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Chapter 486 Withdrawal? (Third Update!)
With the bullet chambered, Pavel began to take deep breaths, while simultaneously using the communication device to continuously persuade the new recruits:

"Take a deep breath and don't panic. Judging from the gunshots, they're using AK-47s."

"Besides, it's nighttime now, they can't aim accurately."

"Once they land, they must die. Remember, leave no one alive. I don't need prisoners, and I don't need confessions. I only need dead men!"

After calming the new recruits down, Pavel turned his gaze downwards once more.

When are paratroopers in the most danger?

From the moment he jumps out of the plane, the paratrooper is in constant danger unless he returns to base.

Before landing, you need to guard against the enemy's anti-aircraft weapons. As for what kind of defense they use, don't ask. The answer is the Soviet Union's Superman.

Upon landing, they faced enemies several times their number, and they had only one choice: to defeat them.

After listening to the gunfire for a while, Pavel adjusted his parachute descent speed again. After another adjustment, in less than two minutes, his feet touched the soft sand.

As he felt the solid ground beneath his feet, a ferocious smile appeared on his face beneath his helmet.

Now that the two sides have met, there's no need to hide it any longer.

He quickly unpacked his parachute backpack, removed the weight, then pulled up his night vision goggles and pressed the microphone button:
"Remember what I said!"

"Kill them all!"

In the brief moment between words, dozens of his teammates behind him landed, and without exception, they all made the same move.

Remove the parachute pack and put on night vision goggles.

The Sahara Desert stretches to the horizon, and the bright moon shines down from the sky, providing ample light for their night vision devices.

Pavel faced south, waved his right hand forcefully, and his dozens of teammates behind him dispersed according to their usual groups, slowly searching and advancing forward.

Just after crossing a sand dune, a dozen pickup trucks came into view.

It was Matthew, Lexis, and others.

Pavel grinned cruelly and pressed the microphone, "Sniper team, prepare to crack these guys' heads open!"

In the pickup truck, Lexis was complaining to Matthew, "We should have gotten closer before we started shooting. Now look what happened, we didn't kill a single one. If we go any further, we're bound to run them over!"

Matthew, in the driver's seat, didn't answer, but simply pressed the horn harder.

In the darkness of the night, the sound of the horn seemed particularly abrupt.

Even Lexis was startled. Just as he was about to complain again, Matthew released his hand from honking the horn and said:
"They've already heard the commotion from the sky; whether they fight sooner or later, it's all the same!"

"What are you afraid of?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a flash of light suddenly appeared in the darkness in the distance, and Maxius instinctively swerved to the left.

Unfortunately, they were standing on a desert, not a hard Gobi or a highway. When they turned the steering wheel sharply and the wheels suddenly changed direction, the sand under their feet did not provide any support. The steering wheel turned, but the car did not react quickly and just lurched around in place.

In that split second, a bullet came from a distance, pierced the windshield, and went straight through Matthew's head.

The immense impact sent him flying backward, crashing hard into the seat.

The bullet pierced his head, its power undiminished. It passed through the foam of the seat and struck the left thigh of the man behind Ma Xiuzheng, breaking his leg bone in a single blow.

"Attack! Get out of the vehicle and find cover!"

Lexis yelled, flung open the car door, grabbed the gun, and lunged forward. Using the momentum, he rolled several times on the sand, eventually ending up behind a small sand dune behind the pickup truck.

Using this cover, he could clearly see the direction of the enemy.

On the sand dunes ahead.

The opponent's position is higher, which is very disadvantageous for them, but there's nothing they can do about it.

He lay behind the sand dune, raised his gun high with both hands, pointed the muzzle in the general direction, and then pulled the trigger.

The bullets were fired, and with the help of recoil and the lack of rifling, they scattered all over the ground.

Besides him, the dozens of men he and Matthew brought with them also hid behind similar sand dunes, raising their guns and firing wildly at the front.

Dozens of guns fired simultaneously in unison, creating a spectacular scene that even suppressed snipers in the distance.

Pavel, hiding behind a sand dune, pressed the microphone, "Sniper team, flank from the left and right!"

"Aim to finish the battle in 20 minutes!"

Under his orders, the sniper teams on the left and right flanks began to maneuver in their respective directions, and the pressure on Lexus's side was greatly reduced.

Lying behind the sand dune, taking a deep breath, Lexis suddenly shouted:
"A few of you, come with me to the sand dune on the left!"

"The others provide cover!"

After shouting, Lexis took a deep breath, pushed off the sand dune behind her with both legs, and rolled down the dune like a gourd.

After rolling to a safe distance, he and the others who had followed him struggled to step on the sand dunes and ridges, running towards the dune on the left.

Just as they circled around the sand dune from behind, they bumped into two people coming from the opposite direction.

Upon meeting, there were no words exchanged, only rolling on the ground and the unyielding triggers pressed firmly in their hands.

Flames erupted in the darkness, and bullets hurtled toward the enemy as if they were free.

In just one encounter, both sides were injured, but the Russian mercenaries, who were wearing bulletproof vests, suffered much less damage than Lexus and the others.

A skirmish broke out, but after a few seconds, both sides returned to silence, hiding from each other's line of sight and taking a short break.

On the mercenary side, the sniper team reported the situation to Pavel. After the report, the sniper threw his sniper rifle aside, along with his backpack.

He discarded the weights, took off the AK74U hanging on his body, and loaded a bullet.

He exchanged a glance with his partner, who was tending to his wounds, gritted his teeth, and the two of them rushed out from the left and right.

Taking advantage of their night vision goggles, they spotted several human figures in the darkness the moment they rushed out.

The humanoid figure opposite them also saw them, but as the figure looked up, two AK74U bullets had already hit them in the head.

Lexis was unlucky; as he prepared for another faith shot, a bullet shattered his hand. The sudden, intense pain made him instinctively stand up, and the next second, a bullet pierced his head.

After these men were dealt with, the sniper retrieved his rifle and began taking roll call from his vantage point.

The gunfire was violent. To the southeast, a dozen pickup trucks that were driving along heard the gunfire. The lead truck slammed on its brakes, and then the driver got out, took out binoculars, and looked at the boundless desert and the sand dunes.

But the sand dunes blocked the view, so we couldn't see anything.

The driver put down his binoculars, turned to the people in the car, and shouted, "Call Elder Ajadra by satellite phone and tell him that someone is faster than us. Ask him if we should continue."

Upon hearing this, the Arab man in the passenger seat of the pickup truck quickly pulled out his satellite phone and dialed Ajadra's number.

The call connected, and the people in the car immediately reported the situation to Ajadra.

After the report was completed, everyone held their breath and waited for instructions.

After a long silence, Ajadra's voice came through the satellite phone:

"Withdraw!"

Upon hearing this order, everyone in the convoy breathed a sigh of relief.

Especially the young people leading the group. In this chaotic situation, if you go forward, you might get mistaken for a stray dog ​​and kicked to death.

It would be better to go back first and then discuss it further.

He stood in front of the lead vehicle, holding a gun in his left hand and directing the reversing with his right.

As soon as the lead vehicle turned the corner, the roar of an airplane came from the sky further south.

Upon hearing this voice, the young man dared not delay and quickly shouted:

"Everyone get in the cars, turn off the lights, spread the cars out to the left and right, and drive down to the bottom of the sand dunes!"

"quick!"

Knowing that they were in a life-or-death crisis, the driver immediately turned off the lights, and the people who had been lax in their behavior suddenly became like warriors, jumping onto the pickup truck or chasing after it, and running together into the shadows of the sand dunes.

Not long after the convoy left, two Gazelle helicopters from France arrived at the spot where the convoy had just stopped. They hovered in the dark without their lights on.

After circling once, the two helicopters changed direction and headed towards the northern border.

Further west, a Mi-8 helicopter from the former Soviet Union was slowly heading north.

In the shadows of the sand dunes, a young man from the Shilfah tribe witnessed all of this through his binoculars, instinctively turning to look at his companions:
"Have the soldiers gone mad?"

"The entire air force has been mobilized?"

Beside him, his companion took the binoculars and watched the three helicopters slowly move north. After a while, he put the binoculars down.
"The army might have come to seize that batch of gold in order to upgrade their equipment."

"Do you think we should call Elder Ajadra and tell him that the army is involved, and whether we should try to cause trouble?"

The communications officer immediately called Ajadra.

Two minutes later, the call ended, or the person who made the call relayed Ajadra's words:

"Go and stir up trouble, at least prevent the military from getting anything."

"The military only has a few dilapidated helicopters. If they are all lost this time, it will mean that there will be no air power in northern Niger."

"Without air power, the military can't outlast us in ground combat alone!"

Having received Ajadra's reply, the young Arab leader raised his pistol and shouted, "Let's go, cause trouble!"

As soon as they finished speaking, they started the car and set off in a grand procession heading north.

…………

In the northernmost desert, the mercenaries of Dane International finally arrived at the coordinates.

Upon arriving at the coordinates, they divided the team into two squads as previously planned: one squad was responsible for defense, while the other squad was responsible for searching for the target.

After the defensive squad left to find a place to set up a position.

The search team took off the backpacks hanging on their backs, took out five drones, and launched them, which began to fly around the black hills.

The hill is not large, measuring 2 kilometers from north to south and 3 kilometers from left to right, totaling only 6 square kilometers.

Five drones lined up side by side, combing across the black hills like a comb, capturing every single detail.

But this is a desert.

The desert has no shortage of yellow sand and wind.

The wind brought yellow sand, covering up all traces.

In less than an hour, the drone had completed its first search and found nothing.

The leader of the first group pressed the microphone and began calling Chris:

"Commander, we haven't found anything here! I suspect we've been tricked!"

"Impossible! Lower the altitude, slow down the search, search bit by bit, scrape the ground clean." Chris decisively denied it. As the commander of Dane International, he knew very well what those Ministry of Defense officials were thinking.

Even if there's no gold here, they'll make him scrape the ground and turn over everything he can.

Otherwise, those guys wouldn't believe it.

While they were engrossed in their search, to the northwest, a group of more than 100 Arabs were slowly approaching the sand dunes on motorcycles under the cover of night.

The person leading the team was Lavitt.

At this moment, they had changed back into the combat uniforms of Gaddafi's personal guard, complete with wireless communication equipment, night vision goggles, and bulletproof vests.

As the motorcycle moved forward, he also issued commands to the people behind him via radio:
"This operation is very dangerous; we are very likely to run into those mercenary groups."

"However, we are the strongest military force in Libya, and we are not afraid of them."

"The brother who is seriously injured, please let the other brothers give him a quick death, don't let him wait to die in the desert."

"Of course, I will also take special care of your families!"

After saying his final words, Lavitt gripped the accelerator and pressed harder, the motorcycle kicking up dust as it accelerated forward.

After driving a few more kilometers, they parked their motorcycles at the foot of a sheltered hill.

After hiding the motorcycles and attaching the ammunition, the group looked at each other, stepped out of the foot of the mountain, and continued forward.

This time, however, they moved with extreme caution, taking one step forward and thinking three steps ahead. As they walked, the voices of the reconnaissance team came through their earpieces:

"Someone!"

"Prepare for battle!" Ravit quickly issued the order, and upon receiving it, the more than 100 Arabs quickly dispersed, forming a skirmish formation, and slowly moved forward, finally reaching the location of the scouts.

As soon as he approached, the scout handed him binoculars. "At 3 o'clock, 350 meters away, look behind that black rock."

Following the scout's instructions, Lavitt carefully aimed his binoculars and peered through the cracks in the rocks at the distant black stone.

After observing carefully for a while, just as he was wondering if the scout had made a mistake, a small reflection flashed by in the distance.

This is the Sahara Desert.

A desert rarely visited by humans.

No reflections occur in the desert where few people go.

Even local communities wouldn't come to this place for no reason.

So, there is someone!

After observing for a while, he noticed that the slight reflection could also move.

It is indeed a person!

He lowered his binoculars, pressed his body tightly against the stone wall, and whispered instructions to the others:

"Wait a while!"

"They are still on guard, which means they may not have found the target."

"We'll launch a surprise attack once they find it!"

(End of this chapter)