The car pulls into El Fasher.

A dilapidated city, with traces of war everywhere, no more prosperous than a township in the country.

But this is the capital of the province of Dafur Norte.

On the world map, you can even find its location, but in the country, can you find the name of an equally prosperous township?

"Last month, there was a battle here between the local militia and the Liberation Army of the Liberation Army. The Liberation Army (KLM) occupied several towns in the north, where there was a small gold mine, with which the Liberation Army purchased a lot of weapons and equipment, and during this time it continued to arrest people. Andrew explained the situation to Yang Tian.

"The recent battle was a rehearsal, and the Liberation Army (KLF) had been trying to occupy El Fasher, so a lot of people here fled and went south, where there was a UN security camp."

Andrew's tone was calm, and he couldn't hear any sadness or superfluous feelings, maybe it could only be described as numbness.

Yang Tian didn't speak, quietly looking out of the car window, the ruins and broken walls that could be seen everywhere, and even some corpses that had not had time to converge.

Further inside, the situation is still not much better, there is not a decent hotel in the city, there is not a single high-end restaurant, and there is no shadow of an American colonel, and there are only some grocery stores selling basic daily necessities.

More food, all sold haphazardly on the side of the road.

The car stopped at a house, and Andrew knocked on the door, only to open a crack for a long time, revealing a half-alert face.

"Andrew, who are they?" The man spoke French.

Yang Tian once thought with a bad taste, these guys are no longer mercenaries, and it is not bad to be foreign language teachers.

Andrew alone is fluent in German, English, French, and to a lesser extent Arabic.

"Louie, don't be nervous, they are my friends, very good friends." Andrew said, repeating a sentence.

Louis is not very old, and he looks like he is in his early twenties, perhaps not as old as Yang Tian.

Curly brown hair, like many Frenchmen, with deep and charming eyes, a tough foreign officer, is a standard little handsome guy.

Louis opened the door, and Yang Tian saw him put away the pistol hidden behind his back.

Andrew beckoned to Yang Tian and led the two into the door.

The yard of the house was small and dirty, and this was the temporary place for Lizova's mercenary army in El Fasher, where a group of big men lived together, and they didn't expect it to be clean.

When I entered the house, I could see all kinds of food waste, piles of beer cans, and foreign wine bottles everywhere.

Of course, there are also a lot of weapons of all kinds.

Yang Tian sat on the shabby sofa and took out a grenade from under his buttocks, and his face turned a little pale with fright.

It's too dangerous to live with these guys!

Andrew walked into the back room to ask the remaining team members about the situation. Louis did not follow up, turned out two cans of beer from the Xiaoice box, threw them to Yang Tian and the dog head, pulled a lift chair, and lay on the back of the chair to look at Yang Tian and the dog head.

After a while, Louis suddenly pointed to the dog's head and whispered: "I have seen you, Chinese, you are Andrew's friend and have been a peacekeeper." ”

The French speak very quickly, and always dance when they speak, as if they don't do that, they won't speak.

The dog's eyes widened, looking like he was listening to the heavens, he didn't know what Louie was talking about, and when he saw Louie constantly pointing at himself, he thought that the zipper of his pants was not closed, so he nervously pulled it.

Yang Tian naturally understood, stretched out his hand to Louie, and introduced himself and the dog head.

Louis was surprised that Yang Tian spoke standard French, and shook Yang Tian's hand excitedly, "Yang, what are you doing in Farsher, Chinese, there are many in the south." ”

Louis waved his arms exaggeratedly and pointed to the south.

In recent years, the country has invested a lot in the South Sudan, building roads, presidential palaces, supporting medical care, communications, and so on.

There is a joke that the flagpoles used to raise the flag when the South Soviet Union was founded were all produced for domestic export.

Of course, in line with the consistent practice at home, we do not participate in politics, support both sides, and make a lot of money with all kinds of muffled voices with the fundamental purpose of oil extraction.

There are a lot of such things done in Africa at home.

That's why Louis said that there would be more Chinese in the South Soviet Union.

Yang Tian smiled and said nothing, just asked if Louie was also a mercenary. After asking, I was surprised to learn that Louis was not an official mercenary, but a logistics officer.

This guy is not good-looking, but he is proficient in weapon modification, and he is a genius in this area.

Some mercenaries have their own habits, such as submachine guns with sniper scopes, and they don't like the handle of the gun or something, which is a personal habit. Louie, on the other hand, was responsible for adapting the weapons to suit their requirements according to their wishes.

Of course, Louie is still in the stage of weapon modification, and it may not be enough for him to design weapons.

But even so, it was amazing enough, listening to Louis spitting to introduce the advantages and disadvantages of various weapons, Yang Tian also had an eye-opening feeling.

While chatting, Andrew walked back with a few people.

It just so happened that there was no mission, and many people went to other places, or returned home directly if there was something to do, and there were only five people who stayed in El Fasher, even Louis, and a few received the news and were rushing back from other places.

"That's what I'm talking about Yang, and he told me that he plans to invest in us." Andrew pointed to Yang Tian and introduced several people.

When Andrew entered the back room before, in addition to asking about Lizova's situation, the most he said was that Yang Tian was considering contribution.

"You're going to contribute, invest in our team, wow, if Lizova is here, I'll jump up with excitement when I hear you, ah no, she's the person, at most she will smile." Louis heard it, but he jumped up excitedly.

"Louie." A big man with a vision of 1.95 meters held down the excited Louis and stepped forward.

This person was highlighted by Andrew, and he was equivalent to the number two person in the mercenary army.

His name was Pylokov, and he was a Russian, more precisely, a Chechen.

Bald, explosive muscles, majestic like a polar bear, stepped forward and glanced at Yang Tian.

Yang Tian's standard 175, in front of him, thin and weak like a bear and a hare, not a tonnage at all.

"Chinese, I hope you know what you're talking about." Pellokov said.

Although he felt extremely stressed in the face of Pylokov, Yang Tian still looked calm and calm, and said with a smile: "Of course I know what I'm talking about, but correspondingly, I am a businessman, and a businessman will only be moved when he sees value." I hope you have that value in you too. ”

Yang Tian spoke the most standard English, and all the people present understood.

Two people showed anger on their faces and opened their mouths to refute, but they were both stopped by Pylokov, looked at Yang Tian, and said: "This rescue operation, you can participate in our action planning, I hope you can find what you want." ”

"Yes." Yang Tian nodded.

Running to Farsher without any difficulty, Yang Tian didn't have the impulse to save Lizova's former KGB agent stupidly, he just wanted to investigate the combat ability of Lizova's mercenary army.

Yang Tian will not participate in the battle.

As a few people walked into the back room, a military map of the Darfur region was spread out on the table.

"Can you read it?" Louie asked kindly.

But Louie's words fell on the ears of the rest, and they cast a defiant gaze, as if he were looking at a rich fool.

Yang Tian directly ignored these gazes, patted Louis on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "It doesn't matter if I don't understand, as long as I know how to make money, it's enough." Besides, I can understand it. ”

Yang Tian's words made the few mercenaries who showed provocative glances silent.

Indeed, Yang Tian is rich, and it is enough to make money, can he understand military maps, and what can he do if he understands battles?

Pellokov glanced at Yang Tian a few more times, although this is only a small detail, but it can tell a person's surname.

If Yang Tian opened his mouth and said that he could understand, Pelokov would probably have to wonder if Yang Tian did not know how to pretend to understand and was a hypocritical person.

Now it seems that Yang Tian is not, but a person who knows his position very well.

Yang Tian is here to inspect investment, not to apply for a mercenary, is it necessary to know how to read military maps?

Specially pulled a chair for Yang Tian and asked Yang Tian to sit down, and then Pelokov pointed to the map and introduced the situation to several people.

said that it was to introduce them, but it was better to introduce the situation to Yang Tian.

It sounds like a standard Hollywood blockbuster script.

During Andrew's trip to Khartoum, Lizova received a small assignment through a relationship.

The mission was small, an escort mission, to escort a boy to Nyala, the capital of South Dafur province.

Due to the simplicity of the task, the short distance, and the small remuneration of 50,000 US dollars, Lizova did not recall the members on leave, and took two people with her own mission.

But here's the problem, the boy's identity is not simple at all.

For the past two years, El Fasher has been occupied by a large Arab tribe in the area, which has been recognized by the political axe of the North Soviet Union, and has established municipal axes, police, militia units, etc.

However, as the Kamr Liberation Army became stronger, the El Fasher regime became precarious, and even the incumbent mayor was killed.

And this boy is the son of the former treasurer who is likely to take over the mayor's position.

Sensing the critical situation in El Fasher, the treasurer secretly approached Lizova and asked her to escort her son to Nyala, which was not in the FLLF's sphere of influence and was relatively safe.

Lizova did not know any of this, and was approached by a merchant in Fasher, whom she thought was the son.

Within a day of departure, the matter was revealed, the merchant was killed, and the Kamr Liberation Army also learned that the treasurer's son was being escorted to Nyala, and sent troops to intercept it, and it had been two days since then.

This one is completely a remake of the Tears of the Sun script, but what Yang Tian really cares about is.

Lizova, who learned the true situation, did not directly give up the task and handed over the boy to the Kamr Liberation Army, but planned to continue to complete the mission.

You know, the treasurer only paid a deposit of $20,000.

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