Chapter 4210: Militia

A week later, the forces of the Orumi Federation formally entered the Western Sahara region in the name of anti-terrorism. When they were preparing to build a temporary camp in the designated area, they were suddenly surrounded by a group of people. These people are fully armed, each with a bad face.
The reporters who were following the Olumi Federal Army for interviews immediately became excited. Regardless of the Orumi Federal Army's prevention, chased up and took pictures.
"What's going on? Who are you? What are you going to do?" An officer of the Orumi Federation Army looked at these militants and said loudly.
"I should ask you about this." A militant on the opposite side sneered. "Who are you? What are you planning to do here?"
"We are the anti-terrorist force of the Six-Country Anti-Terrorism Alliance in Africa. We are ordered to eliminate the extremist terrorists in this area. Our actions are authorized by the African Union." The officer insisted.
"What is the AU? We don't know. We know that you soldiers plan to camp on our turf. Have you agreed with us? We will expropriate our land and you will pay for it. No?" The militant on the opposite side gave a cold smile. "Breaking into private territory without authorization is a robber. We have a way to deal with robbers."
"I don't know what you are talking about. We entered this area with the authorization of the African Union to conduct anti-terrorism operations." The officer shook his head and said, "I ask you to leave, otherwise we will take necessary actions. Western Sahara is a dispute. Regions, we don’t need to apply for permission to move from any government. You’d better leave me immediately.

"Do you dare to threaten us? I care about you in the African Union. We are all landlords here. Who is the sovereignty of this land? I can't control it. The private rights of this land belong to us. No matter it is Morocco. People are still from Western Sahara, and there is no way to deny this.
You set up camps here, especially anti-terrorist camps. It turned this place into a target of terrorists. Will you allow your backyard to become a battlefield? All of us are local militias, and now I ask you to evacuate this area immediately.
Otherwise, we will open fire. "The militants on the opposite side were unambiguous. With an order, a dozen armed pickup trucks surrounded them, with heavy machine guns mounted behind them.
The Olumi Federation officer was stunned and listened to what the other party said. They were the militia organization in this place, which was a bit tricky.
These Orumi Federation forces are just early troops, not many in number, only a few hundred. It is responsible for establishing a temporary camp here to prepare for the large troops to enter.
Unexpectedly, they came across the local militia. These people should all be local ground snakes, each with their eyebrows standing straight, and they seemed uncomfortable. The Orumi Federal Army was not afraid of them, but they entered the area in the name of anti-terrorism.
It is impossible to clashed with local militias as soon as they arrived, especially a group of reporters surrounded by them, constantly taking pictures.
If you dare to order a conflict with the other side, the front page headlines of those reporters tomorrow will make a big report, and an armed conflict will break out between the anti-terrorist forces and the local militia. I am afraid that it will eventually become a piece of news that is quite unfavorable to the Orumi Federal Army.
Originally, they were chanting the slogan of lifting the threat of terrorism for the people of Western Sahara. As a result, they clashed with the militia group representing the local residents. This will inevitably give a very bad impression.
So the officer of the Orumi Federation could only compromise, "We have reached consensus with Morocco and the League for the Liberation of Western Sahara, and we are here to relieve you of the threat of terrorism."
"Don't tell me this is useless. No matter what the government says, the government can't order us. We are just a militia organization organized by local people on behalf of local residents. We don't welcome you here, and you are ready now The place where the camp is set up is private territory.
I ask you to withdraw from this area immediately and set up camp elsewhere, whether you are fighting terrorism or what you are doing? In short, stay away from us, this place is a pastoral area, don't affect our grazing. "The militia leader sneered.
"Then you say, where can we camp." The officer held back his anger.
"From the south to the east, at least another 200 kilometers past." The militia leader waved.
"After another 200 kilometers, there is a desert!" the officer said furiously.
"Of course it is the desert. This is the place where we graze camels. You have to occupy our resources here. You may not know how harsh the Western Sahara region is. The water that each of your soldiers drink should have been given to us. The camel drank it.
You have taken up the water resources on our side, what shall we use to raise camels? In the past 200 kilometers, there is no water source, and we can't reach that far for grazing. You can go to camp there. This is our minimum. In fact, the 200 kilometers past here is also our site.
We have agreed with you to set up camp on our territory, what else do you want? "The local militia leader stared, "You better get out of here now and don't recruit terrorists to me." "
"You want us to camp in the desert?! This is too deceptive, right?" Officer Orumi said loudly, intolerably.
"On our territory, we can do whatever we want. Let us not use the Moroccan government or Western Saharans to suppress us, and none of us will buy it." Another militiaman pulled off his headscarf and cursed. typical.
As soon as he pulled off his turban, the reporters around him were surprised, because this man did not look like a local, but he had red hair.
"Sir, are you a local militia?" a reporter immediately ran up and asked.
"Of course it is." The red-haired guy said solemnly.
"But you don't seem to look like a local." A reporter quickly explained, "Uh, can I ask where your hometown is?"
"Russia, what's the matter? Now I am the local militia, and they paid us. In order to protect the interests of the local residents, I am the militia here, what's the matter?" The red-haired guy is Sergey, he has a face Triumphantly patted the camel under his crotch.
"Then are you mercenaries?" the reporter next to him asked immediately.
"Not a mercenary, we are a private military company. And we have business licenses in Western Sahara and Morocco. We are employed by local pastoralist groups and join their militia organizations to protect their private interests from infringement." Xie Ergai talked freely.