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Chapter 4310 Military Control 2

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    ¡°You bastard, you old cunning guy!¡± General Saloda threw down the phone and couldn¡¯t help but curse.

    "General." The staff officer looked at him in surprise.

    "The Moroccan side refuses to admit it. They say that Hassan's militia is not under their control and they cannot order him. Not only can the Moroccans not be able to order him now, but they also have to fawn on him." Saloda said through gritted teeth.

    "This is not surprising." The staff officer whispered, "Hassan is originally a local armed leader. It is strange for Morocco to be able to control him. But general, what should we do now?"

    "What should I do now? Prepare a car for me. I'm going to see this Hassan." Saroda gritted his teeth and said, "I don't believe it. This bastard really dares to confront me. A damn militia leader, damn it  !¡±

    "General, our people have negotiated with them several times, but they have not given in at all, and even almost had a conflict. Is it dangerous for you to go in person at this time?" the staff officer whispered.

    "It's best if he does something to me." Saloda sneered.  "As long as he dares to hurt me, I will say that he has colluded with terrorists. I want to see what ability a local warlord has to control Odalat.

    I went to talk to him to give him face.  The best outcome would be for him to give up Odalat and for us to fully take over.  "

    "General, Hassan has always been cunning and greedy. Now that he controls Odarat, we want him to voluntarily give it up. I'm afraid this request" The staff officer looked worried.

    "If that doesn't work, we have to force him to agree to our stationing in Odarat, nominally assisting them in their defense. In fact, we have to control part of Odalat. Otherwise, we have no way to explain it to the baron." Saloda was a little confused.  He said helplessly, "In any case, there is no other way now. I hope that in the name of the United Anti-Terrorist Alliance, we can suppress this Hassan."

    "Do you want me to let the brothers prepare?" The staff officer was a little nervous.

    "No, we are not going to fight. Besides, they are very cunning and use the name of Moroccan militia. Although the Moroccans say they can't control them now, if we really attack them, the Moroccans will definitely seize this matter.  Don¡¯t let go.

    ¡°At least in name, we are here to carry out counter-terrorism missions.  What happened to the conflict with the local militia?  Besides, the Counter-Terrorism Alliance Headquarters has always been very sensitive to such things.  If a fight breaks out, we may really be recalled.  Saroda whispered.

    "Okay, then I'll make some arrangements and at least bring a guard platoon. These warlords are ruthless people and we have to be on guard." The staff officer nodded in a low voice.

    A few hours later, General Saloda¡¯s car was intercepted at the outer checkpoint of Odarat.  Several people who looked like militiamen stopped them and refused to let them go.

    "Stop, stop. This road is under military control and no one is allowed to pass without a special pass." A militiaman with a shaggy face waved.

    "What special pass? Open your eyes and see clearly. This is the vehicle of the Joint Anti-Terrorism Force. In the car is our General Saloda." A soldier of the Joint Anti-Terrorism Force said loudly.

    "Joint anti-terrorism force? General Saloda? It's useless! Let alone a general, it's useless even if the king comes." The militiaman waved his hand.

    ¡°We entered Western Sahara with the permission of the African Union to carry out anti-terrorism missions.¡± A soldier shouted sharply.

    "Really? Then you go to the African Union, or to the terrorists. This is Odarat, there is no AU office building, and there are no terrorists. Here we only listen to General Hassan.

    This is a controlled area. In order to prevent terrorists from destroying it, the roads are currently blocked.  No one can be an exception.  "The bearded militiaman shouted loudly.

    "I'm just here to see Hassan." General Salodar opened the car door and walked down the driveway.

    "General Hassan, can you meet whenever you want?" the militiaman sneered, "If a random person comes, General Hassan will be responsible for receiving him. Then how can he have time to lead us to fight against terrorists?"

    "Then inform him that I have an urgent matter to discuss with Hassan." Saloda said, holding back her anger.

    After a long time of effort, they finally met Hassan under the leadership of a group of militiamen.

    "Oh, people from the Joint Anti-Terrorism Force?" Hassan nodded, "What do you want from me?"

    "General Hassan, I heard that you are currently in charge of the affairs of Odalat. Our joint anti-terrorism force wants to set up a headquarters in Odalat to direct the anti-terrorism operations in the entire Western Sahara region." General Saloda looked at it.  Hassan said.

    "Wait, command?" Hassan glanced at him.

    "Yes. We need to set up a headquarters in Odarat,We still have a large number of troops to station in the follow-up.  We hope to cooperate with you, General.  Jointly responsible for the security and defense of Odalat.  General Saloda replied.

    "Don't talk about those useless things. I have no control over the headquarters you want to set up. You can set it up wherever you like, but not on my territory. I speak directly. Odalat is mine, you have to set up it here.  Headquarters and troops stationed there. This is impossible." Hassan shook his head.

    "But our entry into Western Sahara to carry out our mission was approved." Saloda snapped, "You have no power to stop it."

    "Power?" General Hassan spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm. "I have this power. I heard that you are a general?"

    "I hold the rank of Major General of the Orumi Federation, and I still retain my original rank in the Joint Anti-Terrorism Force." Saloda nodded.

    "You, the major general, were awarded the title by the higher-ups?" Hassan looked at him sideways, and then pointed to the star on his shoulder, "I am also a general. It's just that I added this star myself, and no one dared to  deny.

    What's this?  This is called power.  Your power is given by others, but I got my power by myself.  You said I had no right to do this.  Yes, originally there really wasn't.  But Lao Tzu said there is, and even if it doesn¡¯t exist, it must exist.  "

    "General Hassan! Do you agree or not?!" Saroda said through gritted teeth.

    "I disagree. I'm a very simple person. The territory I conquer is mine. If you don't accept it, you fight. If you can't beat me, get out. If you can't beat me, I'll get out." Hassan said arrogantly.

    "You are deliberately creating friction and undermining the anti-terrorism cooperation between the two sides." Saloda said loudly.

    "This is my territory. You want to come, but you still say that I am causing friction? Then, are you willing to let me lie on your wife's bed? If you are not willing, can I say that you deliberately create friction and destroy our relationship?

    ¡°Besides, do I have anything to do with you?  Get out of here now, or I'll arrest you all.  By the way, let me prove to you who has the final say here.  "Hassan is a bastard, and Saloda can't communicate with him normally.

    The two sides broke up unhappily and almost started fighting.

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