Red Alert: I am a sheikh in the Middle East

However, Odina was not at all happy about these praises. She watched the door nervously and urged in a low voice: "Director Bruce, what's the matter with you? Please speak quickly, my place is very dangerous!"

Bruce laughed and said, "Well, my little cutie, that's it. We hope you will continue to shoot some clips and send them back. Regarding the whole tribe, the shots need to have a certain tendency, do you understand?"

Odina frowned: "What do you mean, I don't understand!"

In fact, she does not completely understand that the so-called biased reporting is actually a common practice of these monopoly media.

Especially in the past 20 years, the binding of media and politics has become closer and closer.

In many cases, it acts as the thug and mouthpiece of politicians. When dealing with different ideologies, it often uses some misleading words to report.

What's more, they will directly distort the facts and concoct malicious and false information to deal with their enemies.

Odina had heard about this for a long time, and she felt uneasy at this moment, not knowing which direction Bruce was referring to.

"Hehe, dear Odina, you are so simple that it makes my heart ache." Bruce laughed on the other end of the phone, "I mean, we need to let the audience and readers see the real side of these savages ..."

Odina interrupted him without hesitation: "All the content we are shooting now is real!"

"I know, I know, Odina," Bruce said, "but it's not the truth that audiences and readers want. I'm talking about savagery, backwardness, ignorance, absurdity, evil, and I've heard there are tribes of cannibals over there , oh, and the tradition of inbreeding, and maybe the oppression of women? Viewers want to know about that…”

Odina finally understood what Bruce wanted to do.

She was so angry that she clenched her phone tightly, her knuckles turned white from the excessive force.

"This can't be Bruce! I only record what I see, and I won't make up things that don't exist for your personal preference!"

Odina stood up abruptly and spoke loudly into the phone.

At this time, she even forgot where she was, and forgot about the things that might reveal her hidden spare mobile phone.

"Hehe, Odina, don't get excited. This is not my personal tendency. As I said, this is the wish of the readers and audience, and also the request of the board of directors and your father."

Snapped!

Odina immediately hung up the phone angrily.

Seeing that the screen returned to the text message editing interface, she immediately deleted all the text messages.

Agence France Presse Headquarters, Office of the International Director.

Bruce changed into a small orange suit today, and at this moment he resentfully put down his phone and picked up the cup of Middle Eastern coffee on his desk.

Just across from his desk, a white man with thinning hair asked, "What about Director Bruce, did your little reporter agree?"

"Hehe, it's okay." Bruce smiled, "She will agree, or I will suspend her funding indefinitely. Besides, don't forget, we can add filters and subtitles to any video content, and press releases also have professional Experienced editors are in charge. So rest assured, I'll give you what you want!"

"Very good." The white man on the opposite side stood up, buttoned his suit, reached out and shook Bruce, "I'm waiting to see your wonderful news at the embassy!"

Bruce sent him out of the office with a half-smile, closed the door with a sneer, and spat, "Bitch Mikie!"

Chapter 32 Where did these people come from?

Two hours later, twenty coat brothers were newly released.

The third group of people entered the barracks for training.

Zhang Ga first withdrew the militiamen, and the new two squads were still the old way, drawing people from the first squad to serve as the captains of the fourth and fifth squads.

Including the sixth team, although they are still training, they have already selected a captain in advance.

The experience bar is almost full, and it is possible to rise to the second level after one more battle.

In the base operation command room, Zhang Ga led six team leaders and formed a circle around a three-dimensional projection sand table.

"The security here is quite tight. There are light and dark posts on the outside, and a watch tower in the middle."

Sangbiao pointed to the area of ​​the Kamash tribe on the sand table and said in a low voice.

There was no expression on his face, but there was still a bit of vigilance and solemnity in his tone.

Obviously, after previous encounters and firefights, Sangbiao has a new judgment on the enemy's professionalism and combat effectiveness.

A large area of ​​the sand table is still in a state of fog, and the Kamash tribe only shows a small piece of terrain on the edge.

Around the Fakhru Valley, you can still see three small green dots, which are constantly moving in a circle.

It was the three huskies released by Zhang Ga.

At this time, the three huskies who were exploring the road had already expanded the field of vision around the valley by two circles.

"Tell me, what do you think about the current situation?" Zhang Ga looked around.

Liang Kun tilted his neck and said in a hoarse voice: "Our situation is no longer a secret. There were so many people watching the battle group last time, and only three tribes came to join us in the end. What about the rest? It is because we know that we are few. Either they are still on the sidelines, or they are still turning to the thugs."

Zhang Ga nodded. Although Liangkun's voice was too hoarse and his voice was unpleasant, there was nothing wrong with his opinion.

"Because of this, I wondered why the enemy didn't just call us when they knew that there were only thirty of us?"

Several squad leaders shook their heads.

The crow smiled: "Maybe they like to do it at night."

Sangbiao glared at him, but still nodded and said, "It's not impossible."

At this moment, several red dots appeared from the edge of the field of vision on the sand table.

Soon more and more flashing red dots came towards the valley, and there were thirty or forty at first glance.

The edge of the field of view on the sand table is only two to 300 meters away from the valley.

Sangbiao has already drawn his gun.

Liang Kun held the rifle strap with one hand, and inserted the other hand between the two buttons of the coat.

The crow gun didn't leave his hand, and at this moment, with a click, he pushed the safety on very arrogantly.

"Everyone, go say hello to the guests! Don't save bullets, show me the momentum of a hundred people!"

Zhang Ga waved his hand.

He judged that this group of people should be the reconnaissance team.

Follow the mountain ridges on the side to find out what's true or false here.

Since the other party knows that there are only thirty of them, then give them a little surprise, a little surprise.

The five squad leaders, leading their respective teams, quickly gathered in the direction where the enemy was coming.

Zhang Ga once again summoned the militiamen to stand by in the valley at any time, creating an atmosphere of looseness on the outside and tightness on the inside.

"Boom boom boom!"

The militia had just assembled when a series of grenade explosions sounded behind the side mountain.

Then there was a dense rain of gunshots. Fifty men in coats each held two guns, an AK-47, and an Uzi.

They stood on the ridge, a hundred guns spit out flames, and a lot of bullets poured down on the enemy's heads.

The reconnaissance team of the "thug" legion had already dispersed almost at the moment when the grenade exploded, each of them retreated to find a bunker, and waited for an opportunity to counterattack.

But they came here out of passivity, secondly, they were attacking upwards, and thirdly, they didn't expect so many people to suddenly appear in the valley.

This is completely inconsistent with their intelligence!

"withdraw!"

The commander decisively issued an order, dropped a few corpses, and quickly retreated with the wounded.

……

"My lord, I can assure you that Fakhru only has thirty fighters!"

An old man with a slightly wretched appearance and an extremely flattering smile was swearing in front of the wild wolf.

The wild wolf waved his hands expressionlessly, and someone immediately took the old man down.

This is already the fifth tribal chief who has pledged to him.

The intelligence given by these people is quite consistent-Fahru has only thirty fighters.

But the wild wolf still chose to treat it with caution and sent a 35-member reconnaissance team.

It's not that he doesn't trust these chiefs and elders.

It was really those thirty people who appeared too strangely.

A little-known small tribe, it is said that they didn't even have a gun before.

However, thirty well-trained soldiers suddenly appeared, thirty against two hundred, and they also played a strange battle loss ratio of 0 to 150+.

In particular, the squad tactics suspected of being hidden dragon military academy made the wild wolf feel even more vigilant.

Thirty people suddenly appeared from them two days ago, but today, will another hundred people suddenly appear?

If I rush out rashly, will the other party take out a few more Italian cannons to fuck me?

Before figuring out the origins of these people, Wild Wolf still decided to wait and see.

The wild wolf took a cigarette in his mouth and walked out of Sapir's big house, frowning in thought.

The reconnaissance team should have touched the edge of the valley where Fakhru is at this moment, and if the other party is alert enough, there will be an exchange of fire soon.

Just when he was thinking this way, a sudden burst of gunfire echoed densely and continuously among the mountains.

"Grass!" The wild wolf opened its mouth wide in surprise, and the smoke fell to the ground with a "click".

The number of gunshots... really suddenly appeared 100 people?

The subordinates who followed were also stunned.

"It seems that there are more than 30 people, right?" The little boss who was ranked 400 away was shocked.

"At least 47 guns, maybe 300. AK-[-] and Uzi should be complete sets of equipment, not like miscellaneous weapons." Ranked [-]+ in a worried tone, "It's a bit like a regular army, but not exactly like... "

Yelang nodded and said, "It's the quality of a regular army, but the team composition is very strange."

"What do you mean?" 400 away, frowning, "Why is it strange?"

300+ explained: "At present, the popular formation of regular army squads in various countries generally includes several riflemen, two machine gunners, anti-armor and even grenadiers, and may also be equipped with a sniper. But listen to their guns. Sound, the weapons are too uniform, and the combat function is too single. The regular national army will not prepare it like this.”

Even the rebels in small African countries will have a few AK-47s and a pickup truck with a machine gun.

In real war, there is no such thing as a full rifle, and there are too many restrictions.

As for weapons, neither Wild Wolf nor 300+ mentioned it.

After all, weapons can be changed. Since the opponent wants to pretend to be Brother Dayi, it is impossible for him to come out with the standard weapons in his army...

The wild wolf thought for a long time, and said to the two subordinates: "You guys continue to stay here to investigate, and I will go back to the camp to apply for a combat satellite. I want a definite result within two days!"

After finishing speaking, he beckoned to his jeep, took out the satellite phone while getting in the car, and dialed a number:

"We suspect that there is a military base of a major country hidden in the target valley, and request air reconnaissance again, the coordinates..."

Chapter 33

The whole day has passed.

It wasn't until the next afternoon that Zhang Ga remembered that he forgot to make a call.

It's the phone number from Perak Perak.

But it's strange to say that not only did he forget, but the other party seemed to have forgotten too, and there has been no movement at all until now.

Maybe the bosses of the batch station have changed their minds?

Maybe it's because the dancing area has a lot of traffic...

And it's not just the batch station, even Odina's side seems to have nothing to say.

The 10 euros that I interviewed myself yesterday was not credited to the account.

Although the group performer I found was a little perfunctory, but if you don't give 10, you have to give [-] to [-], right?

But why didn't you see Odina?

Didn't the female reporter want to shoot this and that two days ago?

Zhang Ga glanced at Odina's door and shook his head.

The number of coat brothers in his hand has increased to 60 people.

The forty young adults selected again are already in place, ready for training at any time.