Battlefield Contract Worker

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Tulare, an unsearchable place name, is located in the northern part of South Sudan, adjacent to the Abyei Area, the most disputed area with Sudan and the United States, where the armed conflict is the most intense. It has a high risk factor and poor road conditions. It is classified as South Sudan by the United Nations. One of the most dangerous areas.

In recent years, the security situation in South Sudan has continued to deteriorate, and the number of refugees has increased sharply. Humanitarian agencies urgently need to deliver relief supplies such as food and medicine to solve the survival problem of tens of thousands of people in the north. Originally, there used to be a certain number of peacekeeping troops here to carry out peacekeeping missions. However, as the situation deteriorated further, the peacekeeping troops did not have the right to fire on their own initiative, so countries have successively withdrawn the peacekeeping troops.

The long-term exchange of fire left the region deeply traumatized. Although Abyei has fertile land and relatively abundant water resources, it is an area with almost no economy, no government water supply and power supply, no infrastructure construction, and extremely backward educational and medical conditions.

The town of Abyei, with a total population of 50,000, has only one main street and one market. Street houses, market shops and restaurants are all in dilapidated tents made of wooden beams, rags, hay, and bamboo mats.

Fortunately, the local farmland is more fertile, and the aquatic plants are also abundant in other parts of Sudan, so there is also some agriculture and animal husbandry in the local area. Hunger, though present, was not particularly severe. Local people mainly rely on eating a locally grown sorghum called durra. People without livestock sometimes trade durra for people with livestock.

But the local weather conditions are harsh and hot. The place where Abyei Town is located is in a sandy field, which is devastated by wind and sand all the year round. There is a well on the street of Main Street, which supplies almost everyone in the town with domestic water. Lin Rui and others stopped by the well to add some water.

Desolate roads, the weather in Abyei is still dry and hot. At lunchtime, a group of black Dinka men in their 20s sat around a tent made of wooden beams, rags and dead grass on the main street of Abyei town to escape the heat.

While drinking tea or coffee, they chatted about the current situation in the area. One of them remained silent, bowing his head and doing needlework. He was holding a white satchel in one hand, and sewing with a needle and thread in the other, as if he was modifying a bag that was not an ordinary bag. "He was making a bullet bag," said another man sitting next to Lin Rui. Said, and then took out a fully loaded machine gun magazine and stuffed it in a pocket of the white satchel.

"If we want peace, we have to be ready for war," said the local. These people seem to be friendly to the people of the country.

"You're going to the oil field, it's not a safe place. It's a war zone." A black child of a few years old proudly showed Lin Rui his only toy - a gun made of wood chips .

Lin Rui didn't speak, he just walked to Jiang'an's side, and the other team members were replenishing water for the team. Lin Rui patted him on the shoulder and said, "How long until we get there?"

"At this speed, there are still about three hours." Kishi glanced at the GPS tracker.

Lin Rui nodded and said, "Have you contacted Ah Hu?"

"I contacted before, but it seems to have been disconnected again these few hours. It may be a signal problem, don't worry, there are so many of them, nothing will happen." Jiangan whispered, "It's our team, the big one. It's not a wise thing to go through a war zone during the day."

"The party is more dangerous." Lin Rui shook his head and said. "Also, the meeting time we agreed with Ah Hu is in the afternoon. I don't want to delay it for too long. Tell the brothers to start immediately after refilling the water. Don't stay in the town for too long, we have to focus on the task."

"Understood." Kishi nodded.

While he was talking, there was a sudden chaos in the distance, several armed trucks full of black armed men roared, and the civilians in the town avoided one after another. The militants of the convoy seemed to have noticed the vehicles of Lin Rui and others. They stopped the car and shouted at several townspeople in local dialect, and even raised their weapons to beat them.

Lin Rui didn't understand what they were saying, but Yelena understood a few words. She whispered in Lin Rui's ear, "The people in Weird Town allow us to supply supplies here. The tall black man in front seems to be the leader."

"Humph." Crazy Horse couldn't help but wanted to stand up in anger, but was held down by Lin Rui.

"Sit down, don't make trouble." Lin Rui whispered, "The situation here is very complicated. Those black people should be from some armed faction, such local snakes, try not to conflict with them."

Crazy Horse sat down sadly. When the black militants saw that Lin Rui and others did not respond, they became more courageous. Several people surrounded the black leader and strode over, swearing and scolding in unskilled English. One of its militants kicked over a bucket on the ground.

Sergey, who is pouring water into a bucket, is not a good person. This Russian guy himself is from the streets, and the street gangsters also have the creed of street gangsters. Seeing that this black man dared to be rude to himself, Sergey turned around immediately, threw a bucket in his hand to the ground, and pulled out the fighting knife around his waist.

His knife is the phoenixii from Kizlyar, Russia, the Phoenix 2 combat knife, which is a special fighting knife for the Russian special forces. The dark blade, only the blade part is a dazzling thin line. It doesn't look thin, but if you really use it, you will know how sharp this knife is.

Those black militants were a little surprised when they saw Sergey showing his knife, but they were numerous. Nor are they afraid of these outsiders.

The black man at the head was wearing a camouflage uniform~www.readwn.com~ tall. But his forehead, extending behind his ears, has six identical scars that look like scars drawn with a knife. Makes him look violent and dangerous.

"That black man is also a Dinka. They are one of the tallest ethnic groups in the world, with an average height of more than six feet and one meter eight." Jiangan whispered in Lin Rui's ear, "I saw the man on his forehead. Are there any scars? The shape of the scars signifies the different tribes, as well as loyalty to the tribe and adulthood. Do we need to help the russians?"

Lin Rui didn't speak, just shook his head, indicating that Sergey could solve it by himself.

The black man took a few steps and looked at Sergey who stopped to draw water and drew his combat knife. Sergey looked disdainful, lowered his head and played with the knife in his hand, and there were several other buckets on the ground. The black man looked like he was going to end the game. He strode forward, raised his foot and kicked the other buckets next to Sergey.

Lin Rui turned his head helplessly. He knew that Sergey hadn't started yet, because he didn't give an order. But it doesn't mean that this grumpy Russian will put up with this black man continuing to slap his nose in the face.

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