Dalai Buyana Desert.

Located in southern Libya, it is also an extension of the Sahara Desert. Even if you are lying down, the satellites in the sky may not be able to locate you.

The dusty off-road vehicle sped past, splashing dust. The mice that were digging the holes all poked their heads out alertly and curiously. Suddenly, they felt that when the sky darkened, they took off, and a vulture screamed, telling... This is the hunting ground.

Sobes sat in the passenger seat, a little tired. He picked up the mineral water and drank a few mouthfuls, looked at the watch, and compared the compass, "How long will it take?"

"It's only about ten kilometers." said the driving colleague.

Sobes nodded, held his hand, and was about to meditate for a while when he suddenly heard a roar. Looking outside, he saw a small drone covered in metal hovering over the sky.

"g-71?" Sobes murmured, "Our people are here."

This is a new reconnaissance aircraft under the Savior Company. According to the boss's instructions, the battlefield in the future will be controlled by humans, but this small drone will definitely be even better, so I spent a lot of money to create this g-71.

Carrying a 360° camera, it is light in weight, controls flight speed to 80 kilometers per hour, and can fly to a height of two thousand meters. Use a high-definition camera to scan the fleet and troops and send it back to the information center.

This drone has not been sold yet, but Sobes's intelligence agency has been equipped with it now, and he has the honor to have seen it, otherwise, how could he know?

I heard that the price above is about US$700.

This price...

Sobes seemed to see the prospect of his massive use by terrorist organizations.

He waved at the drone, and after about a minute or two, a sound came from the drone, "Report your number."

"07471!" Sobes shouted.

Mutasim, who was sitting behind, had also woken up. He stared at the drone with curiosity, closed his mouth, and refused to ask, because it was so low that he was Colonel Ka's son!

He is the richest small group of people in the world, of course, once.

Libya makes money by oil, while the family relies on oil to ascend to heaven.

The drone was quiet for a while, and then another voice came, "I'm glad to see you, Mr. Lieutenant, please drive towards the coordinates:***, **, we will meet soon."

After the other side finished speaking, they controlled the drone and left.

Sobes watched the other party leave, took out a flat-type instrument from the trim, clicked it a few times, and said to the driver, "Go here."

"What is this?" Mutasim finally couldn't help asking.

Sobes didn't raise his head, "Satellite Map."

Then he paused, turned his head, pointed to the top of his head, and said with a smile, "There are 2 satellites in the sky."

At the beginning of 1996, another one was launched.

It can basically achieve global coverage, and the equipment becomes more and more high-tech.

Mutasim is a little envious. This kind of GPS similar to Hawk Sauce is probably not able to be completed by few countries around the world. The main cost and research cost are too high. GPS is a new generation of satellite navigation and positioning system that has been developed in the 1970s, lasted 20 years, spent 20 billion US dollars, and was fully built in 1994. It has a comprehensive three-dimensional navigation and positioning function in sea, land and air.

And now it's only 1996, Somalia is equipped with this kind of thing?

To a certain extent, they are definitely not as good as the other party, but autonomy is the bottom line. When Colonel Ka was in power, he bought all the weapons and equipment in Libya, but what's the use? Selling it to you means that there are better ones.

Mutasim asked, “Is this sold?”

Sobes shook his head, "It will not be sold to the public for the time being, but I don't know in the future. Savior Company is developing a civilian version. At that time, borrowing satellites can lock in any location and help people with roadblocks find their destination."

He said it, but he didn't say it thoroughly.

But Mutasim felt Nicholas' ambition!

If this kind of technology is really made, wouldn’t it be more convenient to locate it in war? He also understood it slightly. There must be backend data. If a war occurs, these data will become the standard calibration of air strike operations.

He can actually be more bold.

If you want to register with your real name, you can get more data in the backend. According to your identity, you can master the places where an important role often goes, and you will gain a huge advantage before taking action.

So, technology changes war.

Similarly, technology makes people die without a complete body.

Mutasim didn't make a sound, dull, not knowing what he was thinking, but after driving for about 10 minutes, he finally arrived at his destination, which was close to the center of the desert, with many tents.

It is endless and surprising.

The air also smells of camels.

When everyone outside the tent looked at the sound of cars, they seemed to have bad eyes.

"This is the territory of a group of robbers." Mutasim murmured.

There are robbers in Libya. You hear that right. When Colonel Ka was there, the welfare was very good, but the desert nation has been very fierce since ancient times. Moreover, it is Libya. He thinks he is the savior of the Arab world, and many people prefer exciting life.

But Colonel Ka is very repulsive of such things. He even rejects his appearance and has had plastic surgery, not to mention these bandits.

Try to kill them.

Naturally, the Dalai Buyana Desert became their good refuge. The desert was too big. I drilled into it and even used the Sahara Desert to go to other countries. When the limelight passed, I came back. Mutasim knew that this was also a paradise for smuggling.

Sobes got out of the car and put his waist on his back, "Who is the person in charge!" The voice was loud.

His eyes swept over these robbers, and he was not worried at all.

These robbers actually knew that someone was coming, and even knew who they would have a meal with in the future. One of them nodded and signaled him to come with him, and took Sobes into a tent.

Mutasim was nervous outside.

"Will they do it?"

"It's okay, this car is bulletproof." The driver patted the steering wheel, accidentally honked the horn, and beeped. Mutasim saw the bandits smiling at him. He felt his neck chilling. When he leaned back, he was like an ostrich, as if he was saying, "I can't see me or I can't see me."

After about twenty minutes, Mutasim felt that he was so long. Sobes came out, followed by two or three people, talking and laughing, and pointed at the car. The driver said, "Let's go down, it's safe."

Mutasim came down reluctantly and was taken to Sobes and others.

"There are about 200 people here, which is the first batch. There are still people joining in the back, including weapons in the warehouse in Sand City. Don't worry, this is from the Somalia General Staff, and he will help you make plans."

Mutasim glanced at the man, and the other party smiled at him very friendly, then nodded, "We have received your request for help. On July 11, there will be troops coming, with about 30,000 people, including the Pan-Association Alliance and the NATO Alliance."

Mutasim was stunned when he said this, and he widened his eyes, "I have never asked for it, this..."

"No, you have asked, Mr. Mutasim, maybe you forgot to take the bus." The other party said slowly and seriously.

Suddenly, he understood.

It seems... it's dark!
Chapter completed!