"Headman, aren't we going to kill him?"
A Tuareg man who had been shot in the arm asked.
"No, don't kill them back. Killing them back will make those Chadians wary. Now we just need to take them as far away as possible!"
"Is that so? Then won't the Chadians search them?"
"Won't!"
The chief coughed up a mouthful of blood, then took out the water bag and drank it for himself, then handed it to the others.
"Their attention is on us! And, have you seen this?"
The chief pointed to a gold blanket with a strange purple pattern hanging on his camel. This was unique to him. It was the dowry that his mother brought when she got married, and was later given to him. This blanket can be said to be It is a symbol of himself.
"Someone among those soldiers must have noticed this, and they will find a way to catch us!"
At this moment, the water bag had been circulated through the crowd and returned. After the chief took it, he planned to take another sip, but found that it was empty.
Although the cavalry were very careful to show humility to each other, after all, a dozen of them had been fighting fiercely for several hours without eating or drinking. Now that they had water, they naturally couldn't help but talk more.
"Damn it, you didn't even save your saliva!"
The chief licked the small droplets of water remaining at the mouth of the water bag, then slowly held it in his mouth, savoring it like he was holding his wife's vagina, and then licked his chapped lips with his tongue.
"How are those guys doing?"
"Still following you!"
"Okay, let them follow!"
The leader wiped his mouth. Next, they were going to enter a desert area full of ravines and abandoned ruins from hundreds of years ago. If it weren't for the war, this would still be an important archaeological base in Libya. But now, the leader decided to take advantage of the complex terrain. Have fun with the Chadian people in the area.
They had no intention of running any longer. The camels were exhausted and the ammunition and supplies had been exhausted. They might as well hide and seek with the Chadian army here until the tribesmen still in the encirclement escaped safely.
"Let's go to the archaeological camp first!"
The archaeological camp the chief was talking about was a camp located next to the ruins of a palace. Previously, hundreds of archaeological teams were stationed here. Tuareg people were also employed in desert transportation, leading roads, etc., so he relatively familiar.
Soon, they arrived at the place. In fact, it was just a few pillars and half a wall. This so-called palace was destroyed by Italian artillery fire during World War II. Most of the ruins here suffered the same fate, and cultural relics and gold were plundered. Once cleared, the building was bombed with explosives, and now another attack has returned. This is the so-called boomerang of history.
Although the camp had been abandoned for several months, they were lucky enough to find half a bucket buried in the desert. This was used by the archaeological team to store fresh water and was well sealed.
The guerrillas carefully dug out a small half of it, and then opened the top sealing lid. Then, the chief ecstatically greeted the people on the side in a low voice.
"Quick, water bag!"
There is still a layer of fresh water left in the bucket, and it doesn't seem to be breeding any germs, but even if there is, it's okay. After all, diseases or diarrhea due to water quality problems should be things in the future. They are only thinking about the present now.
After filling the water bags, everyone drank until they were full, and then they sat down on the ground to rest contentedly.
Unfortunately, there is only a little old water in the camp and nothing else. Well, there is still some domestic garbage that the archaeological team has not burned, but it is of no use.
The chief gathered his men around him, and then started simple sorting and distribution. This area was where their final battle would end, so they had to prepare here.
It's just that this preparation is very crude. They only have a hundred rounds of ammunition per person, few rockets left, and almost all grenades and mines. The only weapon that is still good is an Arabian saber.
However, this did not change the chief's mind. He and his men quickly set up
They set a trap that targeted the camels they were driving and other camels. They tied the camels to a wooden fence, then buried a few grenades and made a hair trap.
Then, gunners were arranged around. According to the chief's understanding of the Chadian soldiers, they would definitely come to lead the camels happily, and then detonate grenades and shoot randomly to kill a group of enemies and collect ammunition from them. !
The lurking of these Tuareg people is also quite unique. They dug up the sand directly, hid their bodies under the sand, and waited for the enemy to come forward.
Not long after, the Chadian army arrived here, with hundreds of soldiers surrounding the ruins, and a steady stream of soldiers arrived.
But to the chief's surprise, the Chadian soldiers did not search blindly. Instead, they rested outside as if waiting for something.
But soon, they knew what the Chadians were waiting for!
"Fire flares!"
Colonel Chad, who rushed to the battlefield, saw the group of tied up camels at a glance. According to the reconnaissance intelligence, the guerrillas got in here. Therefore, he did not rush to send people in, but surrounded the place and waited for the firepower. After all the support equipment was in place, he took action. After all, he had never thought that someone would rush out of his surroundings before. Therefore, the commander did not dare to make any mistakes now.
Several mortars quickly fired several illumination bombs into the sky, illuminating the small ruins like daylight.
But the commander did not find the guerrillas.
"Hidden?"
"Those camels, give them a shot!"
Another high-explosive mortar shell flew out and whizzed to the ground. The flying shrapnel exploded among the camels, and also detonated the trap buried underground.
"Humph, pediatrician!"
The commander looked as expected and then gave the order.
"Mortars, free fire with incendiary bombs, a base number, and don't stop the flares at the same time. They want us to go in, so I just can't do what they want!"
After receiving the order, the mortar team immediately began to readjust and then fired at the ruins. After the shells landed, they instantly exploded into large clouds of smoke, dust and sparks, inevitably alerting the hiding guerrillas.
"Damn it, these ***!"
The chief looked at his men who were enveloped in white phosphorus incendiary bombs and struggled to crawl out, but fell to the ground helplessly. His anger instantly swallowed up his sanity.
"kill!"
With a roar, the last few guerrillas immediately emerged from the sand.
