I made a chapter between meals, and everyone made do to take a look and ask for a recommendation Libya is located in northern Africa, close to the Mediterranean Sea, and although part of the area has a Mediterranean climate, it is more covered by a tropical desert climate with high temperatures and little rainfall.
Even at the end of March, the sun is scorching overhead.
The three off-road vehicles rushed out of the sand and dust, and stopped steadily on the Gobi, and the tumbling sand and dust did not disperse for a long time.
Pull open the door.
Several white men got out of the car and looked around with great vigilance, making sure that there were no ambush spots around them before they approached a huge sand pit.
The swarthy bunker had apparently been burned in the heat, but the smell was somewhat unappetizing, and even seasoned mercenaries like Cow Clevins and Ivanka couldn't help but retch.
“fuck” There was no doubt that the corpses must have been burned in the bunker.
Battisanchez frowned, then walked around, finding no clues other than a few scrapped vehicles, and instead bent down to pick up something from the ground.
On the sand, the natural wind is enough to wipe out all traces.
"Get in the car, let's go."
"Did you find anything" Cork had some doubts.
"Death" The words that came out of Barty's mouth were a little cold, but Coke didn't ask much, and it seemed that the damned Libyans weren't up to the task.
Benghazi City.
After a night of fierce fighting, the entire perimeter of the city looked a little dilapidated, although the government forces did not use large-scale weapons of destruction, and the most threatening thing was only a few old Soviet-made tanks, but after all, the war was not a dinner and a send-off, but a life-and-death struggle.
"General Haide, your man should be dead, the body has been burned, and this is the only thing that can be found."
In the rebel camp in Benghazi, Barty placed a crudely made silver eagle badge on the table in front of Haide.
The house that was originally used as a front-line command room was now hung with the banner of the rebel headquarters.
In last night's scuffle, General Abul had apparently disappeared, but no one knew that Barty's Caesar mercenary group did not seem to have only one life in their hands.
The brand-new general's uniform looks much better than the colonel's uniform.
Haide is a pure Libyan warlord.
Ruthless.
Avarice.
Brutal, and.
But it's smart.
Rubbing the cold edges and corners of the Silver Eagle badge, Haide's expression made people shudder.
"Silver Eagle Guard" boom Reverse the Silver Eagle badge onto the table.
"Barty, I think you know better than I do that Khamis has been rescued and that we are about to face a more intense attack than this, or that you Americans should give me more support than just a damn arms deal."
"More support for General Nonono, this is different from what we agreed at the beginning, I will help you solve Abul's troubles, but you should do business with me instead of talking about damn politics, I am just a mercenary, not a politician."
Battí Sánchez apparently did not expect the Libyans to change their minds so quickly.
He took a hard puff on his cigar.
The gaze in Haide's eyes suddenly became a little sharp.
"Then let that Mr.
Sloan talk to me."
Hearing this, Barty's face suddenly became a little ugly.
Turning to leave Haide's base camp, he just walked out and slammed his fist on the iron rod next to him, making a clang.
"Boss, what's going on?"
"Damn Libyan, he broke the treaty, and his target is not us, but the damned US government."
"So what do we do" "Go to Tripoli." “” “” "Are you sure the people of Gripen will definitely be" "Shutu if you don't want to die then go to Tripoli, do you think those damned American politicians will allow us to live until we return home" It's almost impossible to think about.
Once Haide and Colonel Sloan of the U.S.
Command in North Africa come to an agreement, the two sides can leave him alone as an intermediary for arms and even political deals.
At that time, the existence of Caesar's mercenary group will become the only person who knows about this kind of transaction between the two sides, and there will be no other result than death.
The crowd fell silent.
As for the people who will face the Gripen Barty smiled.
What the Libyan government army lacks now is an elite combat squad, and I heard that the government army has begun to recruit mercenaries to form legions, with an average daily salary of up to $500.
If he brought the people of Caesar's mercenary group to enlist, he believed that the government army would not refuse at all, after all, the purpose of mercenaries is to make money, as long as the price is good enough, it may even happen that it is a government army in the morning and a rebel army in the afternoon.
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Tripoli.
After a night of hard fighting, although Benghazi was not taken, the morale of the government troops seemed to have improved considerably, and the atmosphere in the whole city was somewhat solemn.
The war finally widened further.
Just a few days ago, Western countries, led by the United States, officially launched a small air strike on Libya, but the return of Khamis has also debunked previous rumors about his assassination.
In a camp less than 10 kilometres west of Tripoli, Libyan government forces armed almost to the teeth can be seen.
In the room, Li Changjiang twisted his head with some difficulty and tried to keep his eyes away from the figure in front of him, but the pain in his back and waist and abdomen still made him gasp.
"Hiss" "What's wrong, is it pulling the wound, don't move?"
It was a woman who spoke, and it was a very beautiful woman, Li Changjiang didn't even dare to look at it more.
"Eliza, can you put on your clothes first?"
"Why, don't you men like to see women in bikinis?"
Eliza smiled, but the expression on her face was a little sly, no matter how you look at it.
However, when he heard Li Changjiang's words, he slowly put a cloth-like thing on his body, but in this way, Li Changjiang smiled even more bitterly.
The red face is really not a lie.
Although Libyans are not of pure white blood, Libyan women of mixed race like Eliza have the advantages of both white women and Oriental women, and their bodies are so graceful that they are difficult to look at.
A piece of silk cloth that can't even cover the knees is draped over the body, and it is almost a living uniform temptation.
It's been the first day I don't know.
Since he was in a coma that day, he woke up and arrived here when Li Changjiang opened his eyes.
According to Eliza's meaning, they are now in the most mysterious Silver Eagle Guard camp in Libya, and they are in the same room, and they are not allowed to go outside.
But Khamis shouldn't have died, otherwise they wouldn't have just been imprisoned.
Li Changjiang was a little embarrassed, his face was flushed, he was a young and beautiful young man, he hadn't even pulled a girl's hand, how could he withstand this kind of teasing.
Compared with Eliza, who has long experienced the sophistication of human affairs, he is still just a junior brother.
Sitting down close to the edge of the bed where Li Changjiang was lying, Elisa's whole body exuded a trace of extremely charming atmosphere, Li Changjiang tried to move it in, but the bed board of this kind of detention room was already very narrow, let alone moved, even if it was squeezed, it couldn't be squeezed in.
So the root of Eliza's extremely elastic thigh was pressed to herself, and Li Changjiang's mind was suddenly a little confused.
On his waist and legs, a burning sensation hit his whole body. t1706231537: