Northern Darfur.
During this period, Liu Guangyu was living more comfortably than ever before.
He lived in an upgraded suite, ate the same high-end meals as Khalifa, and even had someone in charge of his daily life.
He hardly looked like a war correspondent, but like a distinguished guest on vacation.
It was in these days that he learned for the first time that in the barren land of Darfur, you can eat fish from island countries and wagyu from Australia.
Sure enough, the pain of war only belongs to the people at the bottom. These high-ranking rulers will not find life so difficult.
Even the exciting battlefield will make them enjoy it
Liu Guangyu shook his head, drank the last sip of coffee in his cup, and began to prepare for his daily routine call time with China.
This is an important way to ensure his safety and the only way for him to report the situation in Darfur to the country.
——
Otherwise, can he really rely on the so-called "weather balloon" to allow him to sit back and relax in this war zone with no rules?
But stop joking.
What really comes into play is the power, authority and rules represented by the forces behind the phone call.
"My man is with you, and if something happens to him, I will settle the account with you."
This is the real subtext behind this phone call.
Liu Guangyu wrote quickly, recording on paper all the clues he had collected recently.
Then, he walked out the door refreshed, intending to go to the office of the communications center to make this simple but significant call.
However, as soon as he walked out of the door, he felt something was wrong in the atmosphere.
The guard at the door had been replaced at some point. The familiar face was gone, replaced by the bodyguard who had been with Khalifa for a long time and whom he had met once or twice before.
Moreover, this bodyguard obviously didn't want him to be recognized.
The thick hat almost blocked his face. If it weren't for Liu Guangyu's innate talent, he might have been regarded as an ordinary rotation soldier.
Liu Guangyu was a little confused. He stopped and pretended that he just went out for some fresh air. After taking a few casual steps, he turned back to the room.
The door was gently closed, and Liu Guangyu stood behind the door, observing the situation outside through the small gap.
And at this look, his heart gradually became colder.
Something is wrong.
Something is very wrong!
Not only did the security personnel change, but there were also a lot of things inexplicably added to the outside of this independent house.
Trucks covered in desert camouflage, wooden boxes piled messily on the ground, weapons scattered everywhere
What are you doing?
Isn’t this the senior officer camp of the Revolutionary Front headquarters?
How could these weapons and equipment be transported here?
You must know that the functionality of this base is extremely complete. It has its own independent arsenal and loading and unloading area. No matter how tense the situation is and how limited the space is, it is impossible to encroach on the territory of these "superior people". Use it to store debris.
For a moment, Liu Guangyu was a little confused.
He vaguely felt that he had fallen into some kind of trap.
But in what form this trap will occur, he has no idea.
what to do?
According to normal thinking, what he should do now is to get through the phone call with the country as soon as possible and report his situation to the country in order to obtain further asylum.
But his intuition from many years of experience on the battlefield told him that things were definitely not that simple.
The greater possibility is that once he walks out of this room, he will immediately fall into irreparable danger.
At that time, whether you "clean up" yourself directly or find a reason to imprison yourself, the result will be the same.
no.
They must not be allowed to succeed.
Liu Guangyu silently took a few steps back and returned to the previous dining table.
Afterwards, he carefully checked the facilities in the room, and after making sure that there were no changes compared to the previous two days, he deliberately stepped up the stairs hard and pretended to rest on the second floor.
Immediately afterwards, he returned to the first floor, looked through the gap in the curtains, and began to observe the rear of the house.
There was a larger open space there, but nothing was piled on it.
This is so abnormal
Liu Guangyu's eyes slowly swept over, not daring to miss any clues.
And it was at this moment that he saw a familiar figure appearing next to the low wall behind him.
Khalifa.
He was obviously communicating with someone, but that person was hidden behind a low wall and completely invisible from his perspective.
Judging from Khalifa's expression, he seemed a little anxious, but there was also a hint of determination in his body movements.
Is it possible that he wants to deal with himself here?
Liu Guangyu secretly clenched his fists.
This is not some persecution paranoia.
During the dozens of days he spent with the Revolutionary Front armed forces, he had already figured out the nature of these people.
On the surface, they are an organized "resistance army", but in fact, they are no different from the bandit warlords raging everywhere on the African continent.
They will not hesitate to sacrifice a few or even dozens of lives for a small profit.
And if there are greater interests in front of them, they will make many crazy moves that are difficult to understand.
Is it crazy to kill yourself?
Maybe it counts.
After all, China's anger is definitely not something that ordinary countries can bear.
but.
What if someone offers a higher price?
What if this price is enough to make up for the losses caused by China's revenge?
This is very possible.
Liu Guangyu knew very well that although he was just an ordinary war reporter, but after being involved in this big dispute due to various chances and coincidences, he became a flag standing here.
As long as I am alive and as long as I am still in Darfur, the conflict between the Sudanese official and the Revolutionary Front organization cannot escalate.
The reason is very simple, still the same sentence.
"We're watching you."
But what if my flag falls?
That means that the Revolutionary Front has finally completely broken up with China.
This means that they will no longer care about China's "observation" and insist on starting a high-intensity, endless war.
Thinking of this, Liu Guangyu was shocked.
Something big has happened.
No, the major event does not refer to the danger that I will face, but to the fact that the Revolutionary Front organization will face the crisis of splitting!
Yes, although Hamidi is crazy, he is still an ideal person.
He also hoped that after capturing Khartoum, he would rely on the support of major powers to secure his position as ruler.
In this case, it is absolutely impossible for him to do such a quick and easy thing.
The only one who might take action is Khalifa, the de facto second-in-command.
And now, he was standing outside his door.
Like a vicious wolf, quietly waiting for its prey.
How can I survive?
Liu Guangyu withdrew his gaze and looked at the various facilities in the room.
There aren't many things that can be used, but it can probably delay some time.
At the same time, beside the low wall, Khalifa was waving his arms and arguing with the adjutant opposite.
".I said, this action is my own decision and has nothing to do with Hamidi!"
"You are my adjutant. You should obey my orders, not that rigid and stubborn old man!"
"What does he know? He only knows peace talks, peace talks!"
"How many times? Every time, he thought he could get a seat through peace talks and then enter Khartoum without any trouble."
"But in reality? He messed up every negotiation. In the end, didn't we need to use force to solve it?"
"Now, the opportunity is right in front of us."
"As long as we kill this annoying reporter and completely separate ourselves from China, we can take down those weapons and make our strength stronger than ever before!"
"Hassan, say it yourself, isn't this result what you want?"
Adjutant Hassan looked at Khalifa solemnly and did not answer immediately.
After hesitating for a long time, he said:
"Khalifa, I know what happened in the market last time made you very angry, but you can't let the anger go to your head."
"He is not just a reporter, he is a symbol of China's stay here."
"You have to think clearly, the China now is not the China a few years ago."
"Their methods are becoming more and more radical, their technology is becoming more and more advanced, and their military power is getting stronger day by day."
"Have you really thought about confronting such a big country?"
"If we don't confront them, we will confront the United States. You choose one!"
Khalifa said angrily.
"But we are not in such a dilemma, are we?"
"It will happen one day - we can't wait until that time comes to make a decision, it will be too late."
"Now, stop talking nonsense to me and go up and knock on his door and take him out to the open space."
"Then, find someone to introduce him to the equipment, put a grenade in his hand, and that's all you need to do."
Khalifa's tone left no room for doubt, and Hassan could only sigh.
He opened his mouth and replied:
"Got it, I'll do it."
"But if he doesn't fall for it, what will we do?"
"Then beat him to death and put a grenade into his hand."
"Anyway, all the equipment there is going to be blown up - only if he causes serious consequences can we have reason to communicate with Hamidi."
".You are quite thoughtful."
Hearing Hassan's words, Khalifa smiled confidently and replied:
"I must have thought more carefully than Hamidi."
A few minutes later, Hassan knocked on Liu Guangyu's door as planned.
"Mr. Liu, it's me, Hassan."
"The door is open, please come in!"
Liu Guangyu replied in the room.
Hassan opened the door carefully and entered.
As a professional soldier, he habitually paused for a moment at the door. After checking the back of the door and the blind spot, he stepped in.
At this moment, Liu Guangyu came down the stairs.
"General Hassan, long time no see."
"Yeah, long time no see."
Hassan replied with a smile.
"General Khalifa asked me to come to you and said that I have something to discuss with you. Is it convenient for you now?"
"Of course it's convenient."
Liu Guangyu walked up to Hassan and asked in a casual tone, as if greeting:
"General Hassan, did this mission go well? I heard that you also went to South Darfur?"
"Indeed. The mission went smoothly, but we also lost a lot of soldiers."
"That's such a pity. They are all brave children - I have a good relationship with the children here. The wooden sculpture on the table was given to me by Mohammed."
As he spoke, he casually pointed to his left side, and Hassan's eyes followed suit.
At this moment, a sudden change occurred!
Liu Guangyu held out a handful of powdered washing powder from his hand, and he bent down, grabbed a sharpened table knife from the cabinet on the right, and threw it towards Hassan. !
Even though his reaction was far beyond normal, Hassan was caught off guard.
Before the stinging feeling in front of his eyes dissipated, the huge impact had already pushed him to the ground.
At the same time, there was a cold touch on his neck.
——
After the coldness, there is a faint tingling and numbness.
His neck was cut open.
Hassan felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave. He had no idea how seriously he was injured. He only heard Liu Guangyu whisper in his ear:
"do not move!"
"Now, no matter what you think of, I want to speak to Hamidi."
"Otherwise, we will perish together."
"You may be afraid of death, but I can tell you that I am not afraid."
Liu Guangyu's tone was calm and cold. At this moment, he didn't look like a reporter, but like a soldier who had experienced hundreds of battles.
Hassan understood that the words coming out of his mouth were definitely not ordinary threats.
"I can't contact him. I don't carry any communication equipment. Please take the knife away from my neck first."
"Your neck is fine! Get up!"
Liu Guangyu frowned, and he walked around behind Hassan, but the blade did not move an inch away.
Blood has gradually soaked Hassan's clothes. He pushed Hassan towards the door. He was about to use him as a hostage to find that slim chance of survival, but before he could step out of the door, a bullet came from nowhere. , and crushed Hassan’s head.
The red and white warm liquid and rough powder splashed onto Liu Guangyu's face. He fell backwards almost subconsciously, avoiding the first wave of barrages that continued to pursue him.
There was loud gunfire, and Liu Guangyu pushed down the marble square table as a cover and lay on the ground in the middle of the living room. The ricochet had hit his calf, but he did not dare to move at all.
It's over now.
They really came to silence me.
Moreover, they didn't even intend to leave any room.
Amidst the smoke and dust, Liu Guangyu reluctantly raised his head and saw a scene that frightened him through the almost shattered wall:
A revolutionary front soldier raised his RPG in his direction.
Liu Guangyu closed his eyes.
At this moment, the only thing he regretted was not taking a gamble and sending the information out first.
However, a few seconds later, the expected explosion did not go off.
Instead, there was more intensive gunfire.
——
However, the number of bullets falling in the room suddenly decreased.
He raised his head and looked out the door again, only to find that the militants who had originally fired at him had all turned their guns.
Hamidi's people are coming!
The battle between the Hamidi army and the Khalifa "rebels" lasted less than ten minutes.
Under the powerful fire suppression, the rebels, who had not prepared for a large-scale battle, were helpless.
After the ceasefire, Liu Guangyu stood up with strength.
Opposite him, the largest warlord in Africa had already rushed over with a look of horror on his face.
"Liu! Are you okay?!"
"It's not me, it's really not me!"
"Liu, tell them, I really don't know!"
Liu Guangyu looked at Hamidi inexplicably. He couldn't understand why the other party was so panicked.
——
It wasn't until half an hour later, through that routine phone call, that he learned the news that made Hamidi lose his composure as a "general":
Just a minute after he was attacked, a ghostly drone flew over Hamidi's head.
(End of chapter)
