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Chapter 4721 The mediation group is destroyed

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    In the suburbs of Odarat, a small convoy of five vehicles was driving.  The people in the car were French and were members of the mediation delegation for the conflict in the Western Sahara region.

    "Gentlemen, what do you think?" one of the middle-aged men asked, "Now both of them have agreed to a temporary ceasefire, which is a very good ending for us. I estimate that after the ceasefire between the two sides, this area can be slightly stable for a while.  ¡±

    "That's just your opinion." Another man in his 50s with gray hair slowly took off his glasses.  "I think it's just the opposite. This time, the more readily they agree, the more it shows that there will be a bigger war next."

    "But why? They have already agreed to a cease-fire." The middle-aged man frowned.

    ¡°If they really agree to a ceasefire, and if both sides intend to maintain a long-term ceasefire, it will not be so straightforward. Because they must solve the problem through negotiations, and negotiations must have bargaining chips.

    If this is the case, both of them will show an attitude of being very resistant to negotiation.  The other is to exaggerate how much advantage they have in this conflict.

    "It's like two people doing business, they will try their best to say that their products are good and the price is cheap.  I hope others will buy their own.  Instead of being humble to each other.  "The old man sighed.

    "Mr. Victor, what do you mean?" the middle-aged man looked at the old man and asked.

    "I have served France for 33 years, and for more than 20 of them, I have served as a consultant on conflicts in Africa. So I tell you very seriously. Although both sides have said they accept a temporary ceasefire.

    But actually.  They are all secretly gathering strength to prepare for the next more serious conflict.  You saw it just now in Odarat.

    Those militia troops, where are there any militia troops?  They are simply more regular than the regular army.  Not only does it have heavy machine guns and individual anti-tank equipment.  There are even organic artillery and engineering units.

    Not to mention the Orumi Federal Army.  On the surface, this force still uses the designation of the Joint Anti-Terrorism Force.  But in fact, it has long been separated from the scope of anti-terrorism forces.

    ??Look at their equipment and configuration. What kind of regiment-level anti-terrorism force operates in a small area?  It is basically a semi-mechanized field division equipped with armored vehicles.  "The gray-haired old man sighed.

    "Mr. Victor, you are saying that they agreed to a temporary ceasefire to buy time for themselves." The middle-aged man said in surprise.

    "This is nothing surprising. It's just a normal delaying method. What really worries me is that their military strength has changed qualitatively from what they claim on the surface.

    And behind this qualitative change, I am afraid, there will be a long-term insecurity factor.  "The old man whispered, "These situations must be written into the memo and all reported.

    The development of the current situation is likely to make us have to re-evaluate the situation in Western Sahara.  "

    "Yes, sir." The middle-aged man nodded.

    Suddenly there was chaos in the convoy in front, a car stopped, and all the cars behind were forced to stop.  "What's going on?" the guard of the convoy asked loudly.

    "There is a group of soldiers who say it is a routine inspection. But they refuse to reveal their identities and cannot tell where they are." The guard in the car in front turned around and explained.  "Our guys are trying to explain it to them."

    "Tell them that this is the vehicle of the French delegation. It has been authorized by the African Union Peace and Security Council to enter this area for conflict mediation." The captain of the convoy guard pointed at the tricolor flag on the front of the car and shouted.

    But before he could finish his words, gunshots and screams rang out from the front.  A group of soldiers wearing desert camouflage combat uniforms had opened fire on their convoy.  Several convoy guards were knocked down one after another before they had time to react.

    "Encountered a surprise attack" Before the guard captain could finish his words, he was shot in the head and fell on the front of the car, with blood splattering everywhere.

    This group of warriors who launched the attack were all wearing gray-yellow desert combat uniforms and helmets with lightweight communication modules on their heads.  No military organization in the Western Sahara region has the strength to distribute such combat uniforms and helmets.

    What they are holding in their hands is not an ordinary AK47, but a new AK200 assault rifle.  A sight and laser target designator are mounted on the Picatinny rail.  It is also not something that local militants can equip.

    This group of people were cold and silent, checking every car that passed by.  Call everyone out and gather them together.

    "You can't do this, we" Before the middle-aged man could argue, he was dismissed by others.A soldier raised his knee and hit him hard in the abdomen.  Then he collapsed to the ground.

    "Everyone gather here." One of the soldiers shouted loudly.

    There was one in the crowd who seemed to be a local guide and planned to take advantage of the chaos to escape.  Several soldiers around him shot him down without hesitation.  A soldier walked over to check and found that the guide was not dead, so he shot him in the head again.

    Not only this guide, but also the previous convoy guards.  Some were shot dead on the spot, while others were seriously injured and survived.  All these convoy guards who were still able to move were killed with one shot.  The scene was so bloody that many members of the delegation were afraid to open their eyes.

    ¡°Follow what¡¯s on the list, no one is missing.¡±

    One of the armed soldiers came over.  Holding a list in hand.  Check each person's name and appearance one by one.

    "Who are you? What are you planning to do?" The old man named Victor of the French delegation should be the leader.  He seemed calmer than the others.

    But the other party had no intention of communicating with him at all. He just walked past him and looked at the list by the way.  to confirm if Victor and the person on the list are the same person.

    After doing all this, the soldier walked up to the other militant and whispered a few words.  "All the people are here. Including the one who was shot dead before, he should be the guide they were looking for temporarily. His name is not on the list.

    The number on this list is 20. Adding up all the delegation members, convoy guards and the guide, there are 21 people in total.  Everyone is here.  "

    The militant patted the AK200 assault rifle in his hand, then turned around and made a gesture to them, making a sign with his hand on his neck.

    There was a burst of gunfire like fried beans, and accompanied by the crisp impact of bullet casings falling on the ground, the entire delegation fell into a pool of blood, and no one survived.

    The militants made a gesture, and everyone immediately turned around and retreated, leaving within a few minutes.

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