"Leader, why don't we kill it back?"

A Tuareg, shot in the arm, asked.

"No, don't kill them back, killing them back will wary the Chadians, we just need to run as far as possible with them!"

"Well, won't the Chadians search for them?"

"No!"

The chief coughed up a mouthful of blood foam, then took out a water bag and poured it into himself, then handed it to the others.

"Their attention is on us! And, see that?"

The chief pointed to a gold silk blanket with a strange purple pattern on his camel, which was unique to him, a dowry brought by his mother when she was married, and which was later given to him, and which could be said to be a symbol of himself.

"Someone from those soldiers must have noticed this, and they'll find a way to get us!"

At this moment, the water bag had already circled around the crowd and sent it back, and the chief took it and tried to take another sip, only to find that it was empty.

Although the cavalry were also very careful to humble each other, after all, there were more than a dozen people, who had fought fiercely for several hours, without eating or drinking, and now that they had water to drink, they naturally couldn't help but take a mouthful of it.

"Damn, you don't even have a saliva left!"

The chief licked the small droplets left over from the mouth of the water bag, then slowly took it in his mouth, savoring it like his wife's xx, and then licked his chapped lips with his tongue.

"How's that guy?"

"Still following!"

"Okay, just let them follow!"

The leader wiped his mouth, and then they entered a desert area full of ravines and ruins from hundreds of years ago, and if it weren't for the war, it would be an important archaeological base in Libya, but now, the leader decided to use this complex terrain to have fun with the Chadians.

They had no intention of running any further, the camels were exhausted, and the ammunition and supplies had run out, so it was better to play hide and seek with the Chadian army here until the people who were still in the encirclement escaped safely.

"Let's go, let's go to the archaeological camp first!"

The archaeological camp the chief was talking about, one that sat next to the ruins of a palace, where hundreds of archaeological teams had been stationed before, and the Tuaregs were also employed to transport deserts and lead the way, so he was familiar with them.

Soon they arrived at the place, in fact, a few pillars and half a wall, this so-called palace was destroyed by the Italian artillery during the Second World War, and most of the ruins here suffered the same thing, the relics and gold were looted, the buildings were bombarded with explosions, and now, another attack has returned, which is the so-called boomerang of history.

Although the camp had been abandoned for months, they were lucky enough to find half of the bucket buried in the desert, which the archaeological team used to store fresh water, and it was well sealed.

The guerrillas carefully dug it out in half, then opened the top sealing lid, and the chief whispered to the people in ecstatic joy.

"Quick, hydration bladder!"

There was still a layer of fresh water left in the bucket, and it didn't seem to breed any germs, but even if there were, it would be fine, after all, because of the water quality problem, the disease or diarrhea should be a matter of the future, and they only think about it now.

After filling the water bags, everyone drank a full drink, and then sat down on the ground to rest.

It's a pity that the camp only has a little old water, nothing else, well, there are still some domestic garbage that the archaeological team has not burned, but it is useless.

The chief gathered his men around him, and then began a simple organization and distribution, and this area was the place where they would end up, so they had to prepare here.

It's just that this preparation is very rudimentary, they only have 100 bullets per person, there are only a few rockets left, grenades and mines are almost exhausted, and the only good weapon is an Arab sabre.

However, this could not change the chief's mind, and he and his men quickly set it up first

A trap, which was aimed at their own camels and other camels, tied them to a wooden fence, and then planted a few grenades to make a pull-out trap.

Then, there are gunners around, and according to what the chieftain knows about the Chadian soldiers, they will definitely happily lead the camels, and then detonate the grenades and fire indiscriminately, so that they can take out a group of enemies and collect ammunition from them!

And these Tuaregs are also quite distinctive, they dig directly into the sand, hide their bodies under the sand, and wait for the enemy to come forward.

In a short time, the Chadian army arrived, with hundreds of soldiers covering the ruins, and a steady stream of soldiers arriving.

However, to the chief's surprise, the Chadian soldiers did not search blindly, but rested on the periphery as if waiting for something.

But soon, they knew what the Chadians were waiting for!

"Shoot flares!"

Colonel Chad, who rushed to the battlefield, saw the herd of camels tied up at a glance, according to reconnaissance information, those guerrillas got into here, so he did not rush to send people in, but surrounded this place, and waited for the fire support to be deployed before he was in action, after all, he never thought that there were still people rushing out of his encirclement, so the commander did not dare to make any mistakes now.

Several mortars soon fired several flares into the sky, illuminating the small ruins as if it were daylight.

But the commander did not find the partisans.

"Hidden?"

"Those camels, shoot them!"

Another high-explosive mortar shell flew out and fell to the ground with a whistling drop, and the flying shrapnel exploded in the camel herd and detonated the trap buried in the ground.

"Hmph, pediatrics!"

The commander had an unsurprising look on his face, and then ordered.

"Mortars, incendiary bombs firing freely, a base number, and at the same time the flares don't stop, they want us in, then I'm not as good as he wants!"

The mortar crew, which had received the order, immediately began to readjust, and then fired at the ruins, and when the shells landed, they instantly exploded a large cloud of smoke and sparks, and inevitably alarmed the hiding guerrillas.

"Damn, these ***s!"

The chief watched as his subordinates, shrouded in white phosphorus incendiary bombs, struggled to crawl out, but fell to the ground weakly, anger instantly swallowing his sanity.

"Kill!"

With a roar, the last guerrillas immediately emerged from the sand.