Chapter 324 The city of Laayoun rode horses from the desert and drove to the fortress.
After a long night's journey, Ye Feng walked out of the Western Sahara Desert at dawn, and the city of Laayoune on the Atlantic Ocean was already faintly visible.
The dark sky seemed to have added another layer of curtain, and the whole world became pitch black. Even the twinkling stars gradually dimmed, as if they were sleepy. The stars slowly closed their eyes and stopped shining.
, submerged into the darkness little by little.
Suddenly, a hint of fish belly white appeared in the east, and the sky gradually became brighter.
Ye Feng slowed down and looked to the east. He saw that the end of the sea was getting redder and redder. Suddenly, a red dot jumped out. In an instant, half of the sun gushed out of the sea, like a naughty child, willfully rising from his body.
Shake off the red vermillion and red dantong, and there will be golden patches everywhere.
The sun rose slowly, finally breaking away from the embrace of the sea and leaping into the sky. The exciting light finally arrived. The sun emitted a dazzling light, brushing away the fog that filled the earth, awakening the sleeping city of Laayoune.
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Bathed in the warm sunshine, Ye Feng felt very comfortable, and a charming smile quietly appeared on his face. Looking back at the Western Sahara Desert, he saw the desert road leading directly to Laayoune City, like an unsheathed sword.
Split the orange-red Western Sahara Desert under the morning sun with a sword, just like the prophet Moses' incantation in "Exodus" split the Red Sea into two.
Suddenly, a cloud of sand and mist rose up in the Western Sahara Desert, and the pursuers who followed it came after them again. Ye Feng frowned, pulled the reins, and drove the camel to speed up, heading towards the city of Laayoune in front of him.
Several Berbers dressed in blue slowly drove out of the city of Laayoune on camels. Blue sea and sky, sunshine and white clouds, the blue of the Berbers, the golden color of the Sahara, the undulating sand dunes in the distance, and the nearby
Everything in the ancient and dilapidated city of Laayoune is like a beautiful picture, completely natural and extremely beautiful.
Blue represents eternity, purity and tranquility. Ye Feng likes blue, and he also loves the house and the land, as well as the sea and sky. Ye Feng looks at the place where the sea and sky meet in the east, and his mood is unusually calm. Because the sea is blue, so
The sky was infected by the sea and turned blue, without a trace of color. And Ye Feng liked this clean blue.
Seeing Ye Feng's figure from a distance, several Berbers immediately speeded up and rode their camels to fly to Ye Feng's side.
"Mr. Ye, welcome to Laayoune City." A middle-aged Berber jumped off his hunchback, bowed to Ye Feng, then took out a blue robe from his backpack and handed it to him respectfully.
Ye Feng. "Mr. Ye, there is something going on in the city. Please change into our Berber clothes first."
This middle-aged Berber is a tribesman of Elder Nawale. Yesterday he followed Nawale to the Western Sahara Desert to look for Ye Feng. Ye Feng was also impressed by him. He looked at the traditional sky blue Berber robe and smiled.
Then he said, "What happened in the city?"
"The Moroccan soldiers posted your portrait in the city and said they would offer a reward for your capture." A flash of anger flashed in the middle-aged Berber's eyes, and he continued. "However, please rest assured, Mr. Ye, we Berbers in Western Sahara are not at all
You won't take those Moroccan soldiers seriously. We will definitely ensure your safety. Well, at worst, there will be another uprising."
"They will never be allowed to threaten our God." Another young Berber was even more indignant. He suddenly pulled out a pistol from his arms, pointed it at the sky, and roared. "If they dare to hurt Mr. Ye, not only our Western Sahara Berbers will be
The Berbers, including Morocco, Libya, Algeria, and even the entire North Africa, a total of more than 10 million Berbers, will aim their guns at those Moroccans."
Western Sahara is located in northwest Africa, in the west of the Sahara Desert, on the Atlantic Ocean, adjacent to Morocco, Mauritania, and Algeria. Western Sahara has a population of about 300,000 and is one of the least densely populated areas in the world. It is mainly composed of Cypress
Bers and Arabs.
Historically, Western Sahara was once a Spanish colony. In May 1973, with the support of Algeria, the Popular Front for the Liberation of Western Sahara announced its establishment and decided to fight for the independence of Western Sahara through armed struggle. In November 1975, Morocco organized the "Green March"
, 350,000 volunteers marched into Western Sahara. In the same month, Spain, Morocco, and Mauritania signed the "Madrid Agreement", which stipulated that Spain would withdraw from Western Sahara on February 26, 1976. Morocco and Mauritania immediately signed an agreement to partition Western Sahara, and Morocco
Occupying 170,000 square kilometers in the north, Mauritania occupied 90,000 square kilometers in the south. Algeria condemned Morocco, and Mauritania divided Western Sahara.
On February 27, 1976, the People's Front for the Liberation of Western Sahara declared the establishment of the Sahrawi Arab Republic. Since then, armed conflicts between Morocco, Mauritania and the People's Liberation Front of Western Sahara continued to occur. In August 1979, Mauritania gave up its sovereignty over Western Sahara.
Territory requirements, withdrew from the war in Western Sahara. Morocco took the opportunity to occupy the formerly occupied areas of Mauritania and continued to advance into the hinterland of Western Sahara. By 1987, Morocco controlled almost all the territory of Western Sahara, and sent troops to garrison and set up corresponding administrative agencies.
The "Saharan Arab Republic" established by the People's Liberation Front of Western Sahara only controls about 20% of the land in Western Sahara. It is recognized by more than 40 countries in the world and is a formal member of the African Union.
After the war broke out, the United Nations established the Western Sahara Referendum Mission, which was responsible for supervising the ceasefire between Morocco and the Popular Front for the Liberation of Western Sahara, and organizing a referendum in Western Sahara so that the people of Western Sahara could decide on their own ownership issues. However, the vote was never held, and both parties
The peace talks have also made no significant progress.
At present, Western Sahara is still a region full of controversy and uncertainty.
Ye Feng, who has traveled to Western Sahara, is also very clear about this history. The city of Laayoune that Ye Feng is going to was once the largest city in Western Sahara during the Spanish colonial period, and is currently under the actual control of the Moroccan army.
Due to years of war and strife, this ancient city has become dilapidated.
Ye Feng hates politics very much. In Ye Feng's view, the so-called politics is just a continuation of the struggle for interests. Therefore, Ye Feng rarely interacts with politicians. Even if he has to, he will try his best to avoid those sensitive politics.
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Ye Feng fully understands the anger in the hearts of these Berbers. However, with the mediation of the international community, Western Sahara is currently in a state of calm and peace. Although no one knows how long this "peace" will last,
However, for the war-torn people of Western Sahara, this temporary peace is a rare solace.
"The fate of Western Sahara is still in your hands. You are the indigenous people of Western Sahara, and you are also the ones who decide the final ownership of this land." Ye Feng reached out and patted the indignant young Berber, telling him to calm down.
Come down.
However, Ye Feng did not accept the blue robe handed to him by the middle-aged Berber man. He looked at the city of Laayoune not far away and said lightly. "There are many people who want to kill me, and I don't care anymore."
If there are a few more, if they have the courage, they can come to me."
After Ye Feng finished speaking, he tucked his legs under the camel's belly and rode the camel towards Laayoune City. Seeing that Ye Feng was not afraid, the Berbers suddenly became energized with fighting spirit and immediately changed their direction.
Follow Ye Feng.
The atmosphere in Laayoune City today is indeed a little different. There are many more Moroccan soldiers guarding the city gate than usual. Looking at those Moroccan soldiers with live ammunition, Ye Feng showed a faint smile on his face, holding his head high and riding a camel.
Walk slowly towards the city gate.
Among the people going in and out of the city gate, an Oriental man with yellow skin and black hair suddenly appeared. The Moroccan soldiers immediately turned their attention to Ye Feng, and one of the officers even took out a portrait from his arms.
Looking at Ye Feng from a distance, he compared them carefully.
At this moment, a young woman wearing a black robe and a black headscarf squeezed out from the crowd leaving the city. The young woman quickly ran to Ye Feng, stretched out her hand to hold the camel's reins, and looked at Ye Feng.
Feng said in a jerky English. "Mr. Ye, my name is Benina. Pastor Valerio asked me to come and greet you."
Benina is a beautiful Saharan girl with a delicate face. Under her long eyelashes, her eyes are like a stream of autumn water, like a clear spring in the desert, clear and translucent, quiet and gentle. Although she speaks poor English.
Baba, but her eyes are full of sincerity and kindness.
Ye Feng smiled lightly, turned over and jumped off the hunchback, looked at Benina and said, "I don't know Pastor Valerio you are talking about. What does he have to do with me?"
Benina did not rush to explain to Ye Feng. She smiled sweetly, took out a cross from her arms, then stood on tiptoes and put it on Ye Feng's head without any explanation.
Seeing the simple and elegant cross, Ye Feng suddenly realized. This cross was the cross that Cardinal Antonio entrusted Bishop Patrick to give to Ye Feng in the Milan Star and Moon Wine. However, because he was in a hurry, Ye Feng left the cross.
The cross was left on the wine table.
Looking at the innocent smile on Benina's face, Ye Feng quickly lowered his head so that Benina could hang the cross around his neck.
Looking at the cross on Ye Feng's chest, Benina stretched out her hand to make the sign of the cross and said with a smile. "Mr. Ye, the Lord will bless you. Pastor Valerio is waiting for you in the church, and he will help you leave safely.
Western Sahara.”
Suddenly, a burst of chaotic footsteps came.
More than twenty Moroccan soldiers rushed over and pointed their guns at Ye Feng. The officer holding the portrait circled around Ye Feng and shouted to his soldiers, "Capture him."
"Stop." The middle-aged Berber man jumped off his hunchback, ran to the officer, and shouted loudly. "He is a guest of our tribe, you can't arrest him."
"Get out of my way, or I will put you in jail for obstructing official duties." The officer pushed the middle-aged Berber man away and walked toward Ye Feng majestically.
"He is a clergyman in the church." Benina stretched out her arms, blocked Ye Feng, looked at the officer, and said solemnly. "The cross he is wearing is the red coat of the Milan Vatican.
It is a token of the bishop, and the cardinal has also sent someone to notify the Moroccan government, asking you to ensure his safety."
"The Holy See of Milan." A disdainful smile appeared on the officer's face, and he reached out and grabbed Benina's arm, dragging Benina to the ground. "The order I received is to capture this Oriental. You guys
, you’d better be honest with me, otherwise I’ll arrest you all.”
Seeing this arrogant and domineering Moroccan officer, the Berbers became furious and jumped off their camels, preparing to draw their guns and fight.
A faint smile appeared on Ye Feng's face, and he glanced at the Berbers one by one, signaling them to stay calm.
The city of Laayoune is currently under the control of the Moroccan army, but Ye Feng also understands that on the surface it seems calm, but there is a tense situation between the Moroccan army and the local Berbers, as long as a spark appears
, the two sides will soon ignite the flames of war.
Western Sahara is a vast and sparsely populated place, with a total population of only more than 300,000. It is no match for the Moroccan army. If a war breaks out again, the losing side will most likely be the Berbers.
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Although the Berbers regarded Ye Feng as a god, Ye Feng was not willing to see them shed blood and sacrifice for him, nor was he willing to see the war-torn Western Sahara fall into war again.
Ye Feng slowly turned around and looked at the officer coldly. "Do you know who I am? Do you know what the consequences will be if you point a gun at me?"
The officer grinned and laughed, stuffed the portrait in his pocket, then pulled out his pistol, pointed at Ye Feng's head, and said viciously. "I only know that if you talk to me in this tone again, your head will be ruined."
The flowers will be opened by bullets."
A faint smile appeared on Ye Feng's face again. The smile was calm and bright, but there was a faint aura of chilling in it, because it was a precursor to killing and the smile of death.
Ye Feng took action, and at the moment when a smile appeared on his face. Ye Feng's figure swayed, and he floated back leisurely. After avoiding the officer's gun, he flicked to the side and forward like lightning. The movement was extremely weird, and everyone present
Everyone in the crowd, including the Moroccan soldiers who pointed guns at Ye Feng, could not see Ye Feng's movement clearly. Everyone just felt a Z-shaped black figure flashing in front of their eyes. When the figure faded, Ye Feng had already
He floated in front of the officer and firmly clamped his right hand on the officer's neck.
Gabba, gabba... the force was transmitted from the five fingers to the officer's neck, and the neck bones made a creepy sound. The officer's feet had already left the ground, and his thin, yellow face turned red. The officer felt a suffocation before death.
, I wanted to lift the pistol in my hand, but I couldn't muster any strength. I struggled for a few times, then gave up the resistance, and the pistol in my hand fell to the ground.
"If you want to die, you still want to live." The smile on Ye Feng's face became even stronger, and he grabbed his left hand behind his back. After a scream, a soldier standing behind Ye Feng collapsed to the ground, covering his quilt.
The shoulder stabbed by the arrow kept moaning and wailing.
Ye Fengping stretched out his right hand, raised the officer, turned to face the other soldiers, and said coldly, "Put down the gun, or I will send you all to hell."
The leader was restrained, and his companions who wanted to sneak attack from behind were killed by Ye Feng. The remaining soldiers were stunned with fear, neither raising the gun in their hands nor putting it down.
Ye Feng's cold eyes swept over the soldiers one by one. After one of the young soldiers looked at Ye Feng, he shuddered involuntarily, and then put down the assault rifle in his hand tremblingly. Someone took the lead,
Some people followed suit, and after a while, the other soldiers also put down their guns.
Suddenly, a fishy smell came leisurely, and the hot yellow liquid flowed down the officer's trousers. Then, the officer rolled his eyes, his head drooped, and only his two legs were still slightly shaking.
Trembling.
The officer was incontinent, and Ye Feng felt very unlucky. With a wave of his arm, he threw the officer to the ground, then took out a handkerchief and wiped his hands, and bent down to help Benina up.
Ahem, the officer coughed violently and slowly regained consciousness. Suddenly, the officer found Ye Feng looking at him, and was so frightened that he hurriedly lowered his head and rolled to the side to hide.
Ye Feng had no intention of killing the officer. Looking at the lost officer, Ye Feng shook his head with disdain.
Regarding the matter in front of him, Ye Feng also made a guess in his mind. The Moroccan government suddenly ordered the troops stationed in Western Sahara to hunt him down. It was probably because of Sania's inducement.
"I don't like politics, and I don't want to get involved in political disputes. Go back and tell your master that if he still wants to help others do evil and wants to hunt me down beyond his capabilities, then let him do it in advance.