The sun shone brightly on the ground, and the sky was overcast with a gloomy haze that lingered for a long time. The sky was gloomy and oppressive, and buildings that had been bombed by artillery fire could be seen everywhere. Most of the buildings were in the Libyan Desert, and a gust of wind blew sand and dust into the air.
Five military vehicles followed in pairs, maintaining a distance of about seven to eight meters from each other. Looking down from the sky, they looked like a long snake as they traveled along the road into the depths of Libya. They were Xiao Luo's special operations team.
The last vehicle was a Liberation truck with twelve soldiers in it. The other four were jeeps, and each vehicle had four people, including the driver. In total, there were about thirty soldiers in total, which was equivalent to a platoon of soldiers.
This was a war zone, a real battlefield. Everyone was armed to the teeth. Xiao Luo was also wearing a camouflage uniform, a bulletproof vest, and a military helmet. He was armed with a sniper rifle and had several grenades strapped to his body.
The military jeep at the front of the convoy had the Hua Nation's flag on it. The white forces were the Libyan government army, and they would not attack the foreign soldiers who had entered the hinterland of Libya to evacuate their compatriots. Similarly, the black forces wanted to win the war, and they would not easily make an enemy out of the foreign forces who had invaded Libya. This was because it would force the foreign forces to side with the government army, which would be disadvantageous to them.
"Most of the time, the Libyan rebels are unprincipled. As long as it's not their own forces, they will be targeted for elimination."
Jiang Zhiming said to Xiao Luo in the second military jeep. This was not the first time he had led a team to evacuate their compatriots, so he was more familiar with the situation in Libya. However, this was the first time he had traveled so far to Stantine City to rescue his compatriots.
Xiao Luo nodded to show that he understood. He looked out of the window and occasionally saw the corpses of civilians by the roadside. They were similar to the stray dogs and cats that had died by the roadside. They were rotten and smelly, attracting a lot of flies.
There were also Libyan civilians who had fled with their families. Their clothes were tattered, and their bodies were covered in a thick layer of dust. Their eyes were full of fear, dullness, and numbness. It was as if they had lost all hope in the world.
Most of them were frightened by war and death. When they noticed the military vehicles passing by, they subconsciously raised their hands in surrender.
It would be a lie to say that Xiao Luo was not touched when he saw these scenes. Under the same sky and living in the same civilized world, people in most countries could live a comfortable life without having to worry about their lives at any time.
And in this corner, this land that was enveloped in the flames of war, no one could stay out of it. The people here had lost their homes, their wives and children separated. They were like rootless weeds that swayed in the wind. They did not know where they would return to, nor did they know where their future lay. Perhaps at some point in the future, they would become corpses and disappear from this world forever, becoming a wisp of departed souls in the war.
"No one knows the cruelty of war better than us. Only after experiencing war can one understand the value of peace!" Jiang Zhiming sighed.
"Don't think too much. You're just looking for trouble."
Xiao Luo suddenly comforted him. "We just need to remember our respective missions. Everything else is like a fleeting cloud, the kind that will disappear in a flash."
As long as there was still humanity left in him, he would definitely be moved by the tragic situation in Libya. But he did not have the energy, and he did not want to worry so much. Besides Libya, there were many other tragedies happening in the world. If he had to worry about them all, he would have to worry himself to death.
Jiang Zhiming nodded in agreement. That was indeed the case. They were not the saviors of the world. All they needed to do was to complete this mission well. There was no need to pay too much attention to anything else. No matter how much they lamented, it would not change anything.
"Mr. Mie, I heard that everyone in the NSA is very capable. You must be very capable, right?"
A soldier sitting in the passenger seat turned around and said excitedly to Xiao Luo. He had a rather young face, and Jiang Zhiming had already introduced him when they got into the car. This man was Kong Yunhong, Jiang Zhiming's deputy.
Xiao Luo smiled and did not reply.
Kong Yunhong smiled and continued, "You have a sniper rifle in your hand, so you must be very good at it. Our captain is also very good at sniping the enemy. During a confrontation exercise, he killed the chief of the Blue Army from a thousand meters away with a single shot. He completed the decapitation mission with flying colors, and then he escaped from the encirclement of hundreds of Blue Army soldiers. The Blue Army soldiers thought they had encountered a ghost, and from then on, he was crowned the 'Ghost Killer,' right, captain?"
"Ahem …"
Jiang Zhiming coughed dryly and scolded him with a straight face. "Why do I find that you love to gossip so much? Will it kill you to keep quiet?"
He was not a person who liked to show off. Besides, his intuition told him that this Mie from the NSA was not a simple person. Soldiers like them would more or less feel nervous going into the heart of Libya. Mie, on the other hand, was very calm and extremely calm, as if he was used to such situations. There was no way he could pretend to be nervous, and his eyes did not lie.
"How can this be called gossip? What I said is the truth."
Kong Yunhong frowned and spread his hands innocently. He was very close to Jiang Zhiming and knew Jiang Zhiming's temperament very well. He was not really scared by Jiang Zhiming's pretense.
"That's enough, shut your mouth. If you really have nothing to do, no one will say anything even if you go to sleep," Jiang Zhiming said softly.
Kong Yunhong said, "Captain, you can't be so sarcastic. This is a war zone. Who can sleep? What if we get shot in our sleep? What if we die unjustly?"
"Good that you know."
Jiang Zhiming shook his head and snorted.
When he turned his head, he saw Xiao Luo leaning against the car window with her eyes closed. She looked so quiet that it was as if she had fallen asleep.
Oh my god, this Mr. Mie is really ambitious!
Kong Yunhong's mouth was wide open in shock.
Jiang Zhiming did not know whether to laugh or cry. If Xiao Luo was his subordinate, he would not hesitate to slap him in the face and wake him up in the simplest and most direct way. But Xiao Luo was not under his command, and their missions were different. He would not do anything to Xiao Luo.
Of course, Xiao Luo was not really sleeping. He was just using this method to quiet the car. Jiang Zhiming was still okay, but Kong Yunhong was different. As long as he opened his mouth to speak, he would definitely talk non-stop.
And it turned out that this method was very effective. Soon, the car was quiet.
He opened his eyes again and paid close attention to the situation outside. They came to the edge of the Gobi Desert, and the ground was slowly covered by drought-resistant vegetation. After driving for about three kilometers, he saw a signboard by the side of the road with some special symbols engraved on it. As he walked a little further, he saw another signboard with the same special symbols on it.
Xiao Luo had a bad feeling and immediately shouted, "Stop the car!"
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