"Is the news reliable?" asked Bono with a blank face.

"Reliable, that person is their answer in the city. The colonel replied decisively.

The arsenal that the enemy wanted to blow up, stockpiled with their large quantities of weapons and ammunition, as well as spare cars and tanks, was very important for the Italian army.

Because the matter was so important, he also went to confirm it in person, and after learning the other party's plan, detailed time and goal from the mouth of the 'traitor', he thought that the authenticity was very high.

Moreover, it is said that this time the leader of the team was an important person, and this news was not seen before, and the colonel decided to keep it in his heart.

"Let them in... If you run one, you're good to go. Bono's eyes were like eagles, and he said with a sinister voice.

"Yes. The colonel saluted and turned to leave.

Bono was alone in the quiet office, closing his eyes and leaning back in his chair, Bono couldn't help but clench his fists when he thought of his future fate.

At the end of this campaign, it was time for him to 'retire', and it is still unknown whether he will retire from the army or be completely destroyed.

Bono desperately needs a chance to change his fate, but he doesn't see any hope for it.

At 2 o'clock in the evening, the silence in the war-torn city was terrifying, and even the sounds of insects and birds disappeared.

Except for the occasional patrol passing by on the street, there was no longer a single figure to be seen.

In the dark night, a team of 50 people was quietly moving towards the southeast of the city, the 'arsenal' of what was originally a noble mansion.

Their movements were swift and silent, and they soon reached the outside of the nobleman's mansion.

Looking at the brightly lit manor, the soldiers patrolling back and forth on the lawn in front of them looked at each other and nodded vigorously, and suddenly rushed out of the darkness.

"Enemy attack..."The screams pierced the night, and the tongues of fire that erupted in the shadows took away lives, and soon all the patrolmen on the grass were killed.

"Hurry up. With a command, the team quickly reached for the gate.

Two Egyptians leaned against the wall, and more than a dozen Egyptians stood in front of the door, indicating that they were ready, and the two nodded and slammed the door open.

There was no warning, and for the Egyptian army, killing every Italian who appeared in front of them and driving out the invaders was their only mission.

But the moment the door opened, despair appeared in front of everyone.

Half-man-high sand castles were built in sandbags, with pitch-black muzzles on them, four heavy machine guns facing the gate, and the eyes of the soldiers holding the triggers exuded beastly cruelty.

"Fire. With an order, severed limbs were sent flying everywhere, a rain of blood fell in front of the doorway, and the soldiers who had been shot and fell to the ground before they died let out a terrible wail.

"Retreat is a trap. Seeing this scene, in the team behind him, a white man's face changed dramatically and he wanted to retreat.

Buzz buzz ......

The sound of tracks crashing against the road was heard, the surrounding rooms were lit up, thousands of soldiers surrounded the place, and even tanks were dispatched to make sure nothing went wrong.

"Breakout. Seeing such a scene, the white man did not despair, and immediately organized the only dozen or so people left around him, ready to lead them to break through.

Bang.

A gunshot rang out, and the white man clutched his shoulders in disbelief, and the gun he was holding in his hand fell to the ground.

"Instructor, you've done enough, this is our war. Neying, who was in charge of leading them the way, smiled sarcastically.

The others were dumbfounded by this scene, and one of them suddenly shouted angrily, 'Ganbat,' and turned his gun to kill the traitor, but the bullet pierced his chest in an instant.

Ignoring his companion who fell to the ground vomiting blood, the white man looked at Ganbat with a bright smile: "Haha, I said you were the best of these people, Ganbat, you didn't let me down." ”

Looking at the Italian troops who formed an encirclement and gradually approached, the white man suddenly reached out and grabbed the grenade on his waist.

"Don't worry, what are you going to do?" Ganbart looked at him with a nervous face, but thinking of the colonel's order to capture, he could only helplessly aim the muzzle of the gun at the other party's calf.

Bang.

A shot hit the white man's calf in the facebone, and Gambart breathed a sigh of relief, just relaxing only to find that the instructor in front of him had not fallen.

"Gambat, go to hell with me!" With a rampant roar, the white man who had been hit by two bullets leaned forward and pounced like a cheetah on Gambat, who was a few meters away.

At this moment, he didn't seem to feel the pain in his calf, and kicked hard to splash blood, but his face was full of viciousness and hideousness, and he fell straight into his arms and fell backwards.

"No..."

Rumble!

Two corpses appeared on the ground, and the bursting steel balls flew out, piercing the hearts of the other Egyptian soldiers.

When the colonel in charge of the command in the rear arrived, there was only a pile of corpses left at the scene, and the entire face had been blown up by steel balls, like a 'nobody' with meat sauce. ’

"FK..."Looking at the other party's face that seemed to have been gnawed by a wild beast, he couldn't see the original appearance at all, and the colonel's chest rose and fell and he scolded angrily.

The next day, reports of Western countries singing 'pacifism,' while secretly supporting the Egyptian army and the Italian army in the war, with the intention of bringing down Italy, appeared on their own soil and soon spread to other countries.

Mussolini was even more furious in communicating with Britain and France, and it is unknown whether he greeted the other party's family in a cordial tone.

............

In North America, Li Zitao, who was inspecting the Texas oil field, put the newspaper in his hand casually and said with a smile: "Where did you just go, let's continue." ”

This large oil field in the Midland Basin was named Schlumberger Oil at the behest of Li Zitao.

Schlumberger deserves such an honor, fame and fortune, and it will also give them peace of mind to work for themselves.

Since learning about the difficulty of extracting the Midland Basin, Schlumberger's position in the oil services sector has grown day by day, and calls have been made to him.

At Mobil's shareholder meeting, there was also a mention of Schlumberger's importance and the frequent contact with them privately.

If that weren't the case, Mobil wouldn't have given it to the Schlumberger brothers so easily.

Schlumberger oil has been officially put into production, and the southern oil supply pipeline has been built, and with the Mobil channel, it will radiate the oil supply of five states in the future.

Arizona, where the CA standard is entering, is also a target for Mobil.

This year's sales of Mobil are 13 percentage points lower than last year, which is regrettable, but it is actually 33 percentage points higher than in '33.

It's just that the sales in 34 years are too amazing, so that Mobil has developed a big appetite.

But I believe that no one wants to do this kind of thing a second time, and the European market mobil is also coveting.

Once Mobil has thoroughly digested the Japanese and Far East markets and Schlumberger oil is on track, it will be time for them to officially enter the European market.