Rise of the Wasteland Chapter 1171: Ambush

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The ancient city of Palmyra is small, with a population of more than 10,000. It is an oasis in the desert, once prosperous due to the exchange of various civilizations. And now, this small city has been ravaged by war.

Syria is suffering from the flames of war, and this result is entirely self-reliant by the Syrians themselves, which is not worthy of sympathy at all. They thought they would usher in a better life by overthrowing the Assad government, but they did not know what it meant to be a national ruin.

It's just that people with extreme ideas won't think they are wrong, they will only go to black one way, either succeed or die. The more excluded, the more radical.

There are also many rebels and terrorists active near the ancient city of Palmyra, and they are constantly harassing the soldiers of the government army. And the Syrian government army is also scum. If they are a bit useful, they will not let their country end now.

At the moment, on the small earthen bag not far from the ancient city, three or five bearded rebel soldiers appeared. Their main weapons are an individual air defense missile and several RPG-7 rocket launchers. Their tactics are to wait on the spot and stand by.

A rebel protruded slightly from the back of the earth, raising binoculars to scan the city of Palmyra. In a desert environment, fighting often revolves around water sources. Palmyra has been repeatedly scrambled several times because it is an oasis.

There are not many government troops in the city, because the oasis has limited water supply. They are just occupying this place to prevent the rebels from using this as a base to harass other big cities, such as Damascus.

Hundreds of meters behind this small rebel army, there is also a squad. They wore camouflage nets, but did not carry too many weapons in their hands, but set up a camera against a small group of rebels.

"Duke, roll over for me." Behind the camera, a big beard growled.

An Asian face ran up and down, covered in sand and dirt mixed with sweat beads, dirty. He approached the big beard and said, "Mr. Sidell, are you looking for me?"

The beard slaps and slaps in the past, shouting irritably: "My name is Hussain, why do you stupid monkey always remember?"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Hussein." The Asian man knew that boss had a backlash in his heart in the past two days.

"Go stare at the camera. Keep staring at me, do n’t miss any valuable news. Otherwise I will kill you." Bearded 'Hussein' stepped back and opened the kettle in his waist Take a sip of pleasure.

Asian men are also dry-mouthed, but can only envy their boss drinking water. He only had to swallow his throat to get a moist feeling, but the dry mouth and throat mucosa tingled.

There is a fire in the throat, the stomach is still groaning, and it is all uncomfortable, but Duke can only bear it. He turned his eyes to the camera and tried his best to pay attention to the movements in front of him, praying for something to be photographed today, otherwise his boss's temper will become more and more popular.

Duke is affiliated with a small news agency from Europe, and the white man who calls himself Hussein is the president. They wanted to make some sensational news, and for this reason even went deep into the battlefield in Syria.

In Europe, anti-government rebels represent freedom and justice. The Duke group naturally wanted to shoot from the perspective of the rebels. And they have been staying near Palmyra for half a month now, but have found nothing.

The life of the rebels is not easy. Their people wander around with weapons every day, looking for opportunities to attack the government forces. But ‘Hussein’ was not interested in the Syrians ’own fighting. He wanted to see the rebels make more news, such as killing the Russian troops stationed in Syria.

However, the Russian army is not stupid, and its fighting qualities are better than those of Syria. The rebels were wandering around in the desert looking for opportunities, and Duke could only run around with his boss Hussein. This kind of day can be uncomfortable.

In the desert environment, Duke was suffering from the sun. The food and water he can distribute every day are very limited, and he has to endure the increasingly irritable ‘Hussein’. But he felt that it was worth it, and it was the ordeal necessary to integrate into the white society.

"May God forgive me for my sins." Duke grabbed the cross on his chest and kissed it, staring at the rebel squad in front of him gasping. It has been an ambush today, and it seems to be a futile day. His eyes were blank, staring blankly.

A black spot suddenly appeared in the sky, and soon the black spot expanded rapidly, and a helicopter was flying. Suddenly Duke suddenly exclaimed, shouting with joy: "Mr. Hussein, there is a helicopter."

Beard resting not far away suddenly climbed up and hurried to the camera. Looking at the camera, he saw a Russian Mi-8 helicopter approaching quickly, and the direction of flight was facing the rebel ambush position.

"Great!" "Hussein" screamed and quickly locked the helicopter into the frame. "A Russian Mi-8 helicopter was destroyed by rebels outside Palmyra. We can I took a real-time image. This one can sell for a large price. "

Duke also followed silly and happily, risking his life on the battlefield for half a month, and finally got something. While Hussain fiddled with the camera himself, he gave Duke a slap in retrospect, screaming angrily: "Quickly set up a satellite phone, I want a video connection to a European TV station."

Duke was slapped in the face but did n’t dare to slack off. He quickly set up a satellite phone and contacted the BBC to tell the editor of the other party ’s international department that they had a major real-time news and wanted to sell a good price.

"A Russian Mi-8 helicopter is about to be shot down. Yes, it is right in front of us. It crashed into the ambush circle of the Syrian opposition. You can see this happen with your own eyes." Duke Ji Do your best to promote and send the digital camera signal through the satellite.

'Hussein' is operating the camera, both in the distant and the near. He clearly photographed the helicopter, the ambush rebels and the surrounding environment, and the Mi-8 in the sky looked at stake.

After confirming this scene, the editor-in-chief of the BBC International Department, thousands of kilometers away, also realized that this was indeed great news, and it was even happening.

"Five thousand dollars, we sell this news."

"You are kidding, we will cut off the signal for less than two hundred thousand dollars."

"Two hundred thousand is too much."

"Maybe we should go to 'Russia Today', I think the Russians will definitely spend money to sell the news, and try their best to remind their helicopters to avoid. Even if they are unsuccessful in the end, they will certainly not spend much money. Hesitate. "

Duke still has two slap marks on his face, but he feels that he is extremely successful at the moment. He is bargaining with the big guys of the BBC, which is really the pinnacle of life.

"I remind you that this helicopter will soon enter the missile range. If you hesitate, you will miss this news and we will cut off the signal."

Maybe it ’s Duke ’s ability to turn the lotus tongue into play. The editor-in-chief of the BBC International Department agreed to sell the real-time news for $ 200,000, and immediately transmitted the signal to the newsroom ’s live broadcast room.

"Relax, your $ 200,000 will be rewarded, and wait for the ratings to soar." Duke's voice just fell, and the rebels hundreds of meters away have completed all missile launch preparations, a 'stinger The refrigerant of the individual anti-aircraft missile began to force the guidance head to cool, and the infrared gaze array locked the target.

And Uncle Zhou can ..., he just made up on that helicopter.