Chapter 650: Fellow fellow, what else do you have at home?

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War is cruel, but people's hearts are warm. Those Libyan soldiers did not expect that the company commander who usually punished them and had a harsh attitude, and would be slapped with a military stick for the slightest mistake, actually cherished their lives so much.

"How about it, sir, have you thought about it?"

"Well, yes, we have almost considered it, but there are still some things I don't understand and I would like to ask for advice!"

"You say it, you say it!"

The translator was overjoyed, and Hannibal also said it before he came, persuading the Libyan army to surrender, and the dollar amount was huge.

I thought about the seven mouths of my wife and children at home, and the translator was fighting with all his life.

"If we lay down our weapons, what will happen to everyone?"

"You can drive as many cars as you want in the camp. We will never stop you. We don't even have to hand over your weapons, but the premise is that there is no hostile behavior. Otherwise, you know the methods of those French people!"

"What if someone doesn't want to surrender?"

"Then I think you can handle it, right? After all, only when everyone surrenders can you get the money!" xь.

"Okay, okay, then tell them that we will surrender in batches!"

The commander was still worried, so he decided to let a few of his men test the waters first to see if the other party was lying.

"Of course, our boss is very sincere!"

Soon, several Libyan soldiers and a non-commissioned officer were selected and left the position with the translator, while the commander held up a telescope to check the situation.

After entering the Chadian army station, several Libyan soldiers and non-commissioned officers couldn't wait to drop their weapons and get out of the car with their hands raised. Then, after being searched by Chadian soldiers, they were taken to Hannibal's command vehicle.

Then they were registered according to their military rank. The soldiers each received one thousand US dollars, and the non-commissioned officers received five thousand US dollars. The money was put in envelopes. After the Libyans counted it, each of them also received a PC. There were cans of tuna and compressed crackers that I didn’t want to touch, and there was plenty of bottled drinking water.

Several people immediately sat on the ground, holding the banknotes tightly while devouring them. Only after they had eaten and drank enough did the sergeant remember that he should inform others.

So he didn't care about taking the car and ran back all the way with the banknotes in his arms.

At this moment, the Libyans had been waiting eagerly for more than an hour. Everyone's necks were sore, and then they saw a Libyan non-commissioned officer running back happily.

However, strenuous exercise after eating and drinking made the sergeant immediately feel sick. Before several soldiers could come over to greet him, he knelt down by the trench and began to vomit.

The frightened Libyan soldiers thought that the other party had poisoned the noncommissioned officer, but the misunderstanding was quickly resolved. The noncommissioned officer, who did not even bother to wipe his mouth, excitedly came to the commander waving the banknotes.

"Boss, they didn't lie!"

Looking at the neatly bundled fifty-denomination banknotes, the Libyan commander nodded and ordered the entire company to be summoned.

Soon the soldiers were summoned to the clearing at the headquarters, where the company commander announced his orders.

"In order to protect the lives of all the soldiers in the company and ensure that no more innocent blood will be shed, I finally decided to bear this order that carries shame and possible punishment and order the entire company to lay down their weapons and surrender!"

When this supposedly shameful order came out of the commander's mouth, the ordinary soldiers were not disappointed at all. Instead, they cheered excitedly.

"Cheers, sir!"

"Long live!"

"Long live!".Ь.

"Long live!"

The Libyan soldiers have long known the benefits of surrender, so everyone is looking forward to laying down their weapons and receiving severance pay. After all, with the small salary Gaddafi gave them, firing three shots into the sky is enough.

Although Libya has enough oil resources to make wealth, the troops are different. Gaddafi's Guardsmen can get a thousand dollars a month, but these border troops can get more than a hundred dollars a month, and they have to be paid a lot.

Official deductions, and now that I have the opportunity to get ten months' salary in one go, I am naturally very happy.

Then the Libyan soldiers lined up in the camp as if celebrating the New Year, and weapons were piled together.

Then, more than 20 pickup trucks roared into the town. Before the cars stopped, the translator above started shouting.

"Brothers from Libya, line up to collect your toll!"

The Libyan soldiers immediately rushed over in a swarm. They lined up automatically without even being reminded by the Chadian soldiers. They lined up in the order of soldiers, non-commissioned officers and officers. They watched eagerly as the translator set up the table under the escort of more than a dozen security guards. , place the file.

"First, name, level!"

While the soldiers were collecting travel expenses, Hannibal inspected the conditions of the military camps and warehouses under the leadership of the Libyan commander.

The Libyan commander who received the red envelope wanted to tell Hannibal that he would never give up and become his adopted son. After all, the other party gave the money very happily and even said that if there were other good things in the camp, he would You can add more money!

Add money!

The commander's educational level was not high, but he still understood these two words very well. Therefore, he did not hesitate to open the camp arsenal and showed Hannibal about half a million rounds of 7.62x39 mm bullets stored inside. , these ammunition are all imported from the Soviet Union, and the quality cannot be said.

This batch of bullets was an unexpected surprise for Hannibal. You must know that South Africa and Angola are still in constant conflict. These bullets are not a small number to put on the market.

Even if you give a friend in South Africa a friendly price, the profit will not be less than eight figures.

"Okay, okay, okay, okay!"

Hannibal shouted "good" several times, and then gave the Libyan officer another 30,000 yuan.

"Anything else good?"

"besides?"

The commander thought for a few seconds, and then pointed to the bungalows in the town.

"There are no more in the warehouse, but there are quite a few at home!"

The commander said as he prepared to find some young girls for Hannibal.

"Forehead………"

Hannibal waved his hand and said forget it. He was an intruder and didn't even think about harming the people. Why did these troops who were supposed to protect the country sell the fellow citizens in the first place?

"Forget it, no need. You can leave after receiving the money. My people will prepare cars, fuel, fresh water and food for you, which will be enough for you to go back!"

"understand!"

The commander nodded repeatedly and was about to leave when he was stopped by the translator.

"By the way, not all the oil workers here have run away, right?"

"No, they are all here!"

"That's good, please gather them all later!"