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Chapter 3000 Golden Pistol

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    Dining with Lin Rui and others, there were more than a dozen other Tuareg tribe leaders and a group of armed men under them.

    In ordinary people¡¯s minds, all that can be seen in the vast Sahara Desert in North Africa is sand.  This barren land in the world is second only to the Antarctic and the Arctic. It seems that it cannot support any nation to thrive here for a long time. The flying sand and rocks that cover the sky will wash away all traces of life, and the scorching sun will destroy any civilization.  The source evaporates.

    But the Tuareg tribe in the desert has always been the lord who dominates this boundless realm.  They attack passing vehicles and take control of the lines.  Travelers have always feared them for their ferocity and cruelty.  They are wild people and cannot possibly surrender.  Their strict rules define their unruly life, where honor and hospitality are the main rules.

    Wiesel, as the host, first raised his hand to signal silence, and then raised the cup in his hand, "Many years ago, national liberation movements had already emerged in the colonies of various African powers, and European countries' overseas colonies had become independent from their colonial mother countries.  However, when these colonists began colonization, they did not consider the issue of ethnic distribution boundaries and divided colonial boundaries according to longitude and latitude as they pleased.

    This has led to today that our Tuareg people, as a minority, are forced to disperse in several countries in West Africa and North Africa. They are often excluded by the main ethnic groups in some countries, and are even killed in the name of ethnic purification.  Traditional Tuareg territory exists in today's Niger, Mali, Algeria, Libya and Burkina Faso.

    But as brave and capable sons of the Sahara, we Tuareg people naturally will not sit still and wait for death. If we want to save our nation, the only way is armed resistance.  Under the continuous armed resistance, you brave and militant sons of the Sahara will get rid of the shackles of the national boundaries drawn by European colonists, truly become independent, and establish your own free country of the Sahara.  "

    Hearing this, the armed men in blue robes and turbans shouted in response.

    Wiesel raised his hand to silence the crowd and said, "But on the road of struggle, we are not alone, and we will have allies. Mr. Rick is my friend and a friend of the Tuareg people. Today he is  We brought a message that the Americans wanted to cooperate with us."

    ¡°Americans?¡± All these Tuareg people were talking about it.  Immediately some people shook their heads and said, "Americans can't be trusted!"

    "I'm not saying that the Americans are untrustworthy, but why do they want to help us? In other words, what kind of exchange do the Americans need from us?" A slightly older Tuareg frowned.  Judging from the way this man was dressed, he should be a tribal leader. His eyes were full of doubts and distrust.

    ¡°They hope we can help them fight against terrorists in Africa.¡± Wiesel said slowly.

    "Is this all it takes for them to help us become independent? If the Americans are really sincere, why don't they openly cooperate with us and sign treaties? Instead, they use these mercenaries to convey the message?" asked another militant leader.  .

    "The credibility of the Americans is just that. Even if they make public promises, there are still many things they can't do. Not to mention such private agreements. They clearly want to use us as cannon fodder for them and rush in to help them deal with terrorists.  .¡± The older tribal leader shook his head and said, ¡°Besides, the Americans¡¯ last war on terror lasted for eight or nine years. God knows how long it will last this time? They are now promising to help us become independent in exchange for us fighting for them. But  Maybe after a new president, we will be nothing in their eyes."

    "That's right, Americans can't be trusted." Others also commented, and almost everyone cast distrustful glances at Lin Rui and others.

    Lin Rui stood up and said, "I never said that the Americans were trustworthy, and the Americans never said that they would help you become independent." As soon as he said this, there was an uproar below.

    "Then what do you mean?" a militant leader said angrily.

    "For example, I said I can help you become truly independent, do you believe it?" Lin Rui looked at him and said.

    "No." The militant shook his head.

    "Why not? First, I don't have the strength, and second, you don't trust me, right?" Lin Rui asked.

    The militant acquiesced.

    "Okay, so at least Americans have this strength now, right?" Lin Rui asked.

    "But they won't help us. They have very good relations with those West African countries." The tribal leader whispered.

    "That's why they can't make accurate promises. But they can give you more practical ones." Lin Rui took it from behindA box came out, and he opened it in public to reveal the golden pistol inside.  "This is a gift that the Americans asked me to give to Chief Wiesel."

    "Golden pistol? Humph, nothing can be more flashy than this." The militant sneered.

    "This is a gold-plated .45acp caliber Colt m1911a1 semi-automatic pistol, a typical American weapon. But if you think this is just a flashy pistol, you are wrong. Because this represents the force of the US military. A kind of  The most powerful force at present. They can wipe out half a city with missiles, or kill enemies thousands of miles away with drones. To put it bluntly, as long as you contribute, they will fund you, weapons and equipment.

    ¡°In the final analysis, if you want national independence, you can only have strong force. This is fundamental.  "Lin Rui placed the golden pistol on the table and pushed it in front of Wiesel.

    "Weapons? We have them." Wiesel smiled slightly and gestured to a militant beside him. Someone immediately brought several large boxes, all of which were brand-new AK47s.

    "This is a weapon brought back from Gaddafi. These weapons are in pretty good condition." Lin Rui smiled slightly, "But how many people do you think these can equip? Since you want to fight for national independence, you have to  Gather people's hearts and gather the fighting power of all Tuareg people. Do you think this can be done?"

    Wiesel did not speak, but pondered for a moment.  A leader of the surrounding militants couldn't help it, "So what if we don't have enough weapons and equipment? We still have our own camels and sharp scimitars. Every Tuareg is a warrior on the back of a camel. More  What matters is that we have the courage and determination to win.¡±

    "Yeah, the courage and determination to win. But believe me, when you get shot with these two things, you will rather you don't have these two things and have a gun. Sometimes courage and determination can't keep you alive.  Go down, but you have a gun in your hand, maybe." Lin Rui sighed.

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