Compared with Europe and Asia, which have extremely rich historical heritage, many ancient civilizations were born in the North Africa area, such as Egypt that can be traced back to thousands of years BC, and Ethiopia, which is almost as old, or the Pan-Arab religious and cultural circle that was born in the seventh century AD and quickly spread around.
But here tribal identity is always greater than national identity and ethnic identity.
In other words, people here have never had any concept of nation and country.
In their eyes, the interests of their family and tribe are the most important.
As for the countries and nations that were born only after entering modern society, in their eyes, they are just equivalent to tribal alliances where various tribes come together to form a federation.
Since there is no identity recognition, naturally there is no problem with betraying national interests.
This is why ZAFT Army was able to occupy the North Africa area with very few troops and establish the prerequisites for a relatively stable rule.
Although with the secret support of the Earth Alliance, various Resistance Organizations were wreaking havoc one after another, but except for the Desert Dawn guerrillas led by Artoria, the rest were basically insignificant.
The reason is simple!
The foundations of these Resistance Organization are the tribes who feel that their interests have been violated.
The tribes whose interests have not been violated are still living their own lives, and they don't care whether the people who rule here are P. L. A. N. T from far away space, or Atlantic Federation from across the sea, let alone help other Resistance Organization.
Anyway, since Age of Discovery, they have been accustomed to being influenced and controlled by powerful countries.
Some tribes with more flexible minds have even learned to sell the interests of the country and compatriots to benefit themselves.
The currently active black marketeers are the most typical representatives.
Not only did these guys not think it was a bad thing that their hometown was occupied by the ZAFT Army, but they made a fortune by taking advantage of this war that swept the entire human civilization.
While receiving funding from Earth Federation and secretly providing weapons and living supplies to Resistance Organization, "Desert Tiger" cooperated with the ZAFT Army to provide Resistance Organization information, and occasionally used the information gap to gain benefits from both ends.
If anyone really has the real information about the North Africa situation, it must be these black marketeers.
Some powerful black market merchants have even secretly joined forces to build a huge underground network, exchanging information with each other to ensure that everyone who joins can obtain first-hand information, and then use this as a basis to plan the next "big business."
At this moment, the bald old man, who had just met Allen and his group not long ago, was sitting in the underground black market of another city more than 200 kilometers away from his own territory. He asked Accompany with a smile, "How about, can you help me get the items on this list together in a short time?"
"No problem! But according to the old rules, in addition to the normal selling price, I will give you 20% of the profit from this business in return."
The young man sitting at the other end of the table meaningfully stated additional conditions.
No one in this business is truly a fool.
Just take a look at the sensitive supplies and raw materials on the list and you will know that these things are either used to make weapons or to make incredibly powerful high-explosive bombs.
Moreover, the production process requires extremely high professionalism, and it is definitely not something that ordinary guerrillas can play successfully.
Combined with the recent news of the destruction of Eighth Fleet, and the fact that Andrew Balt Phil led his men into the desert and returned defeated, the black market traders in the entire North Africa area guessed that Archangel had arrived in this area.
Unfortunately, due to the ubiquitous Neutron Jammer, there is no way to use radar to scan a large area.
Otherwise, all black marketeers will immediately send their own private armed forces at all costs to escort them to the nearest Earth Alliance base.
The reason is simple!
The top management of the Earth Alliance has offered a huge reward. Whoever can provide information about Archangel or help it escape from the control of the ZAFT Army can receive an astronomical sum of money.
"Yes! But you must keep it strictly confidential. I don't want this news to be known to a third party." The bald head also gave his request.
He knew that with a purchase of this scale, it was impossible to hide it from the other party.
Rather than eating alone, it would be more cost-effective to enlist an ally to share the risk.
Hearing this answer, the young man wearing a white turban suddenly showed a satisfied smile, "Deal! Don't worry, I will not be stupid enough to share such important news with other competitors. But are you sure you can resist Desert Tiger with the power of that battleship and guerrillas alone?"
"Please don't worry about this. I have received definite information. The tiger was almost wiped out in the desert not long ago. The Desert Dawn guerrillas captured a lot of people just by capturing prisoners. I believe you know what this means best, don't you?" the bald businessman asked with a half-smile.
"Ah! This means that the battleship has the power to confront ZAFT Army. This is really good news. If you don't mind, can I sell this news to the Earth Alliance? After all, you have already got the upper hand!" the young man cautiously tried.
The bald man lowered his head and thought for a moment, then immediately responded, "Okay! You come forward to sell this news to the Earth Alliance, and I will come forward to sell it to Desert Tiger. In this way, no matter who it is, everyone can get their own share."
"Win-win cooperation, isn't this the intention of establishing Alliance?"
"Hahahaha! Yes! Win-win cooperation, everyone can make money together."
As they spoke, the two of them stretched out their right hands and held them tightly together.
As the saying goes, chaos is the ladder.
Only when the original order was destroyed by war, did they, the careerists and adventurers at the bottom of society, have the opportunity to climb up the ladder.
Just when the two black marketeers were discussing how to maximize the benefits of Archangel coming to North Africa, Allen and his group finally bumped into "Desert Tiger" Andrew·Barter Phil.
In other words, this guy obviously recognized them, so he deliberately created a seemingly "accidental" encounter.
"Oh my God! You guys are such a waste of money! You put so much chili sauce on the Turkish kebab! Heretic! They are all heretical! The only way to eat Turkish kebab is to add yogurt!"
Wearing a floral shirt and sunglasses, Andrew·Bart Phil stood beside the dining table, crying bitterly at the barbecue burritos in the hands of Allen and Cagalli.
Cagalli turned over Byakugan angrily. "Who are you? What qualifications does a stranger have to dictate our taste?"
After saying that, she didn't forget to pick up her burrito and take a big bite. She deliberately chewed it hard and made a very weird sound.
"Hmm - it's so delicious! Come on, Allen, you can also add more."
"No! No! No! Stop! What are you doing! Chili sauce is evil! Young people, before it's too late, return to the embrace of yogurt. Believe me, adding chili sauce is the biggest insult to this dish. Adding yogurt is common sense."
Andrew·Bart Phil der rushed forward and squeezed away Cagalli's hand holding the condiment bottle.
Cagalli: "Asshole! What are you doing? Get away!"
Andrew·Barter Phil Germany: "I should be the one to ask this question! What are you doing?"
"That's unreasonable!"
"Ahhhhh!!! I'm going crazy!"
As expected, the two of them got into a fight if neither one accepted the other.
Their indomitable momentum made Allen vaguely see the shadow of the wonderful battle between the "sweet party" and the "salty party" on the Internet about tofu brain.
It's a pity that these two guys don't know much about the local food, culture and history.
It is also impossible to quote scriptures and study various books and records to prove that one's own way of eating is the so-called "orthodox" and the other party is a "heretic" who should be sent to the stake.
The most important thing is that Allen is not a soft character like Kira, and he will not let others add condiments that he doesn't like on his food.
So he directly took another bottle of chili sauce from the table next to him and spread it on it, then took a bite in front of the two of them as if nothing had happened.
Seeing this scene, Cagalli jumped up excitedly and shouted, "Awesome! That's it! Well done! Like I said, adding chili sauce is the soul of this dish."
"Oh - NO! Another young man has irrevocably fallen into evil ways! God! What is happening to this world?"
Andrew·Bart Phil De knelt on the ground with a plop, his dejected and desperate eyes looked like his own father had just died.
But it's not surprising when you think about it.
After all, this is a person who almost turns coffee making into a chemistry experiment, and he must have a unique pursuit of taste.
Just when he struggled to stand up and wanted to say something, a dazzling red fire suddenly burst out from the roof of the building.
The next second...
A Rocket bomb flew straight down from high up!
"Danger! Get down!"
Desert Tiger is worthy of being a battle-hardened commander. He reacted immediately, raised his foot and kicked over the table as a cover.
Then a loud bang came from the front.
Along with the fire and explosion, a large number of broken and blown stones hit the table like bullets, making a crackling sound.
Fortunately, these tables are made of heavy hard plastic, which is a hundred times more bulletproof and impact-mitigating than solid wood or iron plates.
Otherwise, even if it is not penetrated, the impact force alone is enough to make the person hiding behind drink a pot.
"Go to hell! Coordinators!"
"Get up Ripper Cyclotron! Monster!"
"For a blue and pure world!"
Accompanied by shouts and gunshots, more than a dozen people rushed out from all directions, raised their guns and fired unscrupulously.
They didn't care at all whether it would affect the innocent civilians around them. They just fired at the restaurant like crazy, trying to beat Andrew·Bart Phil into a sieve.
At the same time, the ZAFT soldiers disguised as civilians also responded immediately, drawing their guns and hiding behind bunkers to shoot at the attackers.
The previously peaceful streets immediately turned into battlefields filled with bullets and grenades.
Different from the situation in the original plot where Rocket Launcher was fired and then attacked directly, these Blue Cosmos guys not only did not rush up to die, but instead took advantage of the commanding heights occupied in advance to set up sniper rifles, machine guns and Rocket Launcher to fire at places with dense enemy firepower.
In just a few seconds, three or four Coordinators soldiers were killed on the spot, or were shot and fell to the ground groaning in pain.
One unlucky guy's thigh was broken by a large-caliber sniper rifle on the spot, and he flew several meters away. Blood spurted out uncontrollably, and he lost his life due to excessive blood loss in less than ten seconds.
There is no doubt that this was a truly organized, premeditated and extremely efficient attack.
"Damn it! How come Blue Cosmos people are here?"
Cagalli obviously hadn't figured out the situation yet. He huddled behind the table and cursed in a low voice, not daring to show his head at all.
Unfortunately, just because she doesn't take the initiative to look for trouble doesn't mean that trouble won't come to her.
After a series of shots, one of the attackers found that his small-caliber submachine gun bullets could not penetrate the table. He immediately took out a grenade, bit open the safety catch, and threw it over without saying a word.
Seeing the smoking oval grenade rolling towards him, Andrew·Bart Phil's pupils suddenly dilated, and his heart began to beat wildly.
Even if Coordinators eats an offensive grenade at such a close range, he will definitely die on the spot without any accidents.
Moreover, he was still half-kneeling with both hands holding the gun, and there was no time to pick up the grenade and throw it out.
At this critical moment, Allen, who had been fighting for a long time, suddenly stood up and kicked out the smoking grenade.
Bang!
boom!
The kicked grenade bounced off the wall, and then landed at the feet of the attacker who had just thrown the grenade.
The latter didn't even have time to react. He was blasted two to three meters into the sky by a grenade on the spot, and then fell straight down again. The entire front looked like it had been stabbed by dozens of steel bars, and it was covered with blood holes.
While everyone was in shock, Allen instantly turned into an afterimage and rushed out. He picked up a gun that fell on the ground and started firing accurately at the person who was aiming at Blue Cosmos.
In the blink of an eye, half of the dozen attackers fell.
Among them is Sniper, who occupies the commanding heights in the distance.
You must know that his hit rate is not comparable to that of a few mercenaries or civilians who have simply received military training.
Especially the two eyes are comparable to any electronic or optical sight in the world.
Such cold and efficient killing not only frightened the few remaining attackers, but even Desert Tiger and his men were also surprised and speechless.
When the fierce gun battle ended, Allen was the only one standing in the middle of the street, surrounded by corpses lying in a pool of blood in all directions.
One person who was lucky enough to survive struggled to get up, but he stepped on his back, aimed at the back of his head and pulled the trigger.