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Chapter 2839 Desert Cavalry

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    A black man looked at Lin Rui with provocative eyes, "Look who this is, is there another masked girl?"

    When the black guard saw Lin Rui standing there without moving, and without a weapon in his hand, he gradually became arrogant, walked over with an AK47, and said viciously, "Do you want to cause trouble? Didn't anyone tell you whose territory this is? Here?  I sit back, you damn mercenary. You want to stand up for them, think you are brave? I have a gun in my hand."

    "Only people who have no ability will rely on guns to be brave." Lin Rui said calmly, "But in fact, a gun is a gun, and courage is courage."

    The black man and several other black guards laughed together, "Do you have the courage? Okay, then why don't you use your fists to point at my gun."

    Before he could finish his words, Lin Rui's fist had already hit him in the face.  The black man's face was instantly deformed, his nose collapsed, his teeth flew out along with the saliva, and then he fell straight down.  The faces of the black guards nearby changed suddenly. Just when they were about to take action, they found Lin Rui looking at them coldly.  His eyes were not sharp, but they were cold to the bone.

    None of these guards dared to take any further action.  Lin Rui slowly turned around and saluted the Tuareg people behind him.  The Tuagre people also put away their knives and returned the favor humbly.

    The man in the blue robe at the head patted Lin Rui and said, "Let's go outside."

    "Wait a minute!" The armed guards who reacted became angry and blocked them in front of them.  Several people all held guns in their hands and stared at Lin Rui and the Tuareg people.  "No one can leave!"

    Lin Rui turned around calmly, "You'd better be glad I left. Do you know what the consequences will be if you leave me behind?"

    The armed guards looked at each other and suddenly screamed in panic.  They found that each other's bodies were covered with red dots, which were the red dots formed by the laser pointer's red beams hitting their chests and foreheads.  These weapons come from outside the window, outside the door, and even inside the tavern room.  The mercenaries surrounding him in twos and threes were all facing each other with guns.  As long as these armed guards make the slightest move, they can be beaten with holes all over their bodies.

    Although the armed guards in these towns were local cowards and were accustomed to evil deeds, they were all stunned for a moment when they had never seen such a formation.

    "You'd better not move around." Lin Rui said slowly, then turned around and waved to the man in blue robe, "Since we are not welcome here, then we might as well change places."

    The Tuareg leader also nodded and withdrew from the tavern with them.  We arrived at an open space outside the town.  Other Tuaregs also camped here.

    The sand dunes in the distance are undulating, like an unpredictable ocean, with rugged marble and obsidian occasionally exposed on the sand surface, like extinct ancient marine life.  This remote corner of the Sahara Desert is filled with vast expanses of desert and salt pans.  These Tuareg warriors haunt this land.  There are always rumors from the outside world that cruelty and treachery are the nature of the Tuareg people. They often rob businessmen who hire them as bodyguards, and even launch surprise attacks on their allies.

    But everyone knows that they are the masters of this desert.  The Tuareg, originally a fierce nomadic people, dominated the lucrative caravan trade in past centuries, buying and selling gold, spices and slaves.  Although they are down and out now, they are still the people who know the desert best.

    They set up camp on the sand a few miles away, hid the dilapidated pickup truck under a low acacia tree, washed their hands and faces for evening prayers, and then set up tents behind the dunes in groups of six or seven.  Light a bonfire.  Some people are continuing to barbecue, singing, drinking tea and telling stories around the fire.

    "Visel, I am Visser, are you mercenaries?" The man in the blue robe pushed the roasted meat to Lin Rui.

    "Yes." Lin Rui nodded.

    He laughed with a few people next to him, "We have also been mercenaries." He told Lin Rui that his tribe had been hired to fight for Gaddafi, and he himself was injured while participating in a battle.  Sitting next to him was a broad-shouldered man, toying with a machine gun.  He studied engineering at a university in Nigeria, but dropped out to join the war in Libya.  "How can I sit in the classroom and study while my Tuareg brothers are fighting bloody battles?"

    "Oh?" Lin Rui said with some interest, "Have you fought in Libya?"

    Wiesel nodded and said, "Many people here have been trained in military camps in Libya. When we were teenagers, we heard Gaddafi on the radio urging us to go to Libya, saying that we could help them.  struggle for their rights. However, soon after joining Gaddafi¡¯s training camp, we discovered that thisA dictator is only using us.  Some Tuareg were sent to fight in Lebanon, while the rest helped the Libyan army invade Chad.

    However, this use is also mutual - Tuareg people from Mali and Niger have also repeatedly stolen weapons from Libyan military camps and used them to fight their own governments.  "

    "That's it. No wonder I think you are not like ordinary people." Lin Rui nodded.

    Wiesel sighed, "A few years ago, when the protests in Libya were at their peak, Gaddafi quietly sent people to Niger and Mali to recruit mercenaries, targeting Tuareg people who were willing to serve his regime.  A high reward of one thousand dollars a day was promised. We were all tempted, but the war made several of my elders and brothers stay there."

    Lin Rui nodded, mercenary is a fatal job.  When Lin Rui asked about the Maghreb organization, Wiesel was a little helpless, "I know them, and people from several tribes have joined them. They also recruited our people. But we didn't agree. Because they  Breaking promises. We want to fight for the benefit of our people, but they only do it for themselves and just want us to help them fight."

    Lin Rui looked at him and said, "I need to find those people's camps. One of them holds some Russians. Our mission this time is to rescue them."

    "This is not easy. There are many of them? And they are hiding in the desert." Wiesel shook his head.

    "Do you know where they are hiding? I can pay you." Lin Rui looked at him and said.

    "I'm not sure, but as long as they hide in this desert, we will definitely be able to find him. This desert has no secrets for us. We know better than anyone how to fight here better."  Wiesel nodded.

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