Battlefield Contractor

Lin Rui waved his hand and asked Jiang An to release a few living prisoners over. It was about half an hour after the prisoners escaped into the militants' nest. Finally a gun was stretched out from the window, without firing, but with a white towel at the muzzle, the militants in these towns surrendered.

During the battle, the black guide Bamujim who had been hiding behind the car finally breathed a sigh of relief. Lin Rui patted him and said with a smile, "Bamujim, relax. Do you want to hear a story about surrender?"

Bamujim nodded nervously.

"This story was told to me by Crazy Horse. Yes, it is the American over there." Lin Rui shrugged. "It is said that it was during the war in Afghanistan. A farmer was forcibly captured by an extremist organization and became a soldier. The guy went to war. But this guy is a peasant at all. He doesn’t know how to fight, and the dead Yankees are well equipped. So he thought about it, and felt that the only way to save his life was to surrender as soon as he fought.”

Bamujim nodded, "Then he surrendered?"

"There must be conditions for surrender. He does not speak English. What if he surrenders with a gun and people don't understand how to shoot?" Lin Rui continued, "So, the experienced militants taught him a way. When it comes to war, wave a white flag, or a white towel, or even any white clothes, and the other person will know that you have surrendered."

"Good way." Bamujim nodded repeatedly.

"But, the extremists also know this internationally accepted method of surrender. So as soon as they were drawn into the army, the extremists confiscated all the white clothes on their bodies." Lin Rui shrugged. .

"What can I do?" Bamujim frowned.

"Fortunately, the peasant also hid a pair of white underwear privately. He was afraid of being discovered by the extremist chief and confiscated again. He could only wear it next to his body every day, and never dared to take it off, waiting for his life in battle. "Lin Rui smiled and said, "Once they were fighting the Yankees in the mountains, they finally waited for an opportunity. The farmer found that no one was around, took off his underwear and picked it up with a gun, and ran to the enemy, planning to surrender. "

"Then he surrendered to save his life?" Bamujim nodded.

"No, the first time he rushed out, he was shot to death by the enemy." Lin Rui sighed.

"But, isn't he holding white underwear?" Bamujim asked puzzledly.

"Because he has been rolling in the ravine for several months, the white underwear, never left or washed, has long been black. When he surrendered, he wrapped his underwear in the muzzle and rushed out. There was a puff of dust. The American army on the opposite side thought he was holding a grenade. So this hapless guy was shot down." Lin Rui looked at Jim Bam and smiled, "Bam Jim, you What can you learn from this story?"

"You mean, the more you are afraid, the more you want to surrender, the faster you may die?" Bamujim nodded as he thought.

"Wrong, I mean, personal hygiene is very important. You should wash and take a bath to slow down your clothes. The smell on your clothes is comparable to biochemical weapons, and it can smoke all Tuareg camels. Fainted." Lin Rui sighed, patted Bamujim on the shoulder. The mercenaries around laughed.

At this time all the militants in the town had come out and surrendered, and the Tuareg had confiscated their weapons and took over the town. In this desert town where government forces cannot reach, there are militants with guns, and almost anyone can be the king. It is sometimes just a night’s thing to stage a city head change.

Wiesel was very satisfied with the ending, he walked over and gave Lin Rui a hug. "Thank you my friend."

"Weisser, I want to know how to deal with our affairs?" Lin Rui nodded.

Wiesel nodded and said, "This town is already ours. You and your people can rest in this town for a few days. I will let my people inform all the surrounding Tuareg tribes. Let them help. Look for the arrested Russians. As long as there is any news, I will notify you as soon as possible."

"I need an exact time. We are very short now. Those extremists are very cruel, and those Russian soldiers are in danger at any time." Lin Rui nodded.

"Two to three days, our people will do their best to cooperate with you in searching. As long as they are still in this area and haven't left, our people will be able to find them." Wiesel nodded with certainty.

Lin Rui smiled and said, "You are pretty sure."

"Of course, my friend. This is the Sahara Desert. We have lived in this desert since ancient times, searching for every oasis and every water source, and relying on these only resources to graze. You have to understand that this large desert, There are not many places where people can survive. Although the Maghreb organization is quite powerful, if they want to survive in this desert, they must follow the rules of this desert.

Their camp must be in one of the oasis, or near the groundwater source. And we are familiar with any oasis and any underground water vein in this desert. "Weissel said proudly.

"What he said is true." Jiang An nodded, "This desert has extremely difficult living conditions. The Tuareg people have lived here since ancient times and know many oasis and water sources that outsiders don't know. They even fish in the desert. ."

Lin Rui frowned, "Fishing in the desert?"

The bank nodded and said, "Their method of fishing is very simple: just use a shovel to dig out the sand, usually at a depth of 1 to 3 meters. If water seeps out, it means that an underground river under the sand has been found. Just hang insects on the hook. Or mutton strips, if you pierce the estuary of the seepage, fish will be hooked."

Wiesel smiled and said, "Because some places in the desert have dark rivers deep underground, and there are blind fishes without eyes growing in the dark rivers. Although this matter is strange to outsiders, it also proves our pictures. The Aleg people understand the desert. It is a wise choice to cooperate with us."

"Okay, we are waiting for news in this town." Lin Rui nodded. "Tell your people, if you find the target, don't disturb them, just tell us the location, and we will take care of the rest."

Wiesel nodded, "Understand, you just wait for our news. With this, as long as a short time, our people will notify the other Tuareg tribes. Let them look for it with all their strength." Drive a canvas covered in the back seat of a pickup truck. Inside is a set of military shortwave radio stations.