(I have made a chapter between meals, so everyone can take a look and ask for a recommendation!)

Libya is located in northern Africa, near the Mediterranean Sea. Although some areas have Mediterranean climate, they are more covered by tropical desert climates, with high temperatures and little rain.

Even in the end of March, the sun above my head was extremely scorching.

The three off-road vehicles rushed out of the sand and stopped steadily on the Gobi Desert, and the rolling sand and dust did not dissipate for a long time.

Open the door.

After getting off the car, several white men looked around with great vigilance, and then they came to the front of a huge sand pit.

The dark sand pit was obviously burned by high temperatures, but the smell was somewhat disgusting. Even experienced mercenaries like Cock Levins and Ivanka couldn't help but feel a little dry.

“Fuck!”

There is no doubt that the corpse must have been burned in the sand pit.

Bati Sanchez frowned and then turned around. Apart from finding several scrapped vehicles, he did not find any clues, but bent down to pick up something from the ground.

On the sand, natural wind is enough to smooth out all traces.

"Get in the car, let's go."

"Have you discovered anything?"

Cock had some questions.

"die!"

The words spit out of Barty's mouth seemed a little cold, but Cock didn't ask much, it seemed that the damn Libyans hadn't completed the task at all.

Benghazi City.

After a night of fierce fighting, the entire city's periphery seemed a bit dilapidated. Although the government troops did not use large-scale weapons of destruction, the most threatening were just a few old-fashioned Soviet tanks. After all, the war was not about treating guests to dinner, but about a life-and-death battle.

"General halide, your man should be dead, the body has been burned, and all you can find is this thing."

In the rebel camp in Benghazi, Barty put a roughly made silver eagle badge in her hand on the table in front of halide.

The house originally served as the front-line command room had already hung the flag of the rebel headquarters.

During the melee last night, General Able was obviously gone, but no one knew that Bati's Caesar mercenary group did not seem to have only one life.

The brand new general uniform looks much better than the college uniform.

Halide is a pure Libyan warlord.

Ruthless.

Greedy in money.

Brutal, and ****.

But very smart.

Finely rubbing the cold edges and corners of the silver eagle badge, halide's expression made people feel a little chilling.

"Silver Eagle Guard?"

Bang!

Cut the Silver Eagle badge onto the desktop.

"Batty, I think you know better than me, Hamis has been rescued and we are about to face a more violent attack than this, or you Americans should give me more support, not just a damn weapon deal."

"More support? no!no!no!no!, this is different from our agreement at the beginning. I will help you solve the troubles of Able, but you should do business with me instead of talking about damn politics. I am just a mercenary, not a politician."

Bati Sanchez obviously did not expect the Libyans to change their minds so quickly.

He took a sip of the cigar hard.

The gaze in Halide's eyes suddenly became a little sharp.

"Then let that Mr. Sloan talk to me."

Hearing this sentence, Barty's face suddenly became a little ugly.

Turning around and leaving the base camp of halide, he just walked out and smashed his punch on the iron rod beside him, making a clang sound.

"Boss, what happened?"

"The damn Libyan actually broke the contract. His target is not us, but the damn American government."

"What should we do?"

“Go to Tripoli.”

“What?”

“****!”

"Are you sure? Gripen people will-"

"shutUp! If you don't want to die, go to Tripoli. Do you think those damn American politicians will allow us to live until we return home?"

This question is hardly considered.

Once Halide and Colonel Sloan, the US Command in North Africa, reach an agreement, the two sides can completely abandon him as an intermediary to engage in weapons and even political transactions.

At that time, the existence of the Caesar Mercenary Group will become the only insider of such a transaction between the two parties, and there will be no other result except death.

Everyone was silent.

As for those who will face the Gripen—

Barty smiled.

What the Libyan government forces lack now is the elite combat squad. I heard that the government forces had already begun to recruit mercenaries to form legions, with a daily salary of up to US$500 per person.

If he brought the Caesar Mercenary Group to the enlistment, 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 in the afternoon.

The charm of money is always difficult to measure.

Tripoli.

After a night of hard fighting, although Benghazi did not take down, the morale of the government forces seemed to have increased a lot, and the atmosphere in the entire city was a bit stern.

The war finally expanded further.

Just a few days ago, Western countries led by the United States officially launched a small-scale air strike on Libya, but Hamis's return also made previous rumors about his assassination self-defeated.

In a camp less than 10 kilometers away from the western outskirts of Tripoli, Libyan government forces armed to their teeth can be seen everywhere.

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 of pulling his back and waist and abdomen still made him gasp.

"hiss-"

"What's wrong? Did you get a wound? Don't move!"

The person who spoke was a woman, and a very beautiful woman, and Li Changjiang didn't even dare to take a look at her.

"Elisa, can you put on your clothes first?"

"What? Don't you men like to see women wearing bikini?"

Eliza smiled, but the expression on her face looked a little cunning no matter how she looked.

However, when he heard Li Changjiang's words, he slowly put a piece of cloth on his body, but this made Li Changjiang smile even more bitterly.

Beauty is a disaster, and it is indeed not a lie.

Although Libyans are not innocent white blood, Libyan women with mixed races like Elisa have the advantages of both white and oriental women, and their figures are so graceful that they are hard to see directly.

A piece of silk cloth that cannot even cover her knees is draped on her body, and it is like a temptation to play the uniform.

I don't know what day it's already.

Since he fell into a coma that day, he woke up and arrived here when Li Changjiang opened his eyes.

According to Eliza, they are now in the most mysterious Silver Eagle Guard barracks in Libya, and they are in the same room and are not allowed to go out.

But Hamis shouldn't have died, otherwise they wouldn't be imprisoning them.

Li Changjiang was a little embarrassed, his face turned red. He was a serious young and beautiful boy, and he hadn't even pulled the girl's hands much. How could he withstand this kind of teasing?

Compared with Elisa, who has long experienced the worldly style, he is just a first brother.

Sitting down close to the edge of the bed where Li Changjiang was lying, Elisa's whole body exuded a very charming aura. Li Changjiang tried to move in, but the bed board of the room that was confiscated was originally very narrow, let alone moving, she couldn't even squeeze in.

So when Elizana's extremely elastic thighs were pressed against her body, Li Changjiang's mind was suddenly confused.
Chapter completed!