At the end of the fork in the road, there is a ruined village. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info Colorful plastic bags everywhere have failed to add even a hint of vitality to this lifeless village.

Perhaps in order to give themselves a little sense of security, the indigenous villagers also built a fence around the village with crooked wood. But the fence that was intertwined and ridiculed like a dog's tooth was more like a smile without lips, mercilessly mocking the ignorance of the villagers and the chaos of the world.

A few children who were hiding behind the fence like ostriches, saw the familiar UN logo on the car body, and immediately unfolded their dirty little faces, scattered their mud-stained feet, and quickly approached.

Even though they are suffering from hunger and death, the most ruthless devastation in the world, the child still has innocence in his heart. They knew that these uncles, who had red and yellow stars embroidered on their shoulder armbands, were armed with guns, but they would never send sorrows and nightmares.

In the eyes of children, good and evil are as simple as that: good brings happiness and evil brings sadness.

Every time these uncles came over, they could get chocolate and clean bottled water from them. If you're lucky, you'll have the kind of noodles that are delicious even when chewed dry.

So for them, these uncles with red stars on their arms are good people.

"Class deputy, we're here!"

Zhang Dafu slowed down the speed of the car and turned around to report.

Deputy Wu Ban jumped out of the chariot and was immediately surrounded by the children.

Not disgusted by the children's dirty and messy hair like a chicken nest, he touched the top of the head of a little girl in front of him. As he pulled chocolate out of his pocket, he asked in a local language that he was not familiar with, "What about the adults?"

"They're all over there!" the little girl pointed to the west, "go and help those Uncle Red build big wells!" she replied, her eyes wide, and she quickly took the chocolate in her hand.

It was clear that she wasn't going to eat the chocolates.

Even if she was only five years old, she knew that she had a young brother in the back family. The younger brother, who is often sick, needs these black and sweet things more than himself.

Deputy Wu Ban nodded at her.

The "Uncle Red" in the little girl's mouth refers to the work clothes of Sinochem in Sudan. And those "big, big wells" should be the oil field infrastructure that is in progress.

In fact, many times, these aborigines are not of much help. They can't do technical work at all, and they are thin and weak when they work hard. But in order to maintain good relations with the local people, PetroChina still asks these residents to help with some infrastructure work and gives them some payment to sustain themselves.

This can be regarded as friendship from China.

It is this kind of goodwill that is carried out to the grassroots level, whether in South Sudan or North Sudan, Chinese oil people can smoothly lay oil pipelines to most places.

Well, it's mostly the place.

Until they willingly let a group of dirty little "robbers" scavenge the snacks and temporary rations on their bodies. The soldiers smiled and got back into the car and rushed to the PetroChina Infrastructure Office in the west of the village, where they had been on a mission.

Twenty minutes later, PetroChina camp.

At this time, the camp was busy.

Seeing the United Nations vehicle approaching, a middle-aged man with eyes and drawings at the construction site hurriedly greeted him.

Deputy Wu Ban got out of the car, quickly straddled the rifle behind his back, and stepped forward to salute: "Hello comrade! Recently, the situation in Charfur has been chaotic, and our department has received an order from the higher authorities to carry out key protection for your side within a week, and I hope you will cooperate!"

"Thank you, comrades! We will fully cooperate and obey your arrangement. Oops, it's great that you're here. These days, I can always hear gunshots nearby, and I can't sleep well. ”

Deputy Wu Ban finished saluting, stretched out his hand and shook him tightly, "Well, it's not been peaceful here lately. No accidents, right?"

"Not really, it's just that there's been a lot of people around the camp lately. After exploration, it is very likely that there is a large oil reservoir under our feet, and we have brought a large amount of materials this time, I am afraid that we have been targeted. But it's good that you came, forgive those militants for having the guts to come, and they don't dare to come, haha. ”

Deputy Wu Ban smiled and nodded, "It's better to be cautious, it's the Jian Weigard armed forces who are making trouble this time." The composition of these people is very complex, and there are some extremists among them, who are extremely fierce and cunning. We have suffered losses at their hands, and we must not let our guard down. ”

The middle-aged man stroked his glasses and nodded solemnly.

While the two were talking, the soldiers had quickly observed their surroundings and set up observation posts on several commanding heights.

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The fierce sun still sows the scorching sun.

Above the sky, there was nothing unusual except for the yellow sand that was whipped up by gusts of wind for miles.

Everything seems to be calm.

But this tranquility only lasted until about three o'clock in the afternoon.

The first to notice the abnormality was Zhang Dafu.

From where he was standing, he could observe the direction of Zhajarwa. Even the two barely noticeable gunshots did not escape Daifuku's ears.

Just as he was reporting on the walkie-talkie, a thick cloud of smoke rose from the direction of the village.

"Cave three hole three, I'm the one, the east of the camp found out the situation!"

"I'm Dong San, please report in detail!"

"There seems to be a shootout in the village of Zhajarwa, ask for instructions!"

At this moment, another observation post also came with a report: "Dong 3 Dong 3! I am Dong Jiu! An unknown vehicle is approaching from the southeast! Request instructions!"

After receiving these two reports, Deputy Wu Ban immediately became vigilant.

At this time, some of the residents who were helping in the camp immediately cried when they saw the smoke rising from the east, and ran in whichever direction they went crazy.

Seeing this, Deputy Wu Ban immediately ordered the surrounding PetroChina workers: "Stop them, don't let them run around! Gather the people in the camp immediately!"

The workers, apparently trained, immediately began to lay down their work and quickly gather towards the inner side of the camp.

At this moment, a local villager struggled out of the workers, screaming and shouting: "Let me out!

Deputy Wu Ban stopped the thin woman, "No, it's dangerous!"

As soon as she heard the danger, the woman struggled even more frantically. But how could a skinny woman break free from the burly deputy Wu Ban?

Finally, after some fruitless struggle, the woman sat down on the ground with a wail.

She was completely oblivious to her already tattered clothes, which had been torn apart by the struggle she had just had. Leaving her shriveled breasts exposed to the air, she pleaded, "Please, go and see the village!

Deputy Wu Ban was on high alert at this time, looking at the crying mother and the villagers behind her who kept shouting, and his brain was spinning.

The ghost sent the gods, and that dirty smiling face flashed in his mind.

He gritted his teeth and seemed to have made a lot of determination. Picked up the walkie-talkie and ordered: "All of them, shrink the defense! You two drive to zhajarwa to protect the people left behind in the village!"

"Received!"

"Arrived!"

Zhang Dafu glanced at Hao Shuai, who was not far away, and quickly got up and rushed to the car.

As the saying goes, a dead horse runs from a mountain, and it couldn't be more appropriate on the plains of the Chaalfur region.

Although the smoke looked not far away, when Zhang Dafu drove all the way. Relying on the strong hull of Knight 15 to fall below two shots, it still took nearly fifteen minutes to reach the village of Zhajarwa.

As soon as they approached the village, the scene in front of them made the two of them want to split.

On the fence in front of the village, there were seven or eight children who were so frightened that they had forgotten to cry.

More than 200 meters in front of the fence, several men with armed bands twisted and scuffled on their bodies were practicing marksmanship with guns.

Yes, those children are exactly what they are targeting.

Or rather, the target.

Hao Shuai was a little farsighted, and at a glance he saw the little girl who had taken the Wuban chocolate before—the child had been shot in the leg, and a large amount of blood flowed down her body, staining the fence under her feet red.

She spasmed involuntarily, and she was still clutching something in her hands.

A glimmer of silver light reflected through the sunlight seems... It is a piece of tin foil wrapped in chocolate. (To be continued.) )