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Chapter 452 The tide has turned! (Second update!)

Misrati's gaze lingered on the string of date-shaped grenades for a moment. Without a word, he took two steps back. After those two steps, he still felt uneasy, so he took another ten steps back, hiding behind a rock before finally letting out a long sigh of relief.

Even through the stone, he still felt that this thing was dangerous.

Just as I was about to say a few words, I saw Ayval pick up another drone, fiddle with it next to the boxes, and hang six 80mm mortar shells under the drone, forming a mortar date.

At this moment, Misrati's men finally realized that this thing was dangerous, and quickly picked up their guns and distanced themselves from Ayval.

Ayvale saw all the fearful actions of these people. He didn't say a word, but simply picked up two remote controls and started operating two drones simultaneously with both hands.

The drone took off amidst the lights, and in the blink of an eye, it disappeared beyond the reach of the lights, vanishing without a trace. The sound of the drone's propellers spinning was also shattered by the sound of the waves, disappearing completely and becoming utterly invisible.

Shaking the remote control, Aivale slowly approached Misrati, multitasking as he operated the drone while explaining to her:

“These are things we specially purchased from other countries. As for where we bought them, you don’t need to ask.”

As soon as those words were spoken, an explosion suddenly occurred on the sea not far away.

It's a hand grenade.

After the first explosion, before Misrati could even speak, several more explosions rang out, still from grenades.

About 30 seconds later, a white drone emerged from the darkness, brushing against the edge of the dappled light, and appeared above Aivale and Misrati.

With just one glance, Misrati recognized the drone as the one that had been loaded with grenades not long ago.

The plastic frame under the drone is still there, but the hand grenade is nowhere to be seen.

Just as I was about to ask a question, several more explosions came from the beach not far away; they were mortar shells.

Sure enough, about 30 seconds later, a drone appeared in the darkness and hovered above the two of them.

Aival shook the remote control with his left hand, which was covered by a communication device, and calmly explained to Misrati, "This drone can carry 5 kilograms of cargo and fly very far."

"The appearance of this thing solves both of your problems: you don't have heavy firepower, and your heavy firepower is inaccurate."

"This thing on my arm is a military communication terminal."

"With the Global Positioning System, we can communicate in real time and check our location in real time."

"These individual military communication terminals can directly connect to drones and share data!"

"The combination of these two things will solve your problem of not being able to find your target."

"Now, do you still think I tricked you?"

Looking at these items, Misrati turned off the safety on his Glock 17, took the remote control from Ewal, and also took the military communications terminal.

He took the two items and calmly examined them in his hands.

Unfortunately, he couldn't see anything useful.

This was the moment Aival had been waiting for. He reconnected the devices and remotely linked them using the codes corresponding to the two devices.

Once the connection was established, he used the laser function of his individual communication terminal to aim at the distant sea surface.

Immediately after firing, the corresponding data appeared in the drone remote controller.

The software will automatically pop up a prompt.

[Proceed to target area?]

Instead of clicking, Aival handed the remote to Misrati: "Click to confirm!"

Misrati followed the instructions, and as soon as she finished, the drone overhead flew toward the laser-marked spot and hovered in the sky.

In the darkness, the location of the drone was completely invisible to the naked eye.

The buzzing sound of the drone was swallowed up by the sound of the waves and disappeared without a trace.

At that moment, Misrati finally believed that this was high technology.

He believed that with this weapon in hand, they would be able to kill the other rebels, successfully capture Tripoli, and he would eventually become the president of Libya!

He returned the remote control to Ayval, then raised his right hand high and waved vigorously at the boxes on the beach:

"Move all your things back!"

Looking at his busy subordinates, Misrati felt a surge of pride and decisively raised his head, letting out a roar.

After his outburst, with the sea breeze blowing, he even felt as if he were standing in Aziziya's military camp, in the very spot that originally belonged to Gaddafi.

Gaddafi was kneeling before him, frantically kowtowing and begging for his forgiveness.

As the new president of Libya, he did not show mercy to this damned guy, but instead pulled out his gun and shot him dead.

Imagining this scene, Misrati simply raised his hands, spread his arms wide, and let out an even more unrestrained laugh.

Not far behind him, Ayvale took in all of this, licking his chapped lips as he looked at Misrati with suspicion.

He seriously doubted whether this guy could actually accomplish anything!

Misrati's men included his previously trained security personnel, soldiers he borrowed from other families, and even some freshly caught French fries.

These people aren't strong fighters, but they're excellent at moving things.

In less than half an hour, only messy footprints remained on the beach, not even a piece of metal was left.

After acquiring the new weapons, Misrati did not rush to launch an attack. Instead, he spent two days having Aival personally train his underlings.

After two days of training, these small fish successfully evolved into large small fish.

After these people evolved into a bunch of rabble, Misrati also swung his right hand towards Tripoli in the east:

"attack!"

In Tripoli, at the People's Palace in the city center, former Navy Commander Rasuta stands in his most luxurious office on the top floor of the People's Palace, overlooking the entire city of Tripoli.

Just then, the office door was pushed open, and his old partner, Chief of Staff Zaraviyeh, appeared in the doorway with a stern face. As soon as they met, he couldn't wait to question him:

"Rasuta, what exactly do you want?"

"We haven't even established a foothold yet, and you're already thinking about letting your brothers and your family divide up the power?"

"If you insist on doing it this way, I have no choice but to bring my family along!"

“Bring it here!” Rasuta spread his hands, looking nonchalant. He slowly walked to Zarawiyah’s side, circled him twice, and said with a smile, “Our revolutionary leader, our brother, our de facto president, Mr. Gaddafi, said that Libya belongs to the people.”

“I let my brothers divide the power, and you can let your brothers divide the power.”

"But I need to make it clear, don't touch the military. The military is the guarantee that we have these powers!"

"If anything goes wrong with the army, we'll all die."

"I asked you to contact the Americans, did you make contact?" "Yes, I did!" Zarawiyeh touched his nose, looking embarrassed.
"The Americans want us to hand over Gaddafi. If we do, they will support us in ruling Libya."

"What the hell are you talking about!" Rasuta interrupted Zarawiyeh before he could finish.

They were the two men Gaddafi left behind to cover his retreat.

Then, and then no more.

Leveraging their prestige within the navy, they rallied the deserters, got them armed, and formed a resistance army.

In this small corner of Tripoli, they've started scraping the land dry.

Despite being interrupted, Zarawiyeh wasn't angry. Instead, he stood aside, arms crossed, and analyzed the situation:

"I suspect that Gaddafi may have gone to Sebha, where there is a vast and sparsely populated area. He could easily hide somewhere and no one would be able to find him."

"Why not go to Sirte?" Rasuta retorted. Zarawiye rolled his eyes and sneered:
"Tell me, how can he get to Sirte under these circumstances?"

"He wants to get to Sirte, but he has to cross Misrata. Do you think the tribes in Misrata who oppose him will let him leave alive?"

"What an international joke!"

“Alright!” Rasuta shrugged, turned and walked to the map beside him. He pressed his left hand on the map, and with his right index finger, he first touched Tripoli, then slowly slid it down to a small town called Beniwalid, where he stopped.

"He can't go to Sebha, he's more likely in Beniwalid."

Just as Zarawiyeh was about to speak, hurried footsteps broke the silence between them: "Commander, Chief of Staff, we've just received news."

"About three hours ago, the mayor of Zawiya, Misrati, publicly declared himself the commander of the Libyan Free Democratic Army and said that they wanted to liberate Libya."

"Our men deployed around Tripoli are now fighting them."

“They used new weapons, and our firing positions, which were built around houses, were no match for their new weapons.”

"Moreover, America's vanguard assault team was right behind them, constantly rushing towards Tripoli!"

Upon hearing this news, Rasuta couldn't help but gasp.

Those damned Americans actually knew how to use cunning to stabilize themselves and then use that bastard Misrati to attack Tripoli.

He didn't rush to give orders to his men to unite them and fight against America.

Instead, he stood in the office, his eyes filled with greed as he gazed at the luxurious space.

He had been in this office for less than a week, but unexpectedly, he was going to be fired after just one week.

As his longtime partner, Zalawier guessed what he was thinking as he looked around the office in Lasouta.

When Rasuta turned his gaze to him, he immediately asked, "Are we packing our things and running away?"

Rasuta waved his hand forcefully: "Let's run! Judging from this trend, America's beneficiary should be Misrati."

"If we stay here, we could very well become the target of their attacks."

"However, remember to scrape the ground clean before you leave."

Zalawier did not respond verbally, but simply raised his hand in an OK gesture before leaving without hesitation.

Shortly after he left, Rasuta walked to the French windows, ready to admire the view outside, when a sharp air raid siren sounded.

Just seconds after the sound, a violent explosion rang out in the city.

The sound was swift and intense, exploding more than ten times before finally stopping.

The person by the window sighed, turned around, and walked out of the office.

…………

Stuttgart, Germany, Africa Command.

Edwin strode into the command center, finally stopping in front of the large sand table depicting Libya. Looking at the model, he calmly asked:
"Where is Gaddafi? Have they found him?"

As soon as the question was asked, the staff officers around him immediately became alert, exchanged glances, and finally, the staff officer closest to Edwin spoke up: "Sorry, no!"

"According to our intelligence, Gaddafi disappeared after our ground forces captured Zeletan."

"His personal guard also disappeared along with him."

"According to the intelligence we have gathered, Gaddafi and his team consisted of about 1000 people."

“We used this as a lead to have our informants begin a comprehensive search in Libya.”

"I believe we'll find this guy soon and kill him."

After the staff officer finished speaking, he took half a step back, ready to listen to Edwin's instruction.

Edwin grabbed a small flag from the edge of the sand table, casually stuck it in Tripoli, and shook his head: "Too slow!"

There's a saying: "Delay will only lead to problems!"

“I don’t know what Gaddafi is trying to do, but I know that we can’t let that bastard live any longer.”

"If he lives any longer, he will devour all of Libya's gold."

"We won't get anything then!"

His words were so blunt that the staff officers in the African theater didn't know what to say.

Finally, they nodded slightly, indicating their agreement.

Just as they were preparing to assign new tasks, Edwin issued new instructions:
"Issue a wanted notice."

"Whoever can provide specific intelligence on Gaddafi will receive $500 million, plus American citizenship."

Upon receiving the order, the staff officer immediately began to prepare the relevant wanted notices. At the same time, he also prepared to contact their informants to obtain intelligence.

…………

Beniwalid, a small town southeast of Tripoli.

Moisture from local convection in the Mediterranean gathers in the Nafsa Mountains, then falls, and as the mountains move forward, it eventually converges on the small town of Benivolid, nourishing the town.

In the heart of the city, in a grove of trees nestled along the river, Gaddafi sat cross-legged in the shade, studying the intelligence that Damira had given him.

His expression was calm, completely different from his usual self. However, his trembling hands calmly conveyed to those around him the shock in Gaddafi's heart.

After a long pause, he finally looked up from the documents and cast a questioning glance at Damira:
Tell me this isn't true!

"The people I personally promoted have all betrayed me!"

"This is not true!"

(End of this chapter)