"What are you going to do, let go of my daughter, what's coming at me!"

Seeing that her daughter was about to be taken away by the soldiers again, Sarah's mother didn't care about any weapons or weapons, just like an angry lion, rushed out of the crowd and grabbed her daughter's arm.

Obviously, she is just an ordinary woman, but when she is threatened by her own flesh and blood, her explosive power is a little difficult for even two soldiers.

But no matter what; , the other party was just a weak woman after all, and she was soon panting and defeated, but her hands were still clutching her daughter's clothes, and her eyes were even more red staring at the two soldiers, with a never-ending posture.

The hairy PC hand that was seen was placed on the chest and inserted into the quick-draw pistol holster, and then the translator ran over.

"Sir, she thinks you're going to do that and that to her daughter!"

The translator explained the cause and effect very conscientiously, and then, the two PCs told the translator with tears and laughter.

"Let her take a picture of her daughter, and record a voice, and we'll listen to her father, besides!"

One of the PCs gestured to Sarah, who was wearing a cape.

"We're not pedophiles! The boss knows, but he will sink into the Caribbean Sea with cement!"

The translator was immediately relieved, although he worked for these Americans for 5,000 dollars, but he was still a little uneasy in his heart, he couldn't stop it, but he couldn't do it if he stood by and watched, he could only say that he betrayed the country but didn't sell it all, and he had a conscience but not much.

"Also, if it's her mother's words, you can add one more to the photo!"

The translator nodded and said.

"I understand, I'll tell her right away!"

Hearing that the two of them were going to be together, Sarah's mother started crying again, and she couldn't get the translation done, why was this woman so perverted, he didn't bother to say anything, and helped the PC drag the mother and daughter aside, and then, the two were rudely put on a chair and handcuffed behind their backs.

"Look at the camera!"

Then, a PC with camera skills came up to them with a camera and a tripod.

Then, without waiting for the two to react with crying faces, the PC had already pressed the shutter.

"Next!"

The mother and daughter watched as they were thrown back into the pile with a bewildered expression, and then the PC pulled another woman holding the child forward.

Sara is not a dirt bun either, she knows that she was taking a picture just now, and according to the interpreter, the photo seems to have been thrown to their father, and at this time, Sara also reacted.

"Mom, we don't seem to have our brother with us!"

"Ahh

Only then did the old mother react, there were only two of them in the photo, that is, there were only two of them in the photo, and the little brother did not, how could this be shown to the child's father!

So the old mother began to grab the trouser leg of the PC again and shouted to take her younger brother to take another picture, and the crowd of chickens and dogs jumped with a crying and howling.

The translator who heard what they were saying was even more heady, but in order to clear his ears, he still reported the situation to the PC.

"What, a younger brother? Okay, let's shoot together!"

The result was contrary to the translator's expectations, the PCs were not only angry when they learned that there was another brother, but they were even happier, so the second picture was born, Sara's family of three was awkwardly smiling in front of the camera, and the little brother was holding a lollipop in his hand.

With the family leading by example, the rest of the Tuaregs followed suit, starting to cooperate with the cameraman as much as possible in front of the camera, and even the children posed, wondering how their father would react to the photos in front of them.

And the subsequent reaction of those fellows was also beyond the imagination of the PC, because the photo was only taken for those families who participated in the guerrillas, and the others did not have a share, but the fellows were not happy, and they also shouted to take it.

As a result, the Tuaregs, who were still worried about their lives, now laughed again because of the problem of taking pictures.

There was even a conflict because of the queue, and the PCs had to maintain order, and when taking pictures, these guys were sullen one by one, not only with funny expressions, but also in some strange poses.

So, the matter that was originally planned to be solved in half a day was forcibly postponed to the next day.

After the photographs were taken, the helicopter came to pick up the film, which was sent to N'Djamena and washed out as fast as possible, one for the ordinary Tuaregs, one for each person, and one for the families of the guerrillas, except for one for their families, and the rest was loaded into the bombs of the Blitz planes and dropped on the heads of the guerrillas.

And in addition to the means of photographing, there are even more absolute.

"Dad, my mother and my brother miss you very much, come back, don't go to war anymore, bullets don't have eyes, I don't want to live without you!"

"Boss, our children are already gone, come back quickly!"

"My dear, my father is going to marry me to the lame man from the next village, and their family has eight camels and two sheep, and if you don't come back, I'll go and be the lame man's wife!"

The Shadow Company sent a set of recording equipment, and then asked the families of the participating partisans to record what they wanted to say, and then these words would be loaded on helicopter equipment and start broadcasting in the desert, the Tuaregs are more focused on family and kinship, otherwise they will not continue to live in the desert in the form of family tribes, so these recordings are very useful for those guerrillas who have left their homeland.

Even in order to express more performance, the translator also taught himself the self-cultivation of the actors (Libyan version), acted as a temporary director, and then specially taught those people what tone to say.

"Do you want to cry, do you understand crying?"

"Husband, it's been almost half a year since you've been gone, and I'm pregnant with our child again, and it's two months old!"

Seeing another young girl coming over to cry, the director was still looking forward to the other party's performance, and then as soon as the other party opened his mouth, the translator was silent.

"Come back quickly, my sister-in-law and I miss you very much, and the eldest brother next door said that he doesn't care about the events of that day!"

The director rubbed his face, and then said helplessly.

"Next!"

"Son, come back quickly, your father's illness has happened again, and he is starting to cough up blood!"

In any case, the families of the guerrillas still missed their relatives very much, so they expressed their true feelings and said all kinds of words to persuade them to return home.

And these words are also recorded in the machine.

After doing all this, the PCs chose to retreat, of course, retreating does not mean that they have given up here, the daily patrols of drones and helicopters will still pass through here, and the PCs are not going back to their base to rest, but to go to the next village to continue the above work.

In less than a few days, half of Tuareg's tribes and villages in the desert were swept away by the Shadow Company, during which there were various bloodsheds, but in general, they were still under control, and there were no PC deaths and injuries, nor PC killings, on the contrary, the Shadow Company's medical team also carried out a wave of free clinics and distributed a lot of medicines.

Hannibal, who received the report, didn't know whether he was sending someone to find trouble or to send charity!

However, the work is very well done, and a lot of photos and audio recordings have been collected, which is just right for use.

You must know that in the past few days of the PC operation, those Tuareg guerrillas have been making trouble in the desert again, although a large number of Chadian soldiers have participated in the encirclement and suppression, but they are not familiar with the place, although they have sufficient logistics and transportation vehicles, they are still inevitably attacked by the guerrillas.

The Tuareg guerrillas were very fond of raiding the Chadians at night, because they would huddle up and set up camp at night to make sure there was no problem, and the pickup trucks would be in a circle, the soldiers on board would be on guard at machine-gun positions, and in order to ensure that they were not attacked at night, they would also light bonfires with empty oil drums nearby.

The guerrillas, on the other hand, liked to huddle up in such a group, they would fire from a distance with mortars, and when the Chadian soldiers were jumping, they would ride camels and use AKs at close range

and bazookas, but the guerrillas only opened fire hastily for fear of heavy fire from the pickup trucks, so the casualties among the Chadian soldiers were not significant, except for the losses caused by the mortars.

However, it is precisely because of the contributions of the Chadian soldiers that the Shadow Corporation's convoy is much safer, because all the damage is attracted to them.

Moreover, with the addition of those means of insurance to the convoy, it would be difficult for the guerrillas to gain the upper hand in attacking the convoy, because the latter was equipped with a large number of machine guns, and the guerrillas could not get close at all.

As for the mortar bombardment, although the hands are longer and the machine guns can't do anything, the mortar ammunition of the guerrillas is limited, and it is impossible to waste it casually, so the convoy can now confidently and boldly send a steady stream of Libyan oil to Chad.

There, the oil is then processed at processing plants and finally sold to sellers.

Ironically, although Africa has a lot of oil resources, their oil prices are not low, especially in places like Chad, where gasoline is an important tool for Idris to make money, and farmers here sometimes have to take out loans not only to buy seeds and fertilizers, but even to buy gasoline for agricultural machinery.

Therefore, there is no shortage of sales for the crude oil that is shipped out.

Seeing that the Shadow Company is thriving here, the guerrillas in the desert are also foaming at the mouth, and those Chadian soldiers also have a lot of experience in desert warfare, so they can often accurately find some hidden water points of the guerrillas in the desert.

Then, when they found the water point, the guys didn't drink water, but would give some big ones to the wells, such as hot Uncle Black beer with a smell and a lump of Ollie.

It's very bad to do this, because the water in the desert is so precious that you can destroy it today, and tomorrow others will dare to destroy you, so that no one wants to drink it.

But for these Chadian soldiers, the idea of revenge against the Libyans prevails, and nothing else, they don't think about it.

In the event of such destruction, the area of activity of the guerrillas will be compressed, because it is not only them who have to drink water, but also the camels, and they must also take into account the limits of the camels.

In this way, many guerrillas also had the idea of retreating, because the camels they were riding were their own property, and if they died of thirst and exhaustion, they would lose their own things!

At the same time, the Shadow Corporation's lightning squadron began their daily patrols and searches of the desert, and they would drop the photos in the guerrilla area, along with text written in the local language, roughly saying "Lay down your arms, go home, your family is waiting for you."

Immediately, guerrilla soldiers picked it up.

"Is this, Sara, Anna?"

Looking at the wife and daughter in the photo, Sarah's old father, a brave camel cavalryman, was panicked at the moment.

As for the son, the little thing is alive, the daughter is the most precious thing of the old father, and the son is just an accident, a beautiful accident.

So, as Hannibal expected, Sarah's old father immediately wanted to leave the group and return to the tribe, and in his words, although it said that the French had done nothing, and even left them some things such as radio flour candles, he was still not at ease, and wanted to go back and make sure.

If the family really suffers misfortune, he can also collect the corpse for the other party.

And the same crying, there is also the son of the headman, he learned in his heart that the old father died and there was not even scum left, and his son was arrested by the French and humiliated (that is, as punishment for helicopter fire, the PC took this guy *** clothes and slapped him hard in front of the old grandmother and daughter-in-law) Her wife couldn't stand it

This man in his forties cried tears on the spot when he learned that his family had suffered such an accident.

As a result, the morale of the guerrillas immediately began to fluctuate, and at this time, the chief of the Tuagray people also stood up and gave the Shadow Company a big assist.

He demanded that the photographs be destroyed, saying that it was a conspiracy of the French, that it was all a lie, and that it could not be believed.

I even took it out

The ancestral patriarchal law to suppress the clansmen made many people question the other party's decision-making.

Subsequently, the night cruises of long-range bird helicopters carrying broadcasting equipment added to the dissatisfaction of the tribesmen.

Because Sarah's old father was just about to fall asleep at night when he heard his daughter's affectionate cry in the night sky.

"Daddy, Daddy........."

Although this kind of shouting from the sky is very terrifying, but everyone is not a primitive tribe, and they know that this must be what technological weapons the French used, so it is definitely not Sara who shouts this, but this voice must be Sarah.

The old father had no choice but to listen to his daughter's voice in the darkness of the night until the chief gave the command.

"This sound is affecting everyone's sleep, and we have to move somewhere else!"