Iraq was once a plump noblewoman, exuding a charming fragrance and wealth from head to toe. He wears a huge emerald on his hand and a diamond necklace the size of a pigeon's egg around his neck. With a slight smile, the people who can hook are boundless and reverie.

But this former noble lady has been destroyed I don't know how many times, the emerald in her hand was snatched, and the diamond necklace the size of a pigeon's egg around her neck was gone. Or even say...... The former noblewoman wore open crotch pants because it made it easier for others to continue to torture her.

Zone J, an oil mine.

This oil mine feeds the small town next to it, and this oil mine belongs to Iraq at the very least. But in the country of Iraq, any area where oil mines are located is a danger zone.

Grabbing, scrambling, never-ending. Black oil represents money in the eyes of man, and in the chaos, except for some oil wells that have been bought and armed, everything else is in turmoil.

When the peacekeepers came to the oil mine, they were met with skepticism instead of welcome. Of course, the suspicion was short-lived, and when the public figured out that these were United Nations assistance forces, there was a surge in enthusiasm to protect their property and safety.

"Our mission is to close the oil mine and complete the relocation of the town's inhabitants. In the process, we must maintain order in the local area and prevent attacks by local armed groups. Huang Zhongzhong made the mission communication concisely and concisely.

This kind of task is simple, but it is not necessarily simple, it is relative.

To put it simply, if the United States were to come here on a mission, it would be very simple. They shut down the wells and then migrated, or forcibly evicted.

The war affects every oil well, and naturally affects the people who depend on it for survival. With constant attacks and conflicts, perhaps shutting down the wells and stopping production is the best option at this time.

"Are you sure this well wasn't acquired?" Long Xiaoqi, who was holding a cigarette, said with a smile: "For the sake of safety, disperse everyone here, and then send troops to garrison and re-mine." ”

"No, as long as it's a mission handled by the United Nations, there is no such dark deal." Huang Zhongzhong shook his head and said, "This is a reserved oil well, which will be used as a reconstruction resource after stabilization. If it has already been sold, the buyer will not waste any time. For oil wells, every day is money, and every day you make is a day you lose. ”

What the United Nations does is basically clean, and that is guaranteed. But just because they're clean doesn't mean they won't be used. So Long Xiaoqi's words also made sense, and his first instinct was that this was a dark deal.

However, the well is very clean, and if it was really sold, the buyer would have come to exploit it a long time ago.

"The closure of this well will take a lot of time, and we will face harassment from no less than eight armed groups during this time." Huang Zhongzhong took out a map marked and said: "To the east, Kathu and Solona; To the west are the Morpheus, Deka, and Mondo ......"

There were so many weapons around an oil well, even Long Xiaoqi couldn't help but smack his lips. He wondered how the oil well survived and how the people in the town survived until now.

"We have to pay special attention to the Sorona forces to the east, which are said to be an armed force organized by women. There were about 200 people, which was very impressive. Huang Zhongzhong frowned and continued: "When we come here, we can only rely on ourselves. Normally, we would have a combat squad every time we came out, but this time ......"

Huang Zhongzhong was very worried, this area was surrounded by armed groups, and it was like entering a den of thieves. It's just that there is no combat squad this time, although everyone can shoot, and everyone can pull it up to fight.

Long Xiaoqi picked up the map and tore it to pieces.

"What are you doing?" Huang Zhongzhong was shocked and angry.

This is the map given to them by the UN, which clearly demarcates the spheres of influence of all armed groups, but this guy has been torn apart in three or two. In this kind of place, without a map is to look for death.

"This map is useless at all, if it were useful, this oil well would have been closed a long time ago, and it would not have been possible to wait until now." Long Xiaoqi crumpled up the shredded paper and threw it into the trash can and said, "Boss, who said that the country is not equipped with combat squads?" We are the most professional combat team. ”

"You guys?" Huang Zhongzhong was stunned for a moment, and a flash of excitement flashed in his eyes: "Which unit?" ”

"This ...... I won't talk about it until I don't lose face, but I can let you listen to our slogan. This is the most bloody, the most boiling, the most impactful! Long Xiaoqi turned around and shouted at the death squad: "Tell me, what are you doing here?" ”

"Be a bandit! Be a bandit! The death squad roared: "I am the king who sweeps everything, and I am the robber and bandit!! ”

Nima ......

Huang Zhongzhong's jaw is about to fall to the ground, this is their slogan?! You're here to keep peace, not to be bandits and robbers, okay? When here is the domestic ...... No, robbers and bandits are not allowed in the country.

Hearing this neat slogan, Long Xiaoqi's heart was full of joy.

"Gotta get it, don't make trouble here, first study how to build the defense line, and the arrangement of the sentry post, let's ......"

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Long Xiaoqi.

"As a professional warfighter, as the best commander in the world, I have arranged all the posts and built the defense line before you say this." Long Xiaoqi took out a piece of paper and handed it to Huang Zhongzhong and said, "Fortunately, there are more than a dozen of the armed police brothers who came from the mobile unit, and the personnel are enough. This is the distribution of the posts, as well as the defensive positions that need to be constructed. ”

Taking the piece of paper handed over by Long Xiaoqi, Huang Zhongzhong's eyes straightened: It's too professional!

There are three types of posts: open posts, dark posts, and mobile posts.

In the area where they are stationed, each post echoes the other, and when all the posts are arranged, not even flies can fly in.

There are also defensive positions, which actually treat the oil well as a super bomb!

"This defensive position, this oil well ......"

"It's not ours anyway, when necessary, when necessary, when necessary, oil wells can explode." Long Xiaoqi lit a cigarette and smiled: "Don't be so conventional, although I do this, this situation will not happen." If it really comes to the point of frying oil wells, then we are probably almost dead. Alright, let's do what I say, I'm going to walk around town. ”

This is the profession, Huang Zhongzhong doesn't know when Long Xiaoqi explored the terrain. And this profession gave him a reassurance, and he didn't have to be as nervous as before.