Before getting on the truck heading to North Darfur, Liu Guangyu checked his equipment for the last time.

"GPS, computer, camera, radio, water purification tablets, dagger, passport. Is there anything else you're missing?"

While arranging the messy equipment neatly, he asked the blue helmet next to him.

The blue helmet smiled and shook his head and replied:

"If you ask me, you still lack an armored vehicle and a 130mm main gun."

"North Darfur is no joke. No matter whether you are in Iran, Iraq or Chechnya, at least people still recognize your face and your Chinese passport."

"But there, you might not even have time to take out your passport."

"Even if you take it out, it's almost impossible for people to understand the words on it."

Liu Guangyu rolled his eyes and continued to pack his backpack.

"So what? It's better than nothing."

"Besides, the Sudanese Revolutionary Front group is an organized warlord after all, and they are different from the thugs in Mali and Chad. As long as the contact person is found, the danger should not be high."

"After all, they need media publicity too - I just have to pretend that I'm with them."

"How do you pretend?"

Blue Helmet asked.

"Human rights, children, environment, the three pillars."

"I will play whatever cards the Americans play."

"As soon as the time passed, I made a round of violent remarks, saying that the official rule in Darfur seriously violated human rights, children's rights were not protected, and they were even forced to take up guns to defend their homes. The environment was also damaged due to the constant war.

And suffered major damage. How about it, is there any smell from the BBC?"

Blue Helmet sighed and replied:

"There is indeed something wrong with it - but you'd better not say that you are from Xinhua News Agency. Our country cannot get involved in this kind of muddy water."

"I see."

Liu Guangyu nodded solemnly and continued:

"I will enter as a personal reporter. This is consistent with my past experience, and they will not doubt it."

Blue Helmet shook his head and warned in a serious tone:

"Not necessarily. The current leader of the Revolutionary Front is Hamidi. His character has always been very suspicious. If you want to contact him, you must be more careful."

"I know, I don't intend to involve it at such a high level."

Liu Guangyu zipped up his backpack and extended his right hand to Lan Helmet.

"Thank you for your care during this period. This is the last journey."

"If things go well, I will go directly to the capital Khartoum with the Revolutionary Front's negotiating team."

"If things don't go well, of course, I will try my best to send out news and information."

"Don't be so arrogant."

Lan Helmet held Liu Guangyu's hand and warned again:

"Remember, you are just going there to confirm what happened. There is no need to pursue the hidden truth."

"We just want to provide evidence for the military observation application, not to completely solve the problem here."

"Protect yourself first. As for whether you can achieve your goal, don't think so much."

"You are not the only one in this country, and this is not the only solution. Do you understand?"

"clear."

Liu Guangyu turned over and got into the truck, and the engine roared to life.

He waved to the blue helmet, turned around and ducked under the canvas.

Outside the truck, the familiar scenery continued to fade away, and Liu Guangyu's expression finally became serious.

In fact, he was not as calm as he appeared in front of the blue helmet.

At this moment, even though he was still thousands of kilometers away from the core battle zone in North Darfur, his heart was already beating violently.

Even before setting off, he had seen a lot of reports about North Darfur.

In those reports, most people used one word to describe the chaotic land:

living hell.

Ordinary people have no way to make a living, robbery is the only way out.

Warlords plundered everywhere, even children under the age of twelve.

Wild dogs eat corpses on the roadside, hungry vultures guard in front of people who are about to starve to death, and the stares between beasts and humans reveal the deepest despair in the world.

As we all know, the most famous photo of Cavinket was from this area.

Obviously, the situation here is much worse than those places he has stayed in before.

After all, whether it is Iran, Iraq or Chechnya, their decline was only due to war.

Suffering is temporary, and difficulties are also temporary. Even the two warring parties still maintain the most basic desire to rebuild.

However, Darfur is different.

It's already a bare land here.

If you want to escape the fate of death, you can only abandon your homeland and move to the richer capital.

Therefore, in this situation, morality must be a rare term.

If it were not for the purpose of gaining support from the international community and showing one's own "justice", I am afraid that the Revolutionary Front group would have already broken their skin.

Thinking of this, Liu Guangyu couldn't help but sigh deeply.

He realized that his action this time would definitely not go smoothly.

——

Of course, if you just go and take a look, that's fine.

But in my heart, just looking is not enough.

What I really want to do is to reveal to the international community the fig leaf that hides evil, and let everyone see who is the person who caused this series of suffering.

Who is sending weapons to Darfur?

Who led the split between the North and South Soviet Union?

Who imposed decades of sanctions on this country?

Who is openly fighting terrorism, but secretly condoning the brewing of terrorism here?

The answer is actually very clear, but until the evidence is thrown on the table, no one is willing to admit it.

And I am a journalist.

Since you don't admit it, I'll throw the evidence in your face.

With this idea in mind, Liu Guangyu spent six full days in the truck.

At first, there was silence in the wilderness, with only the chirping of insects, birds, and the occasional roar of wild beasts echoing in the night sky.

Gradually, sporadic popping sounds appeared in the air.

Those sounds are from AK-47s, from M-14s, from RPG rocket launchers.

The truck drove hard through this area, and at the end, another sound came from the intensive gunfire.

Those were human wails and screams.

After hearing this sound, Liu Guangyu immediately realized that his destination had arrived.

So, after the truck stopped, he turned over and jumped out.

The contact person of the armed organization who had been contacted for a long time had been waiting for a long time. After seeing Liu Guangyu, he walked forward enthusiastically and said:

“Welcome to Sudan.”

Behind him, on one side were piles of brand-new weapons and equipment, and on the other side were low, dilapidated houses and civilians with dull eyes.

The road in the middle is like the dividing line between hell and earth.
Chapter completed!