Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 732 The Secret of the Fayum Desert

under night.

Fayoum Desert.

This vast sea of ​​sand looks particularly mysterious and desolate in the afterglow of the setting sun.

Song Heping was driving an old Toyota Camry on the desert highway. Nura was sitting in the passenger seat, holding the door armrest tightly, looking forward with a firm gaze.

The desert night was bitterly cold, and Song Heping handed the last sip of water to Nura.

In the distance, Egyptian military and police helicopters circled among the sand dunes, and the beams of searchlights pierced the night sky like sharp swords.

There were endless sand dunes ahead, and under the moonlight they looked like

"The entrance to the secret passage is just ahead."

Noura pointed to an inconspicuous sand dune ahead.

"For centuries, in order to prepare for emergencies, the Bedouin have had secret tunnels and storage points in the desert that are invisible even to satellites. Only the Bedouin know these secrets."

This is Noura's bargaining chip.

The reason why she dared to let Song Heping go deep into the desert and dared to say that she had a way to get rid of the military and police was that she was sure she could do it.

Song Heping drove the car into the shadow behind the sand dune, and the tires rolled over the soft sand, making a slight rustling sound.

Noura jumped out of the car, walked skillfully to the sand dune, dug up the sand behind a rock, and pulled out a rope from it.

"Come and help!"

Song Heping hurried forward and pulled the rope hard with Nura.

Roll, roll, roll——

As the rope was pulled backwards, a corner of the sand hill began to collapse gradually, finally revealing the dark tunnel entrance.

“Hurry, they’re coming! Get in.”

The sound of the helicopter was getting closer and closer. Song Heping quickly returned to the car and drove in with one hand on the accelerator.

The secret passage could just accommodate a car. Song Heping got out of the car and together with Nura pulled the mechanism again, and the tunnel quickly returned to its original state.

It was pitch dark in the tunnel, so Song Heping took out his tactical flashlight and turned it on.

In the strong light, the original appearance of the tunnel is fully revealed.

There are rocks on top and sand underfoot.

It's dry everywhere, so there's no problem with water seepage.

"These are secret hiding places our ancestors dug to escape the war. If they were desperate, they could take refuge here. Each tunnel has an underground river and a water source. If the Bedouin encountered difficulties in the desert, they would also seek out these places to survive. However, some places may no longer have water due to their age."

Nura sighed and walked forward slowly.

Song Heping was still standing there in a daze.

Looking at the situation here, he suddenly felt that the story of Alibaba and the Forty Thieves he had seen as a child might not be nonsense, but real.

"What are you still standing there for? Let's go! They'll definitely find us here if they follow the trail. We have to leave before they get there."

"okay!"

Song Heping took out the equipment bag from the trunk and followed Nura into the depths of the secret passage.

The entrance to the ground was very large, but it became narrower and narrower as you walked along, until you could only move forward by bending over. The air was filled with the smell of mold and sand.

"This tunnel leads to a water source. About twenty kilometers from here there is a small tribe, our Bedouin tribe."

Noura led the way. "We have to walk for three hours. It will be safer when we get there."

"What do you mean by safer?"

Song Heping asked curiously.

Noura said, "The Bedouins have been scattered across the country for many years, and each tribe has its own rules. However, they have an ancient agreement to help each other when they encounter difficulties. However, I am not sure whether the leader of that tribe will accept us. After all, our incident has caused too much trouble..."

"That's right..."

Song Heping turned on the tactical flashlight, and the beam illuminated the stone walls on both sides. There were some strange patterns on the stone walls, which turned out to be some ancient murals upon closer inspection.

The Bedouins used simple lines to depict scenes of life in the desert, one of which showed two figures facing each other with knives.

“That’s a duel,” Noura explained. “In Bedouin tradition, dueling is the way to resolve disputes.”

The tunnel ends in a natural rock cave, with moonlight streaming through the cracks in the ceiling.

Nura led Song Heping out of the cave and pointed to the west, saying, "Walk twenty kilometers that way and you'll reach the tribe I mentioned."

"How do you tell the direction?"

Song Heping turned off the flashlight. The moonlight was good now and the visibility was good, so there was no need to expose his position.

"talent."

Noura's expression seemed a little sad.

"When a nation has lived in the desert for thousands of years, their descendants will develop this talent. However..."

She paused before slowly saying, "But it is a cursed talent."

Song Heping didn't dare to ask any further.

He knew that there must be some things in this history that people were unwilling to mention.

There is no need to dig up other people's scars. Walking twenty kilometers in the desert is not difficult for Song Heping.

Especially with an excellent guide like Noura by his side, and with the mineral water stolen from the Cairo military and police, it would only cost him some physical strength.

Three o'clock in the morning.

After crossing the endless sand dunes and the endless desert, plants suddenly appeared in our sight!

It's a tree!

A forest!
And there is grass!
It turned out to be an oasis, with a few tents scattered among the palm trees.

“Welcome to the Bedouin tribe.”

Noora gave a tired smile.

Song Heping breathed a sigh of relief.

At least now, the two are safe.

"Let's go, let's go see the chief and ask for his protection."

Not far from the edge of the oasis tribe, seven or eight people suddenly emerged from the sand dunes, each holding a gun in their hands.

"Someone."

Song Heping grabbed Nura.

"It's okay, they are the guards of the tribe."

Noura walked up to them confidently and began to speak to them in the Bedouin language.

A few minutes later, Nura came back and said to Song Heping, "Let's go. They'll take us to see the leader."

The two followed the tribal guards into the tribe.

Song Heping noticed the tents around him.

There were also camels and sheep of unknown breed but that looked very much like sheep.

The tribe was quiet at night, without even a light.

The moonlight shone on the tent, shining with a white silver light.

Soon, the two were stopped in front of a large tent. The guard gestured for them to wait here and then go in to report.

He came out soon after and said to the two men, "The leader invites you in."

Suddenly, a fire lit up in the tent.

When the two men lifted the tent curtain and went in, a yawning, bearded man in his fifties with a red and white checkered turban on his head was sitting in front of the newly lit fire with a coat draped over his head. Two women in front of him were busy boiling water to entertain the guests.

"Nura, please sit down."

The chief was very polite.

Because Nura showed her token.

She is also the leader of a tribe.

The leader's eyes fell on Song Heping and he looked at him for a long time.

Perhaps Chinese people don't appear here very often, so they are considered rare. The other party took a few more glances at them.

"Guest, please take a seat."

Song Heping nodded and smiled, but he didn't know how to greet him, so he could only say, "Thank you for your hospitality, sorry to bother you."

The three of them sat down around the fire.

The temperature in the desert is slightly lower at night, so fire is still very necessary.

"Chief, I beg for your asylum and to stay here for two days. We had an incident in Cairo and were thought to be members of the Communist Party. We were chased all the way here. I beg for your mercy."

After saying that, he bowed.

Song Heping was surprised by Nura's frankness.

She didn't have to say that.

Especially those who call themselves KB members.

Which tribe dares to take them in?
Isn't this causing trouble for yourself?

Unexpectedly, the chief didn't seem to care about it. He raised his hand and said, "Well, according to ancient laws, you have the right to stay here and receive my protection."

"Thanks……"

Just as Nura finished speaking, a strange whistle suddenly sounded outside.

The old chief's expression changed slightly.

Noura also frowned.

Song Heping asked in a low voice: "What happened?"

"That's the warning whistle for outsiders entering the territory. If it were one of us, the guards wouldn't sound the alarm."

Noura's face turned serious.

"I don't know who's coming. The Egyptian military and police don't have the ability to track them here."

(End of this chapter)