Chapter Ninety-Four: Uninvited GuestAt dusk, in the tribal village that had become ruins, at the door of a bungalow with a collapsed earthen wall, Fahad, who had just arrived in the desert with two carts of weapons and ammunition, found the place where Song Xiaoshuang rested and recuperated after the guidance of the tribal warriors.

Farhad in a stand-up collar robe did not cover his face with a scarf, showing a bearded and heroic cheek, Fahad was still at the door, he saw that in the bungalow where the doors and windows were gone, his chest and back and a thigh were wrapped in bandages, and Song Xiaoshuang, who was just wearing a pair of shorts like a mummy, was lying on his side on the velvet blanket on the ground in the corner of the bungalow, Fahad looked very annoyed, and shouted in Chinese: "Who hurt Song Xiaoshuang's brothers!" ”

"Well, it's a mortar shell, but the commander of the armed detachment of the extreme rebels who fired the mortar shell has hung up, you are Farhad? You can speak Chinese okay! ”

Sima Yuru, who had changed into a lapel shirt and trousers, came from the bushes on the side, and said quickly before he reached the door.

She held a large plate of beef in the sauce, and her eyes and gestures motioned for Fahad, who was standing at the doorway, to either enter the bungalow or make way for her.

After Fahad let Sima Yuru walk into the bungalow first, he quickly stepped into the bungalow.

Seeing Song Xiaoshuang standing up from the velvet blanket not slowly, barefoot took the plate in Sima Yuru's hand, and grabbed the steaming sauce beef with his fingers and stuffed it into his mouth without eating at all, Farhad looked relieved, knowing that Song Xiaoshuang was very edible, and being able to eat meant that his injuries were getting better quickly, and he was confused by the appearance that Song Xiaoshuang's body was full of bandages and mummies.

Thinking of this, Farhad gave Song Xiaoshuang a strong hug, Song Xiaoshuang's expression changed and he snorted, and forgot to chew the sauce beef in his mouth, and Fahad let go of Song Xiaoshuang with an apologetic smile.

Finding that Sima Yuru, who was standing against the wall on the side, had a strange light flashing in his eyes, clearly with a sense of exploration, Farhad suddenly realized that his eyes were suddenly realised, and he quickly said in Chinese: "You are the one who operates the radio station for Song Xiaoshuang?" Not a member of the expedition team? ”

"Sima Yuru is an attaché at the consulate, we took a plane back to China, who knew that the plane would break down, and then we ran into Zahid's tribal armed detachment, and you won't talk about it when you know about it!"

Song Xiaoshuang held the plate that was obviously brought from the passenger plane, and looked at Fahad while talking, Fahad noticed the hint in Song Xiaoshuang's words, and already knew that Song Xiaoshuang did not fully trust Sima Yuru next to him, and Sima Yuru's identity was not as simple as a consulate attaché, which was to make Fahad not say everything in one go.

"And what did Zahid say? If there is no problem, leave Mali as soon as possible and return to Mauritania! We originally wanted to get a storage fee for the passenger plane from Air France, but they conveyed through the Malian government army the conditions for promising to provide a batch of materials that could be used, mainly materials that could be used by tribal villagers, such as a lot of sturdy tents, complete sets of drilling well equipment, complete sets of medical and surgical instruments and medicines, etc., so that the small money was naturally gone, and they could not let them know that you secretly transported weapons and ammunition to support Zahid's tribal forces! ”

Song Xiaoshuang swallowed the sauce beef in his mouth, spoke quickly, and said in a low voice.

"Actually, it's nothing, when I came out of the oasis, I was already ready to give it away, Eliham is the head of the Tuareg tribe in Mali, although it is far from Zahid's idea, I didn't want to fight against the government army from the beginning, but we are all Tuaregs, and it is no problem to give some weapons and ammunition to support the fight against the extremist rebel forces!"

Farhad said with a hearty smile, which surprised Sima Yuru, who was standing on the sidelines and watched coldly, and his face changed slightly.

Sima Yuru knew the list of weapons and ammunition brought by Farhad, two truckloads of weapons and ammunition were not cheap, Farhad not only did not want money, but also risked encountering extreme rebel forces to send them to the village next to the salt pans, and paid more attention to Farhad, in Sima Yuru's heart, Farhad saw the overall situation farther than Zahid, and was worthy of being the leader of a tribe!

Song Xiaoshuang stuffed the remaining half of the sauced beef plate into Sima Yuru's hand, wiped the oil stains on his hands on the bandage casually, and gave a strong hug to Fahad who turned to leave, and patted Fahad on the shoulder with his palm and said disappreciably: "Let's go, there is no banquet in the world, Isabel also went to the South American jungle, tell McJid, don't forget to learn the secret spell left for her, maybe one day I will appear in front of her to test her!" ”

Hearing Song Xiaoshuang say this, Farhad's eyes lit up and he smiled sincerely and said, "Oh, I forgot to tell you that I brought you two boxes of canned mountain red snails, which were sent by the arms dealer."

Seeing that Farhad turned around and left after finishing speaking, Song Xiaoshuang felt that his nose was a little sour, the brothers who had lived and died together were different, Sima Yuru looked at Fahad's figure with a suspicious face and disappeared over a dirt wall, and looked back at Song Xiaoshuang who was signaling to hand him the dinner plate with his eyes, and said angrily after handing the dinner plate to Song Xiaoshuang: "After traveling hundreds of kilometers across the border, I will bring you two boxes of canned food?" ”

Song Xiaoshuang just smiled and continued to eat beef without speaking

At night, a long series of headlights appeared in the desert southeast of the village, and a convoy of more than a dozen desert digitally painted military vehicles with waterproof tarpaulins, as well as two eight-wheeled infantry chariots, drove diagonally through the desert sand to the side of the passenger plane on the salt crust, which was a convoy from the temporary base of the government army.

Soon the rear cargo box baffle of the military vehicle was lowered, and dozens of armed Malian government soldiers wearing military caps jumped from several vehicles, and quickly carried various supplies from other military vehicles to the salt crust.

The door of the crew compartment of an eight-wheeled chariot opened, and several European men and women in their thirties and forties, wearing white cotton uniforms, each carrying some unmarked boxes in their hands.

The hatch of another eight-wheeled chariot opened, and several soldiers with the rank of captain to major on the collar badges of their training uniforms left the chariot without weapons and walked quickly towards the village.

An hour later, several tents have been set up on the salt shell next to the passenger plane, the use of various lighting equipment makes the salt shell around the passenger plane like daylight, and a foldable light alloy ladder is placed at the door of the passenger aircraft instead of an inflatable slide, which is convenient for personnel to get on and off the passenger plane.

Soon out of the ruined village, more than 100 Air France passengers from all over the world and a few flight attendants in undershirts and trousers, some of whom were obviously wrapped in bandages, and a few passengers who looked badly injured and were carried by unarmed tribal warriors to the salt-shelled airliner on homemade improvised stretchers.

Among the passengers, there were no Ihassan, Andre, the purser Mary, the stewardess Sara, nor David, the co-pilot of the passenger plane, with short blond hair.

Regardless of whether they were injured or not, all Air France passengers who walked up to the plane had to go into a tent to have their blood taken and then go to rest on the treated plane.

At this time, under the sandy soil somewhere in the village that seems to have become ruins, a wooden door in the basement that looks very old is pulled out of the stone, and in the middle of the stone floor in the basement is placed a long desk with a leg missing, and a portable charging lamp is placed on the table, the light of the lamp is not bright, and it is estimated that it has not been charged for a long time.

Several soldiers sat on the wooden bench, across the table with Zahid, Ihassan, Andre, Mary, Sara, Sima Yuru in undershirts and trousers, and Song Xiaoshuang, who was wearing a robe over the bandage, stared at each other, and the atmosphere was tense for a while.

"Zahid, why didn't you report David's condition, it's probably Ebola!"

Sitting on a bench, a 40-something major was the first to break the deadlock, shouting Arabic with anger in his voice, reprimanding Zahid for not reporting it.

"Don't talk about this, it's useless, the extreme rebels raid the village, don't fight back the tribal fighters and Air France passengers will be finished, besides, Davy seems to be recovering, and we have done a good job of quarantining him, so that he stays in a separate basement all the time, and does not contact anyone else, only Mary and Sara take care of him, just suspect that it is the virus, but can you be sure of the specific situation?"

Zahid spoke Arabic coldly.

As soon as he talked about fighting back and repelling the extremist rebels, Zahid felt a faint pain in his heart, and many of the excellent and capable tribal warriors had died in battle!

After learning the information that the extremist rebel forces might attack the village at night, Zahid, Song Xiaoshuang, Sima Yuru, Ihasan and others made a plan: to use the village to have many interconnected stone basements that were dug hundreds of years ago, so that more than 100 Air France passengers could hide in the basement, Zahid and a small number of elite tribal fighters dragged the extremist armed detachment in the village, and most of the remaining tribal fighters and Air France passengers who volunteered to participate in the battle. Quickly and covertly exited the village, splitting into two pincer attacks to counter-encircle the armed members of the extremist rebels.

At the commanding heights of the sand dunes on the west side, Zahid, who lacked heavy weapons, would not send tribal warriors to establish a position at all, so Song Xiaoshuang decided to lurk alone on the top of the sand dunes to play a surprise role.

As a result, Song Xiaoshuang succeeded in messing up the position of the extremist rebel forces on the top of the sand dunes and almost hung up, Zahid's layout in the village barely succeeded at the tragic cost of losing thirty tribal soldiers, and now the major who came from the temporary base reprimanded Zahid for ignoring the overall situation, how could Zahid endure it!