Desert weather is like this, very strange. Except for no snow or rain, other extreme weather conditions can be seen here.
It was past one in the middle of the night and Yang Jing was not sleepy at all. He put on his coat and prepared to go out for a look.
As soon as he opened the door, Carl Morris and the others who were sleeping on the floor in the hall were awakened. Yang Jing waved his hand and said, "It's okay, you guys continue to sleep, I'll just go to the door to check."
It turned out that the door wouldn't open when he pushed it. Fortunately, there was a mercenary on night duty outside. He used a shovel to clear the sand at the door and then opened the door.
The strong wind just now was actually a severe sandstorm, which brought sand as thick as 40 centimeters, directly blocking the door.
The temperature in the desert had dropped to around five degrees in the middle of the night. After the sandstorm, the air was still filled with fine sand that made one's nose itch. No wonder the two mercenaries on duty outside covered themselves up as if they were enduring it.
After standing outside for a while, Yang Jing felt a little unbearable due to the cold. Besides, there was nothing to see, so Yang Jing could only go back to the house and sleep in disappointment.
"Hehe, it's not pleasant here at night, right?" Seeing that Yang Jing had only been out for a short while and then came back with a gloomy face, the fat man lying in the quilt laughed.
Yang Jing shook his head and said nothing. The fat man smiled and said, "When I first came here, I was just like you. I also wanted to see the stars in the sky in the vast desert without any pollution, but I almost froze to death..."
"The desert is really not a place for people to stay at night," Yang Jing complained.
The fat man added: "What's the use of night? Even ghosts don't want to stay here during the day!"
Yang Jing was speechless. Fatty's words were too classic. In desert areas, especially the Sahara Desert, the temperature may be lower at night, but it won't freeze people to death. After all, the extreme minimum temperature here is only zero degrees. But the daytime temperature is not so good. According to records, the highest temperature in the Sahara during the day can reach 58 degrees Celsius, and the surface temperature is as high as nearly 80 degrees!
In this kind of temperature, let alone humans, even ghosts would have to kneel down!
"Okay, forget it. This place is just like this. It has been like this for tens of thousands of years. Go to sleep. We have a lot to do tomorrow."
Yang Jing looked at the watch and it was already two o'clock, so he prepared to go to bed.
As a result, just two minutes after I lay down, there was a gentle knock on the door.
Yang Jing sat up suddenly, and the fat man asked in a daze, "What's wrong?" This guy always falls asleep quickly, and he can fall asleep almost as soon as his head touches the pillow.
Yang Jing put on his coat and opened the door. Standing outside the door was Chris, but there was a nervous look on Chris's face.
"Boss, put on your clothes quickly. There seems to be someone outside who shouldn't be here."
"Well, what's going on?" When Yang Jing heard this, the sleepiness that had just come up disappeared immediately.
"They might be Libyans. Martin just reported over the radio that more than a dozen vehicles came from the east, behaving suspiciously. They are suspected to be Libyans." The Martin that Chris was talking about is named Kevin Martin, the deputy captain of Carl Morris's mercenary team. He is the leader of the second shift on duty today.
There were two mercenaries on duty at night. One was on guard around the room where Yang Jing was staying, while the other would go to the tallest building in the residential area, a communication tower that was more than 40 meters high, to conduct a large-scale security. The second shift on duty tonight was Kevin Martin, who was on guard duty on the tower.
At this time, the fat man also came over with his clothes on. Yang Jing whispered the situation to the fat man, and the fat man immediately got annoyed.
"Damn it, no need to judge, it must be those fanatics from Libya! These bastards, this place has changed its owner, and they still dare to come here!"
"What? Have the Libyans been here before?" Yang Jing asked.
"Well, that was the third day after we took over this oil field and the refinery in the south. The Libyans crossed the border from Tunisia in the east to intimidate us and demand money from us. But that time they were scared away by the factory protection team. This time they sneaked over at night, obviously with bad intentions. Linzi, call 5588 and notify the factory protection team to be prepared!"
The factory protection team mentioned by the fat man is the armed protection force specially formed when China builds factories in foreign countries. These people are mostly retired soldiers from the country. There are about twenty of them, and they are all equipped with weapons officially licensed by Algeria.
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