Chapter 3002: Golden pistol

Together with Lin Rui and others, there were a dozen other leaders of the Tuareg tribe and a group of militants under them.
In ordinary people’s impression, all you can see in the vast Sahara Desert in North Africa is sand except sand. This barren land in the world second only to the Antarctic and the Arctic does not seem to be able to support any people to thrive here for a long time. The flying sand and rocks covering the sky will wash away all traces of life, and the burning of the sun will make any civilization. The source of evaporates.
But the Tuareg tribe in the desert always dominates the lord of this boundless realm. They attacked passing vehicles and controlled the route. Travelers always fear them because of their ferocity and cruelty. They are wild people, impossible to give in. Their strict rules determine their unruly life. Here, honor and hospitality are the main rules.
As the host, Wiesel first raised his hand to signal the surroundings to be quiet, and then raised the cup in his hand, "How many years ago, the national liberation movement in the colonies of the African powers has risen, and the overseas colonies of European countries have separated from their colonial home countries and became independent. However, when these colonists began to colonize, they did not consider the issue of ethnic distribution boundaries, and they divided colonial boundaries according to latitude and longitude as they wished.
As a result, today we Tuareg, as a minority, are forced to disperse in several countries in West Africa and North Africa, and are often squeezed out by the main ethnic groups of some countries, and even mutilated in the name of ethnic purification. The traditional Tuareg territory exists in today’s countries such as Niger, Mali, Algeria, Libya and Burkina Faso.
But as the brave sons of the Sahara, we Tuareg will naturally not sit back and die. If we want to save the nation, we have to resist armed forces. Under the continuous armed resistance, you brave and militant Saharan sons will get rid of the shackles of the national boundaries drawn by European colonists, truly move towards independence, and establish your own free Saharan country. "
The militants in blue robes and turbans heard the words and responded wildly.
Wiesel raised his hand to signal the crowd to be quiet, "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. Today he is We brought a message that Americans want to cooperate with us."
"Americans?" These Tuaregs all talked. Someone immediately shook his head and said, "Americans can't be trusted!"
"I'm not saying that the Americans are not credible, but why should they help us? In other words, what kind of exchange do the Americans need us to make?" a slightly older Tuareg frowned. Seeing this person's outfit should also be a tribal leader, his eyes were full of doubt and distrust.
"They hope we can help them and fight against terrorists in Africa." Wiesel said slowly.
"Just so, can they help us become independent? If the Americans are really sincere, why don't they openly cooperate with us, sign treaties or something? Instead, spread the message through these mercenaries?" another militant leader asked .
"The credibility of Americans is just like that. Even if they are publicly promised, many cannot do it. Let alone this kind of private agreement. They clearly want to use us as cannon fodder and rush to the front to help them deal with terrorists. "The elder tribe leader shook his head, "Furthermore, the last American war on terrorism was fought for eight or nine years. God knows how long this time will last? They are now promising to help us independence in exchange for us to fight for them. But. Maybe after changing the president, we will be nothing in their eyes."
"Yes, Americans are not credible." Others also commented, and almost everyone cast distrustful glances at Lin Rui and others.
Lin Rui stood up and said, "I have never said that Americans are credible, and Americans have never said that they will help you become independent." When he said this, the following was an uproar.
"Then what do you mean?" a militant leader said a little annoyed.
"For example, I said I can help you truly be independent, do you believe it?" Lin Rui looked at him.
"No." The militant shook his head.
"Why not? First, I have no strength, and second, you don't trust me, right?" Lin Rui asked rhetorically.
The militant acquiesced.
"Okay, so now at least Americans have this strength, 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." Lin Rui took out a box from behind and opened it in public to show the golden pistol inside. "This is a gift from the American entrusted me to Chief Wiesel."
"Golden pistol? Huh, there is nothing more flashy than this." The militant sneered.
"This is a gold-plated point 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 it represents the force of the US military. The most powerful force at present. They can wipe out half of the 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, only having strong force is the fundamental. Lin Rui put 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 next to him. Someone immediately carried a few large boxes with fresh AK47s inside.
"This is brought back from Gaddafi. These weapons are not badly maintained." 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 Tuaregs. Do you think it can be done by this?"
Wiesel didn't speak, just pondered for a moment. A militant leader around couldn't help it, "What about the lack of weapons and equipment? We still have our own camels and sharp scimitars. Every Tuareg is a warrior on the back of a camel. More The important thing is that we have the courage and determination to win."
"Yes, the courage and determination to win. But believe me, when you are shot with these two things, you would rather have a gun without these two things. Courage and determination sometimes cannot keep you alive. Go down, but with a gun in his hand, maybe it can." Lin Rui sighed.