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Like a ton of bricks!
Medina:
What a shame, Abu Bakr thought, all those young men that are going to die, and for something so petty as revenge. Bakr continued to think on how the furs and gems France enjoyed wouldnt hurt. France had occupied Mecca and Baghdad for nearly four centuries, and by Bakrs count that was long enough. The Arabic army had spent nearly a month preparing for this moment the moment they would set foot in Mecca, the first Arab to do so in ages. The French didnt let Arabs visit anywhere inside the country, they feared an attack. And they damn well should! Bakr reasoned.
Damascus:
General Uthman addressed his men as they prepared for the ever-nearing march on French soil. Damnit, its our soil were marching on and Id love to see them stop us! He thought before he began Well boys, its our moment, were going into Baghdad and I dont want one French occupier coming back! Kill them all! The last sentence was greeted with thunderous cheers; Arabia demanded consolation for the deaths of so long ago. Lock and load boys, were moving out!
Mecca:
The French occupants nestled in and about the barracks and the guardhouse, nothing would happen, the city hadnt seen action for nearly three hundred years. That was the standard thought on the subject by nearly the entire French army. Pierre, who was watching out over the desert wasnt startled at all when he heard the all to familiar drone of an aircrafts engines. Probably just a Mayan shipment that forgot Mecca and Baghdads No-Fly-Zone policy. No big deal.
Mecca Airspace:
The drone of the planes was louder when you were on it, and the hardcore Arab elite knew this was no shipment The jumpmaster motioned with his arm and the team, as they had been trained to do, flung themselves into the air, grasping onto their AK-47s. This was the real deal.
What a shame, Abu Bakr thought, all those young men that are going to die, and for something so petty as revenge. Bakr continued to think on how the furs and gems France enjoyed wouldnt hurt. France had occupied Mecca and Baghdad for nearly four centuries, and by Bakrs count that was long enough. The Arabic army had spent nearly a month preparing for this moment the moment they would set foot in Mecca, the first Arab to do so in ages. The French didnt let Arabs visit anywhere inside the country, they feared an attack. And they damn well should! Bakr reasoned.
Damascus:
General Uthman addressed his men as they prepared for the ever-nearing march on French soil. Damnit, its our soil were marching on and Id love to see them stop us! He thought before he began Well boys, its our moment, were going into Baghdad and I dont want one French occupier coming back! Kill them all! The last sentence was greeted with thunderous cheers; Arabia demanded consolation for the deaths of so long ago. Lock and load boys, were moving out!
Mecca:
The French occupants nestled in and about the barracks and the guardhouse, nothing would happen, the city hadnt seen action for nearly three hundred years. That was the standard thought on the subject by nearly the entire French army. Pierre, who was watching out over the desert wasnt startled at all when he heard the all to familiar drone of an aircrafts engines. Probably just a Mayan shipment that forgot Mecca and Baghdads No-Fly-Zone policy. No big deal.
Mecca Airspace:
The drone of the planes was louder when you were on it, and the hardcore Arab elite knew this was no shipment The jumpmaster motioned with his arm and the team, as they had been trained to do, flung themselves into the air, grasping onto their AK-47s. This was the real deal.
