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"Kill them as they retreat!"

Firing with their old and well-worn weapons, the bullets penetrated flesh and body with ease as the soldiers from the Moroccan Army fell dead. Attempting now to cross back into the Moroccan border, combatants from the Islamic Liberation Army were seeking revenge on those who had killed their family during the occupation. They had spilled their blood for decades, now it was time to spill some of theirs. Recorded in history, this would be considered a massacure in the highest of proportions - a retreating force of three thousand strong becoming a part of the desert they treaded on as they remain out of cover of any shape or form.

Back in El Aaiún, General Ihsan Ghufran contemplated his next moves. As head of the ILA, he was now by default the leader of Sahara Occidental. Not yet a universally recognized state, they had only driven their occupiers back to their homeland. Expecting little to no retaliation from the Moroccans facing an uphill battle, he was concerned more about how he was going to establish his rule throughout the whole of the Occidental. Without acting quickly, he would be facing a story of warlords verses the government by default. And by sheer ego and personal desire, Ghufran had no intention of giving democratic rights to his people. He had earned this.

"The army has assembled, Commander," reported one of his Marshalls. "They are ready, and await your orders."

The General pondered for a moment and sipped his cool red wine, "Fifty-thousand strong, I want you to be the leading man and establish my authority within the Capital. They generally respect me now, but I'm not going to tolerate anyone who differs to my opinion." His nostrils flared. "Shoot them if nessasary."

Marshall Naveed bowed his head respectfully. "Aye sir," he saluted before leaving. "We shall be moving out immediately."

As he left the room, Ghufran shifted in his position. He had one unfortunate problem to deal with now; to the north and much closer to the Moroccan border there were a number of villages, three in total. Their population little under a thousand each, they were Moroccan settlers who had decided that the Occidental would have made a good home for them. His job, was to teach them that they should have left when the Moroccan Army had retreated beyond them. They were unsafe, and they were blacks.

Standing up from his throne, he put his wineglass down with a resounding thud. And starting to dress himself in his armour, he prepared to start traveling within a few hours. Hopefully arriving by night-time, he and his forces would be able to raid the villages while locals slept. If woken, they would have a terrible time indeed.

Arriving in the cover of dusk, the army of twelve hundred strong watched as the village began to sleep. The sound of children crying rose as they went hungry at dinnertime, and mothers comforting them with complaints of 'God has abandoned us' as their humanitarian plight went unnoticed; or perhaps noticed, but uncared about. Anyhow, it wouldn't matter in so much of a few hours when the village would be left razed by bloodthirsty soldiers as they set houses and what constituted as poorly operated schools on fire. Silence would be turned to screaming, and the sky would be filled with thick black smoke made invisible by the darkness of night as Men were appropriately sorted into those who were able to work and those who were useless to the ILA. Women would be consequently raped by order of a gang and then either killed or placed with the 'useful' blacks. And then children were generally kept alive and kept separately from the adults, still with the 'useful' quarter of course. That is, anyone who looked to be around the ages of four and upward, babies were considered useless to them also and were generally killed quickly and heartlessly.

Out of three thousand villagers, two thousand would have been sectioned off to be sold into slavery to the Occidental Diamond Company (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=516240), which was of course a kind of extended branch of whatever government was in power of the time. It wasn't publicly advertised, however, since business called for a degree of positive PR. But most people didn't care where their diamonds came from or how many people were killed to receive them, or they didn't know and somebody had bought them as a gift of sorts. That was the beauty of most capitalists, they don't care how they make their money, they only care that they do which the Diamond Company for the most part could guarantee. There were other market forces. In the meantime, of the remaining one thousand, or one third of the villagers, they were murdered by some means of gunfire, being stabbed by the bayonets which were attached to most rifles, or decapitation in front of everyone. This was to set an example as to what might happen if their prisoners didn't obey orders and generally follow instructions from their superiors - not superior in number.

Afterward, prisoners would be made to walk approximately twelve miles to makeshift camps set up by the ILA beforehand, where they would be kept and guarded closely. If any of them tried to break free or otherwise encourage disobedience they would be pulled from the crowd and murdered as to what was appropriate to their 'crime'. A shot in the head for yelling abuse, decapitation for trying to grab or harm one of the guards, and instant hanging for even talking about escape. Their deaths would be unmarked by unmarked graves not too far from the camp itself, quickly rotting corpses taken by means of a four-wheel drive or whatever vehicle was available at the time. They attracted flies and therefore had to be disposed of quickly.

Within six hours an additional five hundred would join those who were kept in the confinement of the camp itself, all from a village of two thousand. Their death toll must have been much larger, and more bloodier judging by the mental and emotional state of the new prisoners, albeit generally rejected by the first group who were now forced to share their already cramped living space with other blacks, not that they were racist to their own kind.

By daylight a total of two thousand, four hundred and sixty seven would be recorded as having been captured, mostly treated like dogs who had been hunted and caught by the dog catcher, to the ILA they were worth 29.6 Million USD, or $12,000 a head. More than enough to pay for a night's work, and diamond excavation would be severely boosted by the additional amount of workers. This group alone would bring approximately 1.2 Billion USD over the next three years to company profits. And considering the labor was free, not bad at all.