"Good morning, Demir."

Got up early and came back from running around the camp in full gear, Wang Zhen, who saw Demir, the person in charge of this small oil field, stretched out his hand to say hello.

"Hello, Mr. Boar." Demir waved to Wang Zhen.

Wang Zhen's whole person froze in place, you, what did you say?

What the hell is Mr. Boar?

Who spread this temporary nickname?

Convex (艹)!

The image of a slut came to Wang Zhen's mind, it must be the bastard of the donkey, and he will kill this guy when he goes back in a while!

"I prefer others to call me king rather than wild boars." Wang Zhen said with a stiff expression and a smile.

"Ah, yes, yes, king." Demir paused for a moment.

"Okay, let's change the subject, I have something I want to trouble you." Wang Zhen said with a smile.

"You say, I'll try my best."

"I want to learn Arabic with you, you know, a lot of our PMC business is concentrated in the Middle East, and it is very inconvenient to not understand the local language." Wang Zhen looked sincere, "We have plenty of time during the day, and I want to recharge myself." ”

"Ah, yes, of course that's fine." Demir agreed.

"Then it's settled, I'll look for you after breakfast." Wang Zhen waved his hand and continued to run.

Compared with the golden retrievers, Wang Zhen is much worse in terms of physical fitness and strength, this is not something that can be changed in a day or two, it just so happens that this task is relatively idle, so he naturally has to seize the time to train more.

By the time the golden retrievers got up, Wang Zhen had already finished running a 5-kilometer run, and had been working in the gym for another hour, sweating profusely.

"Wow, the rookie is working hard." The donkey leaned to the side and looked at Wang Zhen with a smile, "Tsk, it's so weak." ”

"Ahhh Wang Zhen jumped up and grabbed the donkey's neck, "Say, did you tell Demir that I was nicknamed a wild boar!" ”

Seeing that the donkey was constantly shaken by Wang Zhen, the golden retriever and the others laughed.

"Damn, it's not me, you're slandering!" The donkey took control of itself and cried out loudly.

"Impossible, no one else but you has such a broken mouth!" Wang Zhen didn't believe a hundred people, "What do you say, bayonet." ”

"Uh......" Out of anticipation, the bayonet showed an embarrassed but polite smile on his face, raised his hand, and tilted his head slightly, "That, is there a more likely, this time it really wasn't the donkey's words." ”

Wang Zhen: "......"

Stopping to shake the donkey, Wang Zhen squinted and turned his head to look at the bayonet, "Something is wrong with you!" ”

"Well, I'll admit it, I said it." The bayonet sighed.

"Look, look, the truth is revealed, Wang, my heart hurts, you stabbed me deeply, you must give me enough compensation." The donkey immediately came to his senses and shouted loudly, like a little girl who had been wronged.

“What？” Wang Zhen spread his hands, puzzled, bayonet, what an honest and honest person, how could he do such a thing.

"Didn't you say you were nicknamed Wild Boar before?" The bayonet looked at the donkey again, "The donkey said, you look like a sunny boy on the outside, honest and harmless, but in fact the heart is insidious, cunning, despicable, shameless, and always wants to use a nickname to confuse the enemy, so he gives himself the nickname of a young man." ”

"But this cartoon is not popular, even Americans have not heard of it, so in the end, you decided to call yourself a wild boar, so that when others hear it, they will think that you are a reckless and impulsive person, and you don't like to use your brain, and it will make people let down their guard, and then you will be killed by you."

"So, yesterday when Demir asked me what I would call you in the future, I said you are called a wild boar."

"Insidious? Cunning? Vile? Shameless? Wang Zhen gritted his teeth and squinted at the donkey that was about to slip away, "I'll kill you!" ”

There was a lot of fuss for a while, and finally it was the golden retriever who pulled the two apart, "Okay, okay, let's go to dinner." ”

"But Wang, you really should give yourself a nickname, although the donkey guy has a very cheap mouth, but I also think what he said this time still makes sense."

"A wise man will have a thousand thoughts, and he will have a loss, and a fool will have a thousand thoughts, and he will have a gain." The poet said in a strange tone.

"No, never!" Wang Zhen shook his head resolutely, wild boar, the image is too bad.

"Give up, wild boar, the nicknames are all taken by others, how can anyone give themselves nicknames." The donkey shouted loudly from behind: "Believe me, this is the best disguise." ”

"Don't call me a wild boar!" Wang Zhen struggled: "Can't you change it?" Like hippos? ”

"Okay boar, got it."

Wang Zhen: "......"

……

At 8 p.m., after it was completely dark, the Scythe Squad got into a Humvee and drove out of the base.

According to the requirements of the mission, they were to drive along the pipeline all the way to the camp at the other end, where they would spend the night today.

"Why don't you turn on the lights?" Wang Zhen asked if he didn't understand.

"Remember, in Iraq, if you are on the road at night, if you are not a large army, then never turn on the headlights, it will make you like a campfire in the night sky, and you will be spotted a few kilometers away." The golden retriever popularized knowledge to Wang Zhen.

These are the most valuable survival experiences.

"If someone wants to attack you, they just need to lay an ambush in advance, and then two RPGs can blow you up into the sky!"

Wang Zhen understood that in the end, it was Iraq, and obeying the traffic rules was tantamount to looking for death, and he had to do the opposite.

What is their biggest advantage over terrorists?

High technology!

There are 20 people on Curry's side, and they do more work, but the salaries of 20 people add up to not as high as the 6 people in the Scythe Squad?

Is the money of the capitalists so easy to take?

With the low-light night vision device attached, the vision is almost not affected much, and it can better hide itself.

Don't look at everyone giggling before departure, when it comes to the task, everyone is very serious, the poet and the shovel are in the front and rear two cars, with two night vision devices on the helmet, AN/PVS-14 low-light night vision device and AN/PAS23 infrared night vision device.

The two of them should pay attention to the sides and back of the vehicle to prevent enemies hiding under the sand and not visible to the low-light night vision devices.

The atmosphere was relatively solemn, no one spoke along the way, there were no roads along the pipeline at all, and the speed of the car was quite slow in the sand, and it took a full hour to 20 kilometers.

It wasn't until a makeshift rest point set up 20 kilometers in the middle that everyone got off the bus for a short rest.

Mentally concentrated for an hour, really tired.

After resting for half an hour, I continued on the road and arrived at my destination at 10 o'clock in the evening, with nothing happening along the way.

This is a site of just over 600 square meters, where the pipes flow into another, thicker pipe.

The peaceful patrol life lasted for half a month, and even the elite of the sickle squad slowly lowered their vigilance under the wear and tear of these days.

Until......