On the evening of March 7, 2011, I landed at Tripoli International Airport, the capital of Libya, which is still under the control of government forces and where the fighting has not yet spread.

On the huge tarmac, I saw the flags of several countries, the embassies of various countries were carrying out evacuation operations, a large number of foreigners stranded in Libya were stepping on the plane to return home to escape the war, in addition to this, I also saw many soldiers in military uniforms, they came from various countries, they belonged to the security forces of the embassies, and they were responsible for protecting the evacuated nationals, and they were not invading the ground combat forces in Libya.

I walked through the chaotic crowd with my backpack, looking around as I went, but I didn't see the familiar red flag, I heard that there were more than 30,000 Chinese expatriates in Libya, and I don't know if they had been evacuated, or maybe the place of evacuation was not at the Tripoli airport, otherwise I couldn't have seen so many people.

I have heard that the Chinese fleet has gone to the Mediterranean coast to organize the evacuation of overseas Chinese, and I believe that the strength of the navy is sufficient to deal with all crises, and I am afraid that there will still be people stranded in the war zone, which will be dangerous, because the Chinese army cannot enter the battlefield, but I believe that the embassy will definitely have a way to organize a rescue, and will never let any of its citizens stay on the battlefield in a foreign country.

Out of the friendship of compatriots, I am quite concerned about the Chinese expatriates, especially after seeing the panicked faces of those foreigners, some of whom seem to have just escaped from the war zone, and many of them are still wounded.

Tripoli has not yet erupted in a major armed conflict, and I'm glad the city hasn't been reduced to a battlefield yet, but I think it won't be long before it's in ruins.

Caesar's brothers were wallowing in the flames of war, and no one came to pick me up, but I knew where they were, in the oil town of Zawiya, forty kilometers west of Tripoli, where government and rebel forces were fighting fiercely.

The captain and they were there too, and at the moment I don't know why they were in Zawiyer, according to previous information, they should have been carrying out the "Intruder" operation, but they got involved in this damn battle and took the life of the crosshair.

But either way, the captain must have his reasons, the most important thing at the moment is to join them, the crosshair is hanging, there is only one sniper in the team, and if I guessed correctly, those guys must be missing me now.

Standing on the side of the road with a backpack, first of all, I had to get a car, there were quite a few cars outside the airport, but most of them were used for evacuating overseas Chinese, with flags of various countries pasted on them, and the drivers were also armed men, all wearing weapons, which was not easy to deal with.

I was wondering which car to start with, when a black Toyota SUV suddenly appeared in view, without the national flag on the car, it looked like a private car, I squinted my eyes and took a closer look, the driver who was driving looked like a woman.

I snorted lightly and said secretly: "If you are unlucky, don't blame me for not being authentic during the war." ”

Thinking of this, I quickly trotted a few steps, rushed to the front of the car and stopped it, the driver inside honked desperately, because it was not enough light at night, I couldn't see her face clearly, but vaguely saw long silver-white hair.

I pulled out a random ID from my pocket, shook it in front of the windshield of the car, pretended to be an impromptu check, and motioned for the people inside to get out of the car.

They don't understand what I'm doing, and the airport is full of security personnel now, and it's normal to be checked, and even if you don't want to, you have to get out of the car and negotiate, and no one will choose to run over me unless you run into terrorists.

Sure enough, the woman driving the car pushed the car door for some reason, wanting to get down and ask about the situation, the moment she opened the car door, I flashed forward and waved my hand with a punch, knocked it out directly, and then kicked it to the passenger seat, everything happened too fast, and I was already sitting in the car in the blink of an eye.

The woman fell in the co-pilot's seat, her hair was scattered and her face was covered, I glanced at her casually and didn't see what she looked like, I didn't bother to pay attention to her, quickly turned around, and according to the instructions of the navigation system, drove all the way to Zawier in the west.

Although it is a border town with a population of just over 20,000, Zawiyah is an extremely important strategic location, the gateway to the capital Tripoli, only half an hour's drive away, and the highway from the border between Tunisia and Libya to the capital passes through Zawiyah, and this road is the transportation artery of the capital Tripoli, through which most of the supplies and supplies pass, so you can imagine how important this town is to Tripoli.

What's more, Zawiyah is an oil powerhouse, with not only oil fields, but also one of Libya's most important oil refineries, Raslanuf, from which Tripoli's petroleum products are transported via a 44-kilometer pipeline.

It can be said that controlling Zawiyah is equivalent to choking the lifeblood of Tripoli, so government forces and anti-government rebels will fight for control of Zawiyah at any cost.

More than 20 kilometers from Tripoli, the car could faintly see the fires of the battle zone in the distance, and the fighting continued.

Maybe it was because of the bump in the car, the woman next to her suddenly woke up at this time, opened her eyes with a chirp, covered her forehead with her right hand, and whispered: "Ah! It hurts! ”

I ignored her, and continued to speed up towards Zawiye, the woman calmed down, slowed down for a few seconds, suddenly remembered what happened before, reacted suddenly, quickly turned her head to look at me, and said in a panic: "Who are you?" What is this place? Where are you taking me? ”

"If you don't want to die, shut up!" I pulled out a pistol and put it on her head, making a vicious look to scare her.

She was stunned for a few seconds, and then suddenly she screamed so hard that I almost didn't pull the steering wheel off.

"Grass, what's it called, are you looking for death?" I looked ahead and roared without looking back.

"Assassin, oh God, this must be a dream, is it really you? Oh my God, I can't believe it! The woman looked at me in surprise and called out my name out of her mouth.

"Who are you?" I was also blinded by this sudden situation, I was coming to Libya for the first time, how could anyone know me? It's weird.

"It's me, Sergeant Heidi, look clearly, don't you remember, we fought together in Afghanistan." With an excited face, she leaned over and brushed the hair that was blocking her cheeks.

I turned my head and looked, oh my God, it's really that Latina white chick, this is so exaggerated, I can't believe my eyes, such a big world, we will meet again on the battlefield in Libya, whether it is fate or coincidence, it is a happy thing to meet again after a long absence, not to mention that we have lived and died together.

(End of chapter)