Arms starts with hyenas in the Middle East

Chapter 301 Cleansing the Tribe
And everything that happened in front of him also made the chief completely determined to clean up in his heart, because in his opinion, this tribe was rotten to the root and could never be saved without strong medicine.

"What does the Great Elder think of this matter?"

Ignoring the other elders who were talking, the chief's eyes were fixed on the elder.

"Haha, Lord Chief, I think it is true that Gaddafi made the tribe great, but he also made the tribe ashamed. This is also an indisputable fact. After his failure, he did not die generously, but He chose to abscond. At that time, he represented the entire Kadafa tribe, and even the entire Libya. This was a shame. If not for this, the Kadafa tribe would not be in the situation it is today. He is a sinner of the Kadafa tribe. We will not be proud of him. Likewise, Chief, you are getting older. It’s time for someone younger, more energetic and capable to take over!”

When the great elder heard the question from the chief, he suddenly raised his eyes and saw.

"Haha, it seems that you all have the same thoughts as the Great Elder?"

Being forced into the palace, the chief was not angry, and his expression remained extremely calm, but the scar on his face visibly trembled a few times, making him look a little gloomy for a moment.

"Yes, I agree with the great elder's point of view. The Kadafa tribe should have changed its chief long ago."

"Please, Lord Chief, please abdicate and make way for someone more worthy."

"Gaddafi can never rise to glory again!"

The chief put away his smile and scanned all the elders with his sharp eyes, finally stopping on the great elder again.

"Oh? No one is there anymore?"

The chief's eyes slowly swept over the people present, and finally settled on the great elder's calm old face.

"Since the chief has asked, I'm not polite. I propose that Mufati take over as chief. He is young enough, good enough, and has the energy of a young man. I firmly believe that he can lead us to a glorious future. the way!"

clap clap clap!
"Then I don't know who you think is qualified to take my place in the tribe now?"

Seeing that everyone was quiet, no one raised any other objections. It seemed that everyone present was standing with Mufati.

"In that case..."

……

The third elder was not timid at all. He still played the role of a fierce general charging into battle and opened his mouth.

As the son of the Grand Elder, Mufati is indeed worthy of the word "capable". He once studied at the Sandhurst Royal Military Academy in the Empire where the sun never sets. Coincidentally, the same academy was also used by Colonel Ka. As graduates, the two of them can be considered alumni. Mufati, who is only thirty-five years old now, can indeed be called young.

"Hussein!"

Bang!
The door of the conference hall was violently knocked open, and Hussein stepped in first, followed by a group of soldiers composed entirely of women, all of whom were tall and hot.

(As for the face, I can only say that it should be considered beautiful among Arabs, but it does not meet my aesthetic taste. I have never seen any Arab woman who I think is beautiful)
They are the guards of the chief of the Kadafa tribe, and they were also the "female death squads" of the former Kadazo. The female death squads, also known as the Amazon Guards, are all composed of women. They are all tall, have extraordinary skills, and are loyal to Gaddafi. Each one of them graduated from the Tripoli Women's Military Academy.

When Gaddafi's army attacked Benghazi, they deployed this female death squad and performed very well.

And the origin of this female death squad is also very dramatic and legendary, or... this is a love story.

On the Libyan National Day in 1972, several political opponents of Gaddafi bribed a beautiful killer. When the reviewing troops passed the rostrum and saluted Gaddafi, the beautiful killer who sneaked into the emergency nurse team at some point pulled out a pistol and aimed at him. Then, she did not pull the trigger, but the moment she looked into Gaddafi's eyes, she fell in love with Gaddafi as if being hit in the heart by Cupid's arrow.

Afterwards, Gaddafi's political opponents were executed without any surprise, and the beautiful killer married Gaddafi, and it was she who suggested to Gaddafi the formation of a female escort team. The reason is that women are more dedicated, bold and careful, and are good at discovering dangers hidden in subtle places. At the same time, they are not easily feared by others. Women are their natural protective color, which will mislead others to misjudge Gaddafi’s protective power. Gaddafi agreed very much with this, so he handed the matter over to his wife, the beautiful killer named Shafee.

Under Shafei'e's personal selection and training, this extremely special female guard was successfully formed and became the world's first special force composed entirely of women.

After the fall of Gaddafi, the fate of these female soldiers can be imagined. Hussein and his son secretly accepted some of them and kept them in the tribe. They were able to survive, otherwise most of them would have perished.

"Lord Chief, what does this mean?"

The intimidation of having a gun pointed at your head by a group of beauties is no less intimidating than having a gun pointed at your head by a man, because they are all the same and can pull the trigger with just a little force of their fingers.

The elders present couldn't sit still on the spot. Even the great elder, who had always been calm and calm, could no longer maintain his composure at this time.

"Haha, I originally thought that I could work with you all to make the tribe great again, but it's a pity that you don't believe me. This makes me very sad."

The chief pointed to his chest with a hand, a look of sorrow on his face.

"Do you think that if you kill us today, you will be able to completely control the tribe?"

The great elder slapped the table angrily, losing his calm demeanor just now.

"Of course I know that there are many people down there who look up to you, otherwise I wouldn't be so passive, let alone use a gun against you. After all, you are all of my own race."

The chief shook his head, his tone was sighing, then his eyes narrowed, and he softly uttered one word: "Kill!"

Da da da………

The sudden gunshots woke up the tribesmen, but this was not the end, but just the beginning!
All the people in the tribe who were considered by Hussein and his son to be the chief elder's faction, including middle and low-level officers, managers, etc., were all bloody suppressed and purged. For a time, the entire Kadafa tribe was panicked, and this female death squad also appeared again. Once again, they showed their glory.

Hussein and his son were not worried that too many officers would die and the battle would not be fought. When Hussein was talking about cooperation with Sean, he specifically mentioned the need for officers at all levels, so they considered this based on this. It is clear that this purge will definitely cause the officers to be cut off.

The only way is for Sean to send enough combat advisors to help them finish the battle, and after that, they can slowly train them.

(End of this chapter)