After Kinda and Liszt entered the door, what appeared in front of him was a downward staircase, and followed the stairs to the bottom. There was a long aisle with a few lights on the aisle. At the end of the aisle was a wooden door. Kinda walked to the front of the door and knocked on the door three times, "dong, dong, dong, dong," and knocked on the door three times. There was a noise inside. It seemed that someone ran to the front of the door. Then a hoarse voice came from the door, "Who! What are you doing?"

Jinda replied slowly, "I'm here to drink and play games."

The people inside seemed very excited, and their voices changed a little. "What game to play"

"World of Warcraft"

"What's the point of making a living?"

"Salvation of monster killing, novice missions, siege cities and land"

"What profession"

"Dark Night Archer"

"Woo," the door opened, and the middle-aged man who was a little fat in front of Jintian was a little fat man. "Come in, come in quickly. I've been waiting for you for several days. You are finally here, my God! I'm still afraid something will happen to you!"

When Kinda and Liszt entered the door, they were immediately frightened by the decorations in the room. This was not an ordinary basement. It was simply a small combat command center. The room was filled with various communication equipment, various weapons from various countries, and combat maps of various proportions were hung on the wall, several times more detailed than what Kinda had seen.

After closing the door, the middle-aged man gave a fascist salute to Kinda, "Hello, my name is Cocos, Captain SS. He was ordered to become an intelligence officer in Morocco five years ago. A few days ago, I received the instructions from the above. He said that someone would come here to carry out an important action in the past few days. I have been waiting for you to come and welcome you here."

Kaneda also replied with a fascist ceremony, "Hello, Captain Coucci, my name is Ricci von Gersyun, German Army General, the one next to me is Liester, Lieutenant General of the SS."

"What, you, you are General Gessun." Coucci couldn't believe his eyes. The young man in front of him was the god of war in the empire and the commander of the pest army. Although he was far away in Morocco, he still knew this magical general through the local newspapers. An empire's general actually ran here and ran to the enemy-occupied area. It seemed that Morocco was going to be bloody. It seemed that the Moroccan battle was about to break out. "General Gessun, it's honor to see you. I didn't expect you to come here in person. I will definitely help you complete the task."

Jinda sat on the chair, looked at the combat map hanging on the wall and asked, "How is the situation in the entire Morocco City now, how are the Americans now, how are their troops distributed? Do you have information on this?"

Coucci replied, "General Gerthy Yun, there are now 100,000 US troops, 30,000 French troops and 20,000 local mercenaries in the entire city of Morocco. I think the combat effectiveness of the French and local mercenaries is negligible. The US military has more than 800 tanks. Due to the Renaissance Festival, these tanks have been concentrated in the horse farm next to Morocco. Only a very small number of tanks patrolling around Morocco. There are 500 combat aircraft from the US military, and all of them are concentrated in the King's Airport in the suburbs of Morocco. Due to the Renaissance Festival, the US military's aircraft are prohibited from being dispatched.

I think now is the best time to attack Morocco. This year, there will be at least 1 million people participating in the entire Denver Festival, and the scene will be very chaotic. The defense of the US military is also very bad. Many positions have become roads because of the Denver Festival, and some airports and camps have also become farmers' markets. As long as we concentrate 100,000 troops, we can take over Morocco City in one fell swoop."

Jintian looked at Cocos, who was excited with a look of excitement, and said with a slightly red face, "I'm so sorry, we don't have 100,000 troops, I only have 20,000 people to attack Morocco City. Ten thousand of them were just reorganized African natives, and the weapons they used were cold weapons."

Cocos felt dizzy on his head, pressing his dizzy head, and asked with a smile, "General Ge Siyun, are you kidding? Do you want to attack Morocco with African indigenous people? Please don't make fun of me, although I am just an intelligence officer. But I have also received regular military training, but I still understand this. Can your troops beat the US military?"

Kimda shrugged helplessly and replied, "That's why I came here to see if there is any surprise way to win. By the way! Does 1 million people really participate in this Secret Festival? Do the Americans care?"

"Yes! Yes." Seeing Jinda ask a familiar question, Cocos replied, "The Kantian Festival is held every year, but this year is very lively. Originally, North Africa was fighting so hard that the Americans wanted to cancel the Kantian Festival. But in order to appease the local residents, they were afraid of the local people's unrest. The Americans did not cancel it in the end. They also provided convenience. The troops were not allowed to stop the people participating in the Kantian Festival. Many military camps and important goals made way for the Kantian Festival. Originally, the streets were full of flying planes and tanks were gone."

"This, why did the Americans suddenly be so good? Are they still afraid of the local natives?" Jintian found a vague idea in his mind. He had watched the American soldiers' reports in the news broadcast. They didn't seem to have a good relationship with the people in the occupied areas. Maybe he could use this to use his ability to sow discord to fight with the local natives, and he would be able to pick up the cheaper ones.

After hearing Jintian's inquiry, Kaukes said with admiration, "General Ge Siyun is really a god. Do you know that the Americans are incompatible with the locals? In fact, it is not a big deal. Last time, two American soldiers got drunk and ran into the local temple and teased the divine pigs worshipped in the temple. According to the customs of the locals, the pig used to worship the heavens on the Day of Heaven is the sacred pig and the inviolable pig. The American soldiers' actions are the greatest insult to them.

As a result, this incident caused a sensation in the local area. The locals vowed to retaliate, which almost led to military conflict. Later, US President Roosevelt wrote an apology letter and compensated for the shame and mental damages. He also announced that the Holy Pig would become a legal citizen of the United States, an honorary citizen of Washington, the best citizen of the year in the United States, and also issued a green card and passport. This allowed the locals to be angry. This time, the Americans dared not object to the Day of Desire. If they object, there would definitely be another turmoil."

"Is it unrest?" Jinda found that some good ideas appeared in his mind. Most of the natives had special beliefs. The American soldiers were afraid of the natives' rebellion. If they fanned the fire between them, then they would definitely fight. "Caucus! Can you get the American soldiers' uniforms?"

Cocos hesitated and replied, "Do you want to get the uniforms of the American soldiers? It is difficult to get the uniforms of the American soldiers, but how many can be customized? The indigenous tailors here are all good in skills. It is easy to make a few sets of US military uniforms, but it takes time. What do you want to do with this?"

"Don't ask this," Jintian said with a frown, as if thinking about something, and replied, "You can find a way to get a few sets of US military uniforms right away. It's useful. By the way! When will this Kantian Festival be the most lively?"

Cocos replied, "The night on the 15th is the most lively time of the entire Kantian Festival. That night, everyone would have a carnival all night. Celebrate the arrival of the Kantian Festival in the most solemn way. At that time of year, the carnival crowds will fill all the streets. I think this is also the time when Americans defend the most relaxed, and it should be said that Americans can't even control themselves."

"I understand." Jintian's eyes flashed with an unpredictable light, and he said in a tone of suppressing excitement, "Caucos, go prepare immediately, the people I brought are also alert outside. Please invite them inside, be careful not to be discovered, I think we must prepare to attack." Jintian found that the entire Moroccan battle would be very interesting, he must win, and the treasures in the palace are waiting for him to enjoy! Maybe he can find the Holy Grail of Darkness to make himself immortal and the golden spear will not fall.

On May 15, 1945, in Morocco City, Africa, the annual Resident Festival was held as scheduled. This year, the number of people participating in the Resident Festival reached 1 million, surrounding the entire Morocco City as dense as a cream cake. Since so many people cannot be accepted in Morocco City, the entire outside of Morocco City was also surrounded by crowds. Now the entire Morocco City has become a super market.

Hawking, shouting, bargaining can drive people crazy, thieves, small touches, perverts, and sluts can also attack in time. Products from all over the world can also be found here, such as French perfume, Soviet vodka, Chinese porcelain, Indian magic oil, German candy, Spanish fruits, Middle Eastern handicrafts, Egyptian carpets, and African indigenous head decorations. As long as you have money, you can buy everything, of course your own life cannot be bought, because Yan Wang Ye did not set up a stall here.

The US military stationed in the local area tried to manage this Kantian Festival, hoping to make the Kantian Festival develop in a direction of health, regularization and quality. However, as the number of people increased, the Americans found that their efforts were futile and they could not control the direction of Kantian Festival. In order not to offend the locals, the Americans had to give up the idea of ​​management and had to withdraw the troops from the garrison to make room for the preparation committee of Kantian Festival. Many military camps and important military goals have become temporary farmers' markets.
Chapter completed!