Battlefield Contractor

Two tracks stretched from the unmarked border of Chad into Darfur and into the conflict in western Sudan. .. This is basically the case in the Sahel. It is not marked on the map, and it is impossible to form a boundary on the ground.

The scenery on the vast expanse of land is the same, with only the hard soil covered with gravel and the thin and fragile grass like blown glass, and the iron-gray horizon does not move. However, the road ahead is full of borders after another, but most of the time.

Flying over here by plane will only be the wasteland. But this is just an illusion of outsiders. The criss-crossing boundaries divide every exposed rock formation and every plain here, delineating the territories of tribal individuals and clans, and expanding or shrinking with the changes of battle conditions and seasons. It is not suitable to stay around large and small ponds. There are also routes called "Masar", which determine the route of migration of nomadic tribes.

Everything here is in order, and as long as you cross the wrong line or venture into other people's territory, you may get revenge or even lose your life.

The word Sahel means "shore" in Arabic, which implies the edge of the continent-the grand initial and final end.

A semi-arid grassland zone separates Arabs from black herders and farmers, as well as the green world and the vast desert. Approximately 50 million of the world’s poorest, weakest and most indifferent people are here to survive. Lin Rui and others also joined them.

Lin Rui and his party took two Toyota trucks together. They were walking on the way to Fulavie Village, when a group of unidentified armed guerrillas quietly emerged from the grass.

"Stay in the car and don't move." Crazy Horse whispered.

But it was too late. Those gunmen have dangled around. The leader was still a thin young man, his head was braided full of pigtails, and a black amulet hung on his chest, like dried ears. These blacks are thin and fierce, like hungry wolves in the wasteland.

When you enter here, no one cares about what passport you have, whether you are young and loved, whether your skin color should protect you from bullying, or whether you are not here to fight at all — it doesn’t matter. All the words are invalid.

When a black teenager holding a Kalashnikov submachine gun stretched out his hand to pull their car door with a smile, usually there was only one thing that could stop him-the gun.

Lin Rui put his gun on the black boy's head expressionlessly, and told him with the cold muzzle and the same cold eyes that there were a group of people in the car that he simply couldn't afford to offend.

The black boy gave in. He is not a fool. What is the origin of these people. Sophisticated arms, indifferent eyes and heavy combat uniforms on them. All showed the identity of these people.

There is only one kind of person in this place that you shouldn't mess with, and that is a strong man with a gun. If it's a foreigner, you'd better turn around and leave, as far as possible from them. Because these people are basically mercenaries who kill people without blinking.

After the group of black teenagers with guns retreated, Lin Rui and others had time to make good use of the village they had reached. Dilapidated almost like an abandoned shack, with ocher ground and the same ocher walls. The air was filled with a rancid smell like spoiled butter.

Everyone's first reaction when they saw Lin Rui and others was to avoid them.

Lin Rui found the elder in this village and threw down two photos for him, "We are looking for someone."

The elder was a little frightened, and finally spoke something to them through an interpreter. From the information they provided, the two people, "Gun Cannon" and "Rose", did come here, but only a few days ago.

"The elder said that their situation was not good at the time. People in this village said that the few mercenaries were being hunted down. They might have ran west." Crazy Horse whispered.

"Do you think they are not credible?" Lin Rui whispered.

"They are the local black people and are not in the same group as the Arab nomads. They shouldn't have to lie to us." Crazy Horse whispered, "I guess those two mercenaries were also employed by the local black tribes, otherwise they would not There will be armed conflict with Jane Gave."

"Let's go, leave here and look to the west." Lin Rui whispered, "Save more snacks, don't let these people fool you."

Crazy Horse nodded, greeted others to get in the car, and continued to look for "guns" and "roses" westward.

In the desert, the temperature rose sharply at noon, and the sun was like fire. The O2 team members went all the way to the west, crossing the rocky beach, and Sergey watched the surrounding situation from time to time behind the car. At this moment, the car in front stopped, and the Crazy Horse said to Lin Rui, "Further ahead, we will reach the area controlled by Jane Javed's armed forces. Can't we make it through?"

"Go!" Lin Rui ordered in a deep voice. Crazy Horse stopped talking, and the two cars crossed the boundary and continued on.

"Everyone, we are now in the enemy zone! Be vigilant, this group of Janjaved militants are not boy scouts, they have fought tough battles! They are very elite, and they have been around here all year round! This will be a fierce battle, Understand? Over!" Lin Rui whispered into the intercom.

"Understood!" The players replied in a low voice.

The team continued to advance, but their alertness increased significantly. The Toyota truck was advancing quickly, and there was no danger in it. Until the surrounding weeds flashed slightly from it. "There is an ambush!" Yelena yelled and shot vigilantly, and the other team members also started shooting with guns in all directions.

Outside the river beach, a group of armed men heard gunshots and stopped, armed with guns. Lin Rui searched for the target with a gun. Sergey's eyes widened: "Are there really people? Damn they wanted to ambush us, they almost succeeded!"

"Ready to fight!" Lin Rui ordered calmly, and the team members armed with guns to guard around.

The screams in the distance were faintly heard, and there were continuous gunfire mixed in. Lin Rui frowned and said, "The target is not us, but the people over there. We just broke in by mistake." He immediately ordered: "Maybe they are attacking guns and roses. They can't go to the side. Let's talk about the situation. ."

Wow, the team quickly jumped out of the car and crossed backwards at full speed.

On the desert-like mound, gunpowder was filled with smoke, and the opponent seemed to be holding a gun and shouting: "Fire! Fire!" They were fighting against the fast-moving guerrillas. They suffered heavy losses. Several wounded were lying on the ground. They were all seriously injured, and blood was dripping continuously, staining the yellow sand on the ground.

"Is it them?" Lin Rui whispered.

"Chu, how about we do it?" Crazy Horse frowned, "They can't hold it for long."

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