Winter in Libya, except for the northern coastal zone, is still so hot. The sun is scorching on the Libyan desert, and although it is the coolest season in the desert, this level of heat is just as uncomfortable.

John Robinson poured a little water and wet a towel to wipe off his feverish body. He had been in Libya for almost three years, and he was tired of seeing the sand. But work is like that, you can't choose according to your preference.

"Mr. Robinson, we hit another thirty meters deep today, and we are running out of fuel."

Assistant Garcia reported to him at this time.

"Thank you, young man, today's mission has been completed, let's continue to fight tomorrow, I hope this time it's not groundwater. Fuel for the boys to pay attention to, the next time the transport team has no news, I don't know when it will be delivered, I will save some money. ”

Robinson's words made it impossible for the deputy to take it, because in the past three years they had drilled nearly 30 wells and drilled 14 wells.

Although it is a pleasure to dig groundwater in the desert, they are not drilling teams for water wells, but for oil.

After not being able to find the black liquid they were looking for for so long, even Robinson, who is known for his experience, wondered if Petroitalia had received false information that they were eating sand in the desert of Libya.

But what does it have to do with him, as a professional driller hired by Petroitalia, he only needs to pay himself on time, so he can continue to do this job. As for the nearly $40,000 per well offered by the oil company, Robinson was looking forward to it in his first year, but now, only God knows who will get it.

Now I get a monthly remuneration of 300 US dollars from the Italian oil company, which is not good, which is much better than at home.

"Garcia, tomorrow is Christmas, what good things can be shared with me."

As soon as he heard this, Garcia, who knew the virtue of his captain, immediately asked. "Mr. Robinson, are you done with your wine again?"

Faced with the deputy's question, Robinson was not embarrassed to answer at all. "No way, it's all sand, and if it weren't for a little bit of alcohol, I'd go crazy, so the wine consumes a little fast."

In the face of Robinson's fallacies, Garcia, who has been with him for many years, is not used to his captain.

"Here, this is my last bottle, and I can only count on the supply team after drinking."

Taking the bottle of wine, Robinson took a deep inhale, as if to smell the aroma of the wine.

"Thank you Garcia, you're a good deputy, it's long overdue to lead your own drilling team, so that at least you can get more from the company every month."

"Captain, forget it, I also know my own ability, the last time I encountered a blowout accident, it was up to you to solve this problem."

Since Garcia himself thinks that the ability is not enough, what else is there to say.

"Since you don't want to, then follow me for another two years, and sooner or later you will lead a solo exploration team by yourself."

Just as the two were communicating, they saw a worker hurriedly running over.

"The supply team is coming."

The worker's words immediately livened up the camp, and all those who were not on duty gathered.

After a while, they saw a long caravan appear in front of them. The leader was none other than an old acquaintance whom he had met many times, the Berber Hakan Diaz.

There are currently only about 50,000 Berbers in Libya, who live widely in desert oases, usually grazing and trading. It was precisely because of the harsh desert conditions and the mild-mannered nature of these Berbers that the Italian government kept them and did not send them away as the Arabs.

Of course, when Italy needed to do something in the desert, these Berbers were hired as guides or to transport supplies.

As for Robinson's drilling team, they will be replenished by the supply team once a month. After all, they are deep in the desert, more than 300 kilometers away from the nearest city, Benghazi.

"Hahaha, my old friend, long time no see."

After meeting the supply team, Robinson greeted him warmly.

Facing Robinson, who was coming up, Diaz, who led the team, immediately opened his arms. "My old friend, I miss you very much."

After a brief hug, Robinson asked. "It's going well this time."

"It wasn't that smooth, but we had a strong sandstorm on the way, and we lost a camel and its cargo."

As soon as he heard the news, Robinson immediately asked alertly. "This lost cargo isn't going to be brought to me, is it?"

"Yes, the 60 bottles of wine you asked me to bring were on the back of that lost camel."

Diaz's words stunned Robinson.

"Old friend, I'm just joking, I've brought your wine."

"Old friend's joke isn't funny, you almost scared me to death."

"Old friend, I apologize to you, I don't know you won't be able to stand this joke, I invite you to taste our fine wine."

"Very happily."

The two men went to taste the wine, and did not delay the unloading of the convoy, which was quickly unloaded with the help of the campers. And as a qualified deputy, Garcia registers the goods brought by each item and then sorts them into storage according to type.

Once everyone has unloaded their goods, a bonfire is also a must, where everyone sits together, singing, dancing and drinking sweet wine. This is also the busiest time of the camp, and everyone seems to have forgotten their worries and only cheered for this moment of happiness.

As for the two old friends, Robinson and Diaz, they also gathered around the campfire and sang songs together, but judging by their red cheeks and uncontrolled movements, it was inevitable that they would drink too much.

The cheerful times are always short-lived, and by the time the sun rises the next day, the convoy is ready to set off again. Of course, before leaving, the team leader Diaz received a lot of letters, which were written by the drilling team to his family, and Diaz was responsible for bringing or taking away their letters every time he went back and forth.

And when the caravan left, Robinson clapped his hands and shouted. "Okay, enough rest to get back to work. Aim to drill to a depth of 2,800 meters in a week, and let's see if there's any treasure waiting to be discovered below. ”

And at Garcia's beckoning, a new day of drilling began.