The ancient city of Palmyra is very small, with a population of just over 10,000. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoIt is an oasis in the desert that once flourished due to the exchange of multiple civilizations. Now, the town is devastated by war.

Syria is suffering from the devastation of war, and this outcome is entirely self-inflicted by the Syrians, and does not deserve sympathy at all. They think that by overthrowing the Assad government, they will usher in a better life, but they do not know what it means to be ruined.

It's just that people with extreme ideas don't think they're wrong, they will only go one way to the dark, either succeed or die. The more ostracized, the more radical.

In the vicinity of the ancient city of Palmyra, there are still many rebels and terrorists who are constantly harassing the soldiers of the government army. And the Syrian government army is also scum. If they are of any use, they will not let their country end up where it is now.

At this moment, on a small earthen bag not far from the ancient city, three or five bearded rebel soldiers appeared. Their main armament was a single anti-aircraft missile and several RPG-7 rocket launchers, and the tactic was to squat and wait.

A rebel poked his head out from behind the dirt bag and raised his binoculars to scan the city of Palmyra. In desert environments, battles tend to revolve around water. Palmyra has been fought over and over again several times because it's such an oasis.

The number of government troops in the city is small, as the oasis has very limited drinking water. They simply occupy it and don't allow the rebels to use it as a base to harass other big cities, such as Damascus.

And a few hundred meters behind this small group of rebels, there was also an ambush of a small team. Dressed in camouflage nets, they didn't carry much of a weapon, but set up a camera to look at a small group of rebels.

"Duke, get the hell out of here." Behind the camera, a bearded man growls.

An Asian face crawled over, covered in sand mixed with beads of sweat and dirty. He approached the bearded man and said flatteringly, "Mr. Siddle, are you looking for me?" ”

The bearded man slapped him and shouted angrily: "My name is Hussein now, why can't you remember this stupid monkey?" ”

"I'm sorry, Mr. Hussein." The Asian man knew that his boss had a backlog of anger in his heart in the past two days, and he didn't dare to anger the other party, so he could only try his best to adapt.

"Go and stare at the camera. Keep an eye on me, don't miss any valuable news. Otherwise I'll kill you. "The bearded 'Hussein' stepped back, opened the kettle at his waist and took a sip of it.

The Asian man also had a dry mouth, but he could only watch his boss drink water with envy. He could only swallow his throat in the hope of getting some moistness, but there was a stinging pain in the dry mouth and mucous membranes of his throat.

His throat was on fire, his stomach was growling, and he was uncomfortable, but Duke could only endure it. He shifted his gaze to the camera, trying his best to pay attention to the movement in front of him, praying that he would get something to shoot today, otherwise his boss's temper would get hotter and hotter.

Duke belonged to a small news agency from Europe, and the white man who called himself 'Hussein' was the president. They want to make a sensational story, and they don't hesitate to go deep into the battlefield in Syria to do so.

In Europe, it is the rebels who oppose the government who stand for freedom and justice. Naturally, Duke and his gang had to shoot from the rebels' point of view. And they have been in the vicinity of Palmyra for half a month now, but they have found nothing.

The rebels are having a hard time, and their men are moving around every day with weapons, looking for opportunities to fight the government forces. But Hussein is not interested in the Syrians fighting themselves, and he wants to see the rebels make more news, such as taking out the Russian troops stationed in Syria.

But the Russian army is not stupid, and its fighting quality is much better than that of the five scum of Syria. The rebels wander the desert in search of opportunities, and Duke can only follow his boss 'Hussein' around. It's not a good day.

In the desert environment, Duke was quite painfully sunburned. He had limited food and water to distribute every day, and he had to endure an increasingly short-tempered 'Hussein'. But he felt that it was worth it, that it was a necessary ordeal to integrate into white society.

"May God forgive me my sins." Duke grabbed the cross on his chest and kissed it, gasping for breath as he stared at the rebel squad in front of him. Today has been in ambush for most of the day, and it seems that it is another day in vain. His eyes were blank, and it was almost dark.

A black dot suddenly appeared in the sky, and soon the black dot quickly expanded, and it was a helicopter flying. Duke, who was in a daze, suddenly shouted with joy: "Mr. Hussein, there is a helicopter." ”

The bearded man, who was resting not far away, suddenly got up and hurried to the camera. He looked at the camera and saw a Russian Mi-8 helicopter approaching quickly, and the direction of flight was facing the rebel ambush position.

"Great!" 'Hussein' screamed wildly and quickly locked the helicopter into the frame, "A Russian Mi-8 helicopter was destroyed by rebels outside the city of Palmyra, and we can take real-time images." This alone can sell for a lot of money. ”

Duke also followed the silly joy, risking his life on the battlefield for half a month, and finally gained something. And 'Hussein' fiddled with the camera himself, looked back and slapped Duke again, and shouted angrily: "Quickly set up a satellite phone, I want a video connection to European TV stations." ”

Duke was slapped twice in a row, but he didn't dare to slack off, and hurriedly set up a satellite phone and contacted the BBC, telling the editor-in-chief of the international department that they had a major real-time news here and wanted to sell it for a good price.

"A Russian Mi-8 helicopter is about to be shot down. Yes, it's right in front of us. It crashed into the ambush circle of the Syrian opposition. You can see this happen with your own eyes. "Duke is doing his best to sell and send the digital camera signal through the satellite.

'Hussein' is operating the camera, both in the distance and in the near and far. He clearly photographed the helicopter, the ambushed rebels, and the surrounding environment, and the Mi-8 in the sky looked precarious.

After confirming the fact, the editor-in-chief of the BBC International, thousands of kilometres away, also realised that this was indeed great news and that it was even happening.

"For $50,000, we'll sell this news."

"You're kidding, if it's less than $200,000, we'll cut off the signal."

"200,000 is too much."

"Maybe we should go to Russia Today, I think the Russians will definitely pay for the news and do everything they can to warn their helicopters to dodge. Even if they don't succeed in the end, they certainly won't hesitate to spend money. ”

Duke still had two slap marks on his face, but he felt that he was extremely successful at the moment. He's haggling with the BBC's big guys, and it's the pinnacle of his life.

"I remind you that this helicopter is about to enter the range of the missile, and if you hesitate to miss this news, we will cut off the signal."

Perhaps Duke's ability to flip the lotus played a role, and the BBC's international editor-in-chief agreed to sell the real-time news for $200,000 and immediately sent the signal to the news station's live broadcast room.

"Rest assured, your $200,000 will be rewarded, wait for the ratings to soar." As soon as Duke finished speaking, the rebels a few hundred meters away had completed all the preparations for missile launches, and the refrigerant of a "Stinger" individual anti-aircraft missile began to forcibly cool the guidance head, and the infrared gaze array locked onto the target.

And Uncle Zhou can ......, so he will catch up on sleep on that helicopter.