After the bombing, it took the guerrillas a long time to settle down again, and then they made a detailed inventory of their losses. Although the supervisors were usually very domineering, they did a really good job.
Soon, they calculated the losses and reported them.
"More than forty brothers died?"
"Yes, Chief!"
A supervisor immediately explained.
"When the bombs fell, many brothers ran away in a hurry and trampled on each other. Some camels fell to death and others were kicked to death. It was quite chaotic!"
"I see!"
But the chief, who had just turned 40, nodded. This was normal. In such a chaotic situation, it was already pretty good if one of his own did not fire and accidentally injure him!
"However, there is still a problem!"
The supervisor scratched his head and then said.
"Forty-seven of our brothers died and 21 were injured. Logically speaking, there should be 234 people left, but we counted the number of people three times and there were only 220 people!"
"and!"
The supervisor paused and added.
"We originally had 450 camels, but we lost 27 camels in the air raids and 30 camels escaped. Those who escaped came back, but in the end, we were still missing 14 camels!"
"Well, maybe the bomb blew up the body and couldn't find it in the desert!"
The chief did not think about deserters. This was not because he was very confident, but because he did not think the people below would have the courage to escape, because doing so would make them traitors to the tribe, expel them from the tribe, and lose the ability to pay homage to their ancestors. opportunities, and will also lose the protection of the family.
But in fact, not only did those people do this, but there were more than one people who did it!
The chief waved his hand and signaled the supervisors to continue searching nearby. It was impossible for those people to disappear.
And he was preparing to transfer. The chief also knew that air strikes were dangerous, but the French air strikes would definitely only target the large troops. Therefore, he had to camp a little further away. This could greatly reduce the risk.
Afterwards, the guerrillas who had been busy all night fell asleep. If Shadow Company dropped bombs at this time, the harvest would definitely be greater. However, the helicopters and attack planes had already returned to rest, so they escaped. One calamity.
But what the chief didn't expect was that that night, about ten more of his men ran away.
These guys were a lot bolder than taking advantage of the chaos to run away. They linked up first and used a knife to open each other's eyes while the supervisor was sleeping, and then slit the opponent's neck cleanly, leaving the latter with no time to call for help. He kicked off his legs and went to see Allah.
Then, these guys boldly took away a batch of guns, ammunition, and supplies.
Finally, they did not forget to take away a large number of camels.
The sentry who was supposed to be on guard also had his neck wiped, and his body was buried in the sand pit.
When they woke up the next morning, someone discovered the sentinel's half-foot sticking out of the sand, and they discovered the terrible situation last night.
This made the chief furious. Where was his dignity, where was his majesty, and where were the tribal laws and regulations?
Especially when his men were killed, were they killing people? It was his legal rationale as a chief and his foundation. If no one regarded him as a chief, the tribe would be doomed!
"Where is their leader?"
"They're all here!"
"Bring it to me!"
The chief looked angrily at the leaders of several subordinate tribes who were brought over by his men. These people were a few years older than him and were quite good partners in the past. When they were young, they killed wild wolves that threatened the herd together in the desert. We robbed a caravan in the desert together, and even went to the bustling red light district of Benghazi to set off firecrackers together.
There are even his children and relatives among them, but now, look at these people, who is not the pillar of the tribe, but they are like this? He allowed his men to escape, killed the supervisors he sent, and even took away his camel.
That's his camel! The Tuareg people have no land and do not engage in planting. They only nomadic herd and breed.
Camels, cattle and horses, therefore, the chief also owns the most camels in the tribe. Sixty percent of the camels in the entire tribe belong to him, but now, these guys have robbed his camels and run away!
"How dare you?"
The chiefs were silent. This was indeed their fault. They failed to manage their subordinates well, so they were scolded. However, a few scoldings could not relieve the chief's heartache.
"Ten lashes each!"
What surprised everyone was the punishment the Chief followed.
You must know that only those who have committed serious crimes in the tribe will be whipped. A few chiefs are just lax in guarding them. Normally, they would just reprimand them a few times and then make up for the camels lost by the chief. To be whipped is a bit too much!
What the leaders couldn't accept the most was that they had to be whipped in public.
"Execute immediately!"
Without waiting for a few people to object, the chief's henchmen swarmed up and blocked the mouths of several leaders and dragged them to the open space outside. At this moment, a wooden frame had been set up here.
Then, under the watchful eyes of the Tuaregs outside, their leaders were brought here one by one.
Then, the first headman was stripped of his clothes and tied to a rack. Then, a tall and thick man came to a few meters away from the first man with a crackling whip.
"Snapped!"
With just the first blow, the long whip drew a clear blood mark visible to the naked eye on the opponent's back, then the second and third blows.
By the time the fifth stroke was over, the leader was trembling all over, sweating profusely, and couldn't even speak.
The second man was even worse. He fainted immediately after being whipped five times. His men had to carry him into the tent quickly and wait for the witch doctor to treat him.
And the same reason why the chief slapped his head also spread to these ordinary Tuareg people.
"Why should we bear the responsibility for the mistakes they made?"
"That is, before the brothers who died in the battle received compensation, their camels were taken away by the other side!"
The original dissatisfaction was not suppressed as the leader fell, and immediately spread, and the supervisors were still eager to take the camels from the leader, which led to dissatisfaction in all aspects.
So, on the second night, a larger-scale desertion occurred. More than thirty guerrilla soldiers took advantage of the darkness to take advantage of the sentry and fled here. They even took away a few doors. I took a few mortars and rocket launchers.
But the leader who was supposed to stop them seemed to have heard nothing and instead fell asleep.
So, the next morning, the chief was even more angry.
"Why did more people escape during the night?"
