Jinda and Zhuzhubai came to the tank and looked at the US tank in front of him. Jinda ordered Zhuzhubai, "Tell the natives of Africa, let the natives divide into two teams, and one team of people climb into the tank. Break all the transparent or shiny things in the tank. Then pee on the battery, and then mix sand into the fuel tank. Do you understand?"

"General Ge Siyun, can't the tank be moved if you do this?" Zhu Zhubai asked in confusion.

"That's right" Jinda nodded affirmatively. After commanding countless tank battles, Jinda also gained some understanding of the basic structure of the tank. As long as the instrument in the tank is broken, the tank's periscope is broken, sand is mixed into the tank's fuel tank, and the tank's battery is poured with water, this tank is basically no different from scrap iron.

Of course, this is not enough. Jintian walked up and opened the box on the back of the natives, took out a quick stone and said, "To be on the safe side, another team of people stuffed these stones into the tank's gun barrel. As long as the American fired the fire, the gun barrel would be finished. Wait until the spot and I came out, stuff the dough into the tank's exhaust pipe and block the exhaust pipe. Now this tank is completely finished."

"I understand! General Ge Siyun" Zhu Zhubai used the African native language to let the indigenous people do as General Ge Siyun's words. After receiving the order, the indigenous people chose a target and started to destroy it. Jintian climbed into one of the tanks lonely and turned on the lights in the tank. The tank was covered with photos of beautiful girls, and some photos were covered with some mucus. Jintian understood that these photos must be photos of the American soldier's wife or girlfriend, but the mucus on the photos made Jintian feel a little disgusted and almost vomited out the supper.

After waving the disgusting thoughts in his heart, Jintian pulled out a dagger from his waist and poked it hard at the dashboard. He smashed all the things that could be broken in the tank. Finally, he pulled all the things accumulated in the day to the battery. After everything was done, Jintian climbed out of the tank and saw that Zhuzhubai was mixing sand into the fuel tank outside. All African natives were holding stones and stuffing the cannon barrel.

Time passed minute by minute, and after nearly an hour of destruction, all the tanks in the horse farm were passively ripped, all the instrument panels were broken, all the fuel tanks were mixed with sand, all the periscopes became holes, all the exhaust pipes were blocked, and all the gun barrels were blocked.

After everything was done, Jintian patted the flour on his hands and called his subordinates to gather together and prepare to retreat. However, when the natives gathered, they were startled Jintian and saw that all the natives were carrying shells in their hands and putting them in boxes to take them away. Seeing the performance of the natives, Jintian was surprised. Did the natives understand the truth that they could not afford to take the money? Did the natives become smart too? With this question, Jintian asked Zhuzhubai, "Zhuzhubai, what are these natives doing? Do they want to bring the shells back to sell them as scrap iron?"

Zhuzhubai smiled and replied, "General Ge Siyun, the Americans seem to have applied butter on the shells. These natives like to eat butter. They said they would take the shells back and eat them."

"What! Take the shells back to eat the noodles. Damn! It's such a group of incomprehensible African natives." Kimda cursed helplessly. He really didn't know what these natives were thinking about. He brought the shells back to eat the noodles, hoping to die. At this time, a person hurriedly ran up from the shadow in front of him. Kimda alertly pulled out the gun from his waist and pointed it at the shadow in front. But he immediately put down his weapon, because the person who ran over was Cocos.

Cocos panted and ran to Jinda, "General Gesyun, our people just received a message. General Liszt has arrived at the designated position and is expected to attack the US military's positions as planned at 8 o'clock tomorrow morning. General Obestan's telegram has also arrived. The pest fleet is leading General Bosses and is advancing to the Strait of Gibraltar at full speed. It is estimated that at 12 noon tomorrow, a landing can be carried out on the beach near Morocco City. Some soldiers from the Pest Special Forces and the gangster gangster combat cluster have also sneaked into Morocco City and are gathering at the scheduled location. Everything is going well now."

After hearing the report that everything was going well, Jinda felt that success was right in front of him. With himself in Morocco, it was difficult to be confused. "What's the situation outside now? Have the Americans noticed that I'm missing?"

Cocos replied with a smile, "Where are the Americans outside drinking so hard? They are all focused on the dancers. They don't notice that you are pushing the cart into the barracks, and the tank soldiers are also going to the streets to have a party. I don't think they will find anything strange, everything is going well now."

"That's good," Kinda ordered calmly, "Pig Pig White, Cocos, the matter here has been completed now. Our next goal is the divine pig in the temple. I really want to see what the sacred pig with an American green card and passport looks like. Let's go! Let's go to the temple quickly, there is not much time left."

"Yes! General Ge Siyun

In the southeast of Morocco City, there is a temple of the god of the gods. The temple enshrines the sacred pigs to worship the heavens on the gods' festival. In Morocco, this pig is sacred and inviolable. This pig is the god of the locals and the faith of the locals. Although the relatives and friends of the pigs were eaten into their own belly, the pig survived because it was the sacred pig. It is said that the pig was born with extraordinary signs. First, a white light appeared in the pigpen. Then a large power outage occurred in the entire Morocco City. Then, followed by lightning and thunder. Later, under the reflection of the glow, the sacred pig was born.

Cocos led everyone to the temple. Although the entire Morocco city was in a carnival, the temple area was as calm as water. In order not to disturb the sleep of the god pig, this area was absolutely still and someone made a loud noise. Therefore, Jintian and his group arrived near the temple without any idea.

Cocos pointed to the two local guards standing guard at the entrance of the temple and said, "General Gesyun, I have investigated carefully. Tonight, the two people were guarding the temple. Others went out to the streets to have fun, and today is the best time to do it. As long as the Moroccans think that this was done by the Americans, it would be strange if they didn't fight."

Jintian looked at the fluorescent meter on his arm. It was already 2 a.m. It seemed that there was not much time left for himself. "Change clothes quickly, we don't have much time left. After killing the god pig, we have to go to the airport to get rid of those planes. The Americans have no planes, and the tank support is simply a group of flies who only know how to eat feces. As long as Morocco City becomes in chaos again, we will definitely win."

"I understand." Cologs asked the natives to take out the US military uniforms they were carrying in the basket, and everyone changed their clothes. Even the natives of Africans who never wore clothes put on the US military uniforms and put on the US military helmets under the lure of Zhuzhubai. After everything was ready, Jinda pointed to the guard at the entrance of the temple and said, "Pigzhubai, let the natives rush up and knock the two guards out. Don't beat them to death, just knock them out. Be sure to let them see clearly the military uniforms we are wearing."

After receiving the order, Zhuzhubai gave a few instructions to the natives. Dozens of natives rushed forward with a "sweeping" and the guards at the entrance of the temple only saw the people rushing up wearing US military uniforms and were about to send a signal. They felt their minds sank and were knocked unconscious. Jintian immediately rushed into the temple with the remaining people.

The entire temple is like a courtyard. In the house in the center of the courtyard, the sacred pig is enshrined. Jintian led his people into the room and saw a carpet of animal skins. There is a sacred platform in the center of the house, and a lively and cute little pig was asleep on the stage. Jintian understood that the pig was the idol of the locals, and the sacred pig used to sacrifice to heaven on the festival of Kantian.

Zhu Zhubai ran to the front of the sacred platform first and looked at the sacred pig lying on the sacred platform. Zhu Zhubai couldn't help swallowing a few mouthfuls and said to himself, "This pig has less fat, more lean meat, and the meat on his hands and feet is tough. Wash it clean, string it with bamboo poles, and put it on the charcoal fire to grill it. It will definitely be fragrant and delicious."

Seeing the pig with a pig's face, Jintian stepped forward and kicked the pig's hair, and scolded, "Damn! Don't you always think about eating? Didn't you see anything hanging around the pig's neck? That's the American green card and passport. This pig is an American citizen. It is protected by American laws. Be careful that the American people will take to the streets and say that you are infringing on the personal safety of American citizens. Be careful that the US President sues you at the World Human Rights Conference for violating the human rights of the United States, oh! No, it should be an infringement of the American pig rights."

As he said that, Jintian squatted down and gently stroked the Holy Pig's forehead with his hands, "Good kid, that fat uncle didn't scare you, right? Uncle is here to save you. As long as you are obedient, uncle will buy you lollipops, buy you dolls, and take you to the amusement park to play roller coaster." The Holy Pig in her sleep opened her eyes, looked at everything in front of her, arched Jintian's hand with the pig's nose, hummed a few times, lowered her head and fell into a deep sleep.

"Hey,, what a cute little kid, it's a good thing that's an American citizen. If Americans are like you, the whole world will be stable." Kimda took off the military dagger from his waist. "Come on! Hold this pig down, especially my mouth, and you must not let it make a sound."

Several African natives rushed forward and held the sacred pig tightly. The sacred pig woke up. It saw the shaking dagger, seemed to realize what was about to happen, and began to struggle desperately, trying to get rid of its own bad luck.

"Children, don't you want this? It doesn't hurt, it's all over. I'm also for your own good. You'll be reincarnated as a person in the next life! If you want to reincarnate, I advise you to join the Bush family in the United States. Maybe you will be a president in the future." Jintian found that he was so soft-hearted that he had even considered the future of the pig. Maybe this pig could be reincarnated as the president of the United States.

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