"Sorry, is it the letter from the family?" Lieutenant Loire walked into Hanster's room with a tray in his hand.

"Oh, it's my brother. He is serving in the armored forces. Look, this is the photo he sent." Lieutenant Hanster picked up a photo next to the envelope and signaled to show it to the Lieutenant of France.

"It's a handsome guy, are we eating here or not?" Loire asked, lifting the tray.

"Oh, just put it on the table here, thank you, Loire."

Hanster stood up embarrassedly, moved away the chair next to the table, and made way for Loire.

"There are no good things in this place, but the wine is pretty good."

Loire placed the tray on the edge of the table, and Hanster helped him place the plates of food on the table.

"It's much better than camping outside. I'll get a cup." Hanster put up the knife and fork, then walked towards the four-legged cabinet where the water bottle was placed at the door.

This is an ordinary North African village. Most villagers make a living by grazing and making handmade products. Because they are located on the side of the business road and have clean water sources, there are often caravans staying here to rest.

The elders in the village were very knowledgeable, so they simply raised some money to build an inn by themselves, providing food and accommodation services to some merchants with good economic conditions, and also selling passers-by specialties and tools and supplies that must be carried for desert travelers.

"Has the prisoners settled?" Hanster put a glass of water in front of Loire.

"Everything has been settled, Sergeant Rennes takes three soldiers to guard the prisoners, and they will be responsible for the night tonight." Loire unbuttoned his napkin and shook in the air, then stuffed a corner between his collar.

"If you stick with it for another night, we will be at Lucien's station tomorrow. This time the soldiers and soldiers were very lucky to have a hard time. After returning, they will have to give them a few days off." Henster picked up the wine bottle, loosened the wire snap at the mouth of the bottle and pulled out the cork cork.

"It smells good, I don't know how it tastes." Hanster poured a glass of wine for Loire.

"Don't worry, I've drunk this wine, you will remember its taste. Hanster, how do you plan to write this report?" Loire struggled to cut the bacon from the plate with a knife and fork.

"Report truthfully, some soldiers performed well and deserved the award." Hanster poured his cup full of red wine, re-stuck the bottle and put it on the side of the table.

"Hey, you know I'm not referring to this." Loire put down his knife and fork and picked up a piece of dry and hard bread from the bread blue.

"Are you talking about the Italians and bandits?" Hanster also reached out to take a piece of bread and put it on the plate, then reached out to take out an iron plate from his pants pocket and put it on the table.

"This is the baron's identity card. You have also heard the bandit's confession. This matter is much more complicated than we imagined." Hanster picked up the napkin and wiped his hands, then reached out to break the bread.

"Talk about your opinion, I believe you have figured out some tricks. I have been thinking about this all the time along the way. If I don't understand the truth, I will not be able to sleep at night." The French lieutenant stroked his neatly trimmed beard with his upper lip and stuffed a piece of bacon into his mouth.

"Then you drink two more glasses. You're right. This wine is really good and should help you have a good sleep." Hanster put down the wine glass, smashed the fried egg with a fork, and applied the egg liquid to the bread cubes.

"Hanster, don't do this. I know you already have an answer in your heart. For the sake of our cooperation so smoothly, let me know what you have discovered." Loire swallowed the food in his mouth and looked at the German lieutenant with a flattering look.

"Okay, okay, it's nothing to tell you. In the end, you will have to sign your name in the mission report." Hanster said with a cube in his hand and shook his head with a helpless look on his face.

Just when the German lieutenant told the French about his discovery, he would not have thought that just over a hundred kilometers away from them, several mysterious figures gathered together to talk about the same thing in a hotel in the coastal town of Saanhe, Libya.

"Bashir failed, but finally did not cause serious consequences. There is still room for recovery. Now the superior wants to know whether things can still follow the original plan." A man with an Arab turban covered his face said in a deep voice.

"This idiot almost messed up everything. Now that his identity has been exposed, what should we do with him next?" said a man in a suit and a red Turkish felt hat.

"He did not reveal his true identity, and the other party only discovered his disguise at most." The person who spoke was an old man with a thin face, wearing a black priest robe.

"It's meaningless to discuss these things now. I think we should discuss first what we should do with him now, whether to transfer him to hide elsewhere, or simply send him back to China." This is a tall and strong man, wearing a somewhat white blue cloth shirt, with sleeves high, and a conspicuous red scar on his forearm with a trayed muscle.

"If you want to send him away, then the speed must be fast. The Italians will soon notice something is wrong and will eventually find Bashir's head." said the masked man.

"How many days do you think it will take?" asked the strong man.

"At most a week, it won't be later. Don't forget Baron Anthony's true identity." The masked man pulled the Arab robe on his body.

"Damn, I have warned Bashir not to be reckless. Not only did I fail to complete the orders of my superiors, I also lost an armed force that I finally built up." The Turkish hat punched the table hard.

"What is the use of these now? Besides, Mehanide is not as reliable as it seems. He has provided some ammunition and funds, and he has also repaid a lot of the things we stolen, and it has not caused any loss." The priest comforted him.

"Mekhanide and his team have been providing me with the mobilization of the French garrison, and have collected a large number of confidential information on the equipment and personnel of the French army for me. His value is more important than all of you imagined." The Turkish hat suppressed his dissatisfaction and said in a stiff tone.

"But now, after years of hard work, I have been screwed up by a self-righteous bastard. Fortunately, I have tried my best to introduce him into Mehanide's team. This is how he repays my trust in him. This brainless pig, I ask my superiors to deal with this matter strictly."

"How to deal with it strictly, tell me." The priest finally lowered his face.

"I doubt his loyalty to the organization, and it is very likely that he has been bribed by the French." said the Turkish hat with a face.

"You! How dare you say such words? Do you know what this means?" Hearing this, the priest's face changed. He looked at the Turkish hat with panic, as if he had known this colleague for the first time.

"Comrade Lorenzo, you have to be responsible for what you say. This is not something you can use to joke about. You know that this may affect all of us." The strong man's expression also changed. He said to the Turkish hat with a serious expression, which is Lorenzo. If he was careful enough, he would find that his arms hanging on one side of his body were trembling slightly at the moment.

"Enough, Comrade Lorenzo's opinion makes sense. We cannot let go of any suspicious clues. First, we will find a secret place to take care of Bashir. How to deal with it is up to our superiors. I will submit the content record of today's meeting, and now I can discuss the previous issues." The masked man tapped the table with his finger.

When the priest heard the masked man's words, the priest's face suddenly turned pale and looked like a dead person.

"Comrade Burka, Bashir's problems will be judged and dealt with by superiors. Don't forget your own identity. Do you have any opinions on this?" said the masked man gloomy.

"I have no objection, I firmly obey the arrangements of my superiors, Comrade Grove." The priest quickly lowered his head to express his obedience, and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with a embarrassed expression with his sleeve tube.

"Well, I personally believe in your loyalty to your motherland. If you don't talk about these issues now, I just want to know whether the tasks assigned by your superiors can be completed. We must get what the Frenchman has in hand. I can tell you clearly that this is an order from Moscow."

The masked man Grove stood up and walked to the wooden leaking window. He opened the window and pointed to the rows of adobe brick flat-roofed houses with dazzling white light under the scorching sun.

"Are you going to stay in such a ghost place for the rest of your life? I don't have this idea."

Grove left the window, strode to the strong man, and patted the other person's arm.

"Comrade Peter, you should have the same idea as me. Your wife and two children are in China, and they are always looking forward to your return. I also have a wife and children. I don't want to stay here for five or six years, and then return to them with the smell of camel pee." Grove did not wait for the other party to reply, but he walked to Lorenzo again.

"I know you have put a lot of effort into it here, but I think you also understand that this is not a suitable place for a man to make achievements. If you have talented and capable intelligence personnel like you, your superiors should transfer you to Europe, France, Germany, Britain, the United States, and any place that is important to the great motherland, rather than this colony with worthless value only sand and camel dung." After saying that, Grove pressed Lorenzo's shoulder hard.

Finally, the masked man walked to the priest and looked at the other party's absent-minded look. He shook his head and did not speak. Although he could not see the expression on Grove's face at this moment, his body language had clearly shown some things.

Comrade Burka has been scapegoated by Grove. Who made this old guy like to act like an old-fashioned person and not take his group leader seriously? And this time, there was something wrong with the personnel he developed with his own hands. Grove knew that it was impossible to explain to his superiors that he would not be able to explain to his superiors if he threw out grassroots personnel like Bashir. Burka's identity and level were just right, and he did have some old relationships in China, so he could just do some articles.

"Comrades, this is the best opportunity to show your abilities in front of Moscow's superiors. You will not believe that many comrades are envious of us. If you can complete the tasks assigned by your superiors this time and satisfy your superiors, comrades, I think you should imagine what will happen, and a bright future will be presented to us.

Want to be transferred back to China to reunite with your wife and children? Want to get out of this smelly hell? Want to get rid of the trouble you got involved? Everything depends on your performance this time. Now I will ask you again. Can the tasks assigned by your superiors be completed as planned?" Grove walked to the window and turned around to ask, his sharp eyes under the Arabian turban glanced at the faces of his subordinates.

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