Northern Darfur.

During this time, Liu Guangyu lived unprecedentedly comfortable.

I lived in an upgraded suite, ate the same high-end meals as Khalifa, and even had a special person in charge of daily life.

He didn't look like a war correspondent, but like a guest on vacation.

It was only in these few days that he learned for the first time that in the barren land of Darfur, it was possible to eat yusheng from the island country and Wagyu beef from Australia.

Sure enough, the pain of war belongs only to the people at the bottom, and these high rulers do not feel how sad life is.

Even, the exciting battlefield will keep them entertained

Liu Guangyu shook his head, drank the last sip of coffee in the cup, and began to prepare for the daily routine call time with the country.

This is an important way to ensure his safety and the only way for him to report back to the country on the situation in Darfur.

——

Otherwise, could he really rely on the so-called "weather balloon" to let him sit back and relax in this war zone where there are no rules to speak of?

But stop kidding.

What really came into play was the power, the power and the rules that the forces behind that phone call represented.

"My man is with you, and if something happens to him, I will settle accounts with you."

This is the real subtext behind this phone call.

Liu Guangyu put pen to paper, recording all the clues he had recently collected.

Then, refreshed, he walked out the door, intending to go to the communications center's office to make this simple but meaningful phone call.

However, as soon as he walked out the door, he sensed that something was wrong with the atmosphere.

The doorman's guard didn't know when it had changed, and the familiar face was gone, replaced by a bodyguard who had been with Khalifa for a long time and whom he had met once or twice.

Moreover, this bodyguard obviously did not want to recognize him.

The heavy hat almost blocked his face, if it weren't for Liu Guangyu's innate talent, maybe he would really treat him as an ordinary rotation soldier.

Liu Guangyu was a little puzzled, he stopped, pretended to just go out to get some air, and after walking a few steps casually, he reflexively walked back to the room.

The door closed gently, and Liu Guangyu stood behind the door, observing the situation outside through the small gap.

And under this look, his heart gradually cooled.

Wrong.

Something is wrong!

Not only have the security personnel changed, but there are also many things outside this independent house inexplicably.

Trucks covered in desert camouflage, wooden crates stacked messily on the ground, weapons scattered all over the place

What the?

Isn't this a camp for senior officers of the command of the Revolutionary Front?

How did these weapons and equipment come here?

You must know that the function of this base is extremely complete, it itself has an independent arsenal and loading and unloading area, no matter how tense the situation, no matter how limited the space, it is impossible to encroach on the territory of these "superior people" and use it to pile up sundries.

For a while, Liu Guangyu was a little inexplicable.

He had a vague feeling that he must have fallen into some kind of trap.

But he didn't know what form this trap would take.

What to do?

If he follows the normal line of thinking, what he should do now is to get through the phone call with China as soon as possible and report his situation to the country, so as to win further asylum.

But his instincts, which he had spent on the battlefield for years, told him that things were definitely not that simple.

It is more likely that once you walk out of this room, you will immediately fall into irreparable danger.

When the time comes, whether it is to directly "clean up" oneself or find a reason to imprison oneself, the result will be the same.

No way.

They must not be allowed to succeed.

Liu Guangyu silently took a few steps back and returned to the previous table.

Then, after carefully checking the facilities in the room and making sure that there was no change from the previous two days, he deliberately stepped up the stairs and pretended to rest on the second floor.

Immediately afterward, he returned to the first floor and began to look through the gap in the curtains to the back of the house.

There was a larger clearing there, but nothing was piled up in the clearing.

It's so abnormal

Liu Guangyu's gaze swept slowly, not daring to miss a clue.

And it was at this moment that he saw a familiar figure appear next to the low wall behind him.

Khalifa.

He was clearly talking to someone, but the person was hidden behind a low wall, completely invisible from his own vantage point.

Judging from Khalifa's expression, he seemed to be a little anxious, but from his body movements, there was a hint of determination.

Could it be that he is going to dispose of himself here?

Liu Guangyu secretly clenched his fists.

This is not some kind of persecution paranoia.

In the dozens of days he spent with the armed forces of the Revolutionary Front, he had already figured out the temperament of these people.

On the surface, they are an organized "rebel army", but in reality, they are indistinguishable from the bandit warlords that are rampant everywhere on the continent.

For the sake of a small profit, they will not hesitate to sacrifice a few, or even dozens of lives.

And if there is a greater good in front of them, they will make many incomprehensible crazy moves.

Is it crazy to kill yourself?

Maybe so.

After all, Huaxia's anger is definitely not something that ordinary countries can bear.

But.

What if someone comes up with a higher price?

What if this price is enough to make up for the losses caused by Huaxia's retaliation?

It's quite possible.

Liu Guangyu knows very well that although he is just an ordinary war correspondent, after being involved in this big dispute due to various coincidences, he has become a banner standing here.

As long as he is alive and as long as he is still in Darfur, there is no possibility of escalation of the conflict between the Sudanese authorities and the FROF.

The reason is simple, it's still that sentence.

"We're watching you".

But what if your own flag falls?

That means that the Revolutionary Front has finally completely torn its face with China.

It means that they will no longer care about China's "observation" and insist on starting a high-intensity and undying war.

Thinking of this, Liu Guangyu was shocked.

Something big is wrong.

No, the big thing doesn't refer to the danger you will face, but to it. The Revolutionary Front organization is about to face the crisis of splitting!

Yes, Hamidi is crazy, but he is a man with ideals.

He also hoped that after the capture of Khartoum, he would rely on the support of various powers to secure his position as ruler.

In this case, it is absolutely impossible for him to do such a quick thing.

The only one who is likely to make a move is Khalifa, the actual second-in-command.

And now, he's standing outside his door.

Like a vicious wolf, quietly waiting for its prey.

How can I survive?

Liu Guangyu retracted his gaze and looked at the various facilities in the room.

There's not much to use, but it's about to take some time

At the same time, on the edge of the low wall, Khalifa was waving his arms and arguing with the adjutant opposite.

"I said, this action is my own decision, and it has nothing to do with Hamidi!"

"You are my adjutant, you should obey my orders, not that old-fashioned and stubborn old man!"

"What does he know? He only knows peace talks, peace talks! ”

"How many times? Each time, he thought he could get a seat through peace talks and then make it to Khartoum without much difficulty. ”

"But in reality? Every negotiation has made him mess up, and in the end, doesn't we need to solve it by force? ”

"Now, the opportunity is in front of us."

"As long as we kill this annoying reporter and completely complete the cut with Huaxia, we will be able to take down those weapons and make our strength stronger than ever!"

"Hassan, you said it yourself, isn't this the result you want?"

Adjutant Hassan looked at Khalifa with a solemn face and did not answer immediately.

After hesitating for a long time, he spoke:

"Khalifa, I know what happened in the market last time made you angry, but you can't let the anger get carried away by you."

"He's not just a journalist, he's a symbol of Huaxia staying here."

"You have to think clearly, the current Huaxia is not the Huaxia of a few years ago."

"Their methods are becoming more and more radical, their technology is becoming more and more advanced, and their military strength is getting stronger day by day."

"Have you really thought about confronting such a big country?"

"If we don't confront them, we will confront the United States, you can choose one!"

Khalifa said angrily.

But we're not in such a dilemma, are we?"

"Someday it will-—— we can't wait until that time to make a decision, it's too late."

"Now, stop talking this nonsense to me, go up and knock on his door and take him to the clearing."

"Then, get someone to introduce him to the gear and stuff the grenade into his hand, that's all you need to do."

Khalifa's tone was unmistakable, and Hassan could only sigh.

He opened his mouth and replied:

"Got it, I'll do it."

"But if he doesn't fall for it, what do we do?"

"Then kill him and shove the grenade into his hand."

"Anyway, all the equipment there is going to be blown up-—— only if he has caused serious consequences will we have a reason to communicate with Hamidi."

"You're quite thoughtful."

Hearing Hassan's words, Khalifa smiled confidently and replied:

"I must have thought more than Hamidi."

A few minutes later, Hassan knocked on Mr. Liu's door, as planned.

"Mr. Liu, it's me, Hassan."

"The door is open, please come in!"

Liu Guangyu replied in the room.

Hassan cautiously pushed the door in.

As a professional soldier, he habitually paused for a moment at the door, and only after checking the position behind the door and in the dead corner did he step inside.

And at this moment, Liu Guangyu walked down the stairs.

"General Hassan, long time no see."

"yes, long time no see."

Hassan replied with a smile on his face.

"General Khalifa asked me to come to you, saying that I have something to discuss with you, is it convenient for you now?"

"Of course it's convenient."

Liu Guangyu walked up to Hassan and asked in a casual tone, like a greeting:

"General Hassan, did this mission go well? I heard that you also went to the Southern Darfur region? ”

"That's true. The mission went well, but we lost a lot of fighters."

"That's a pity, they're brave children-—— I have a good relationship with the children here, and the wood carving on the table was given to me by Muhammad."

As he spoke, he casually pointed to his left, and Hassan's gaze followed.

At this moment, a sudden change occurred!

Liu Guangyu raised a handful of powdered laundry detergent in his hand, which he had been holding tightly, and he bent down, grabbed the sharpened dinner knife from the cabinet on the right, and pounced on Hassan!

Even if the reaction was far beyond ordinary people, Hassan was caught off guard.

Before the tingling sensation in front of his eyes dissipated, the huge impact had already crushed him to the ground.

At the same time, there was a cold touch on his neck.

——

After the cold, there was a slight tingling and numbness.

His neck was cut open.

Hassan fell into an ice cave, he didn't know how badly he was injured, he only heard Liu Guangyu whisper in his ear:

"Don't move!"

"Now, whatever you think, I'm going to talk to Hamidi."

"Otherwise, we will all perish."

"You may be afraid of death, but I can tell you that I am not afraid"

Liu Guangyu's tone was calm and cold, at this moment, he didn't look like a reporter, but like a soldier who had experienced a hundred battles.

Hassan understood that the words that came out of his mouth were definitely not ordinary threats.

"I can't contact him, I don't have any communication equipment with me, you take the knife away first, my neck."

"Your neck is fine! Get up! ”

Liu Guangyu frowned, he went around Hassan's back, but the blade did not leave an inch.

The blood had gradually soaked Hassan's clothes, and he pushed Hassan towards the door, intending to take him hostage to find that slim chance of survival, but before he could step out of the door, a bullet from unknown sources shattered Hassan's head.

The red-white warm liquid and coarse powder splashed on Liu Guangyu's face, and he almost subconsciously fell backwards, avoiding the first wave of barrage that continued to chase.

The gunshots rang out, Liu Guangyu pushed down the marble square table as a cover, and lay on the ground in the middle of the living room, the ricochet had hit his calf, but he didn't dare to move at all.

That's it.

They're really here to kill the mouth.

Moreover, they do not intend to leave even the slightest leeway.

In the smoke and dust, Liu Guangyu barely raised his head, and through the wall that had been almost shattered, he saw a terrifying picture:

A soldier of the Revolutionary Front, rushing in his direction, raised an RPG.

Liu Guangyu closed his eyes.

At this moment, the only thing he regretted was that he didn't gamble and sent the information out first.

However, a few seconds later, the expected explosion did not sound.

In its place, there was an even more intense burst of gunfire.

——

However, the bullets that landed in the room suddenly decreased.

He looked up at the door again, only to find that the militants who had been shooting at him had all turned their guns.

Hamidi's people are coming!

The battle between the Hamidi army and the Khalifa "rebels" lasted less than ten minutes.

Under the suppression of powerful firepower, the rebels, who were not prepared for a large-scale battle, were powerless to resist.

After the ceasefire, Liu Guangyu stood up strongly.

And on the other side of him, the biggest warlord in Africa, had already rushed over with a look of horror.

"Liu! Are you okay?! ”

"It's not me, it's really not me!"

"Liu, tell them, I really don't know!"

Liu Guangyu looked at Hamidi inexplicably, he couldn't understand for a moment why the other party was panicked to such an extent.

——

It wasn't until half an hour later, through that routine phone call, that he learned the news that made Hamidi lose his composure as a "general":

Just a minute after he was attacked, a ghostly drone flew over Hamidi's head.

(End of chapter)