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Chapter 1770: They are all amateur teams (Second update, please subscribe)
In Tarhuna, not far southeast of Tripoli, a low adobe house is hidden on the edge of the desolate desert, as if isolated from the world.

After nightfall, the cold desert wind whistled past, blowing up gusts of sand and dust, which hit the walls of the adobe house, making a slight rustling sound.

In the room, a dim oil lamp flickered on the table, illuminating several young and resolute faces. They were the core members of the "Free Officers Organization", sitting around a simple wooden table with serious expressions.

Gaddafi, in casual clothes, sat at the head of the table. Although he was young, he had absolute authority in the organization. He held a pencil in his hand and tapped the map spread out on the table. His voice was deep and powerful, with an unquestionable tone:

"The royal family's military deployment is clear. Tripoli is their core, and the king's guard, the Cyrenaica Guard, is stationed there. They are well-equipped and loyal to the king, and they are our biggest threat."

As soon as he finished speaking, the room fell silent. Everyone knew that the Cyrenaica Guard was the most difficult part of the coup plan. Gaddafi's eyes swept over everyone present, and finally stopped at his right-hand man, Moussa. Moussa was a thin but sharp-eyed young man. His fingers unconsciously rubbed the corner of the table, and he felt nervous and excited.

"Musa,"

Gaddafi's voice interrupted Moussa's thoughts and he turned his gaze to the lieutenant.

"You are responsible for the raid on the Cyrenaica Guard. This is the most critical mission. You can only succeed, not fail."

Musa raised his head and met Gaddafi's eyes. He took a deep breath and nodded:
"Understood. I will lead the team myself and ensure that the guards are completely under control."

Although his voice was calm, his heart was turbulent. He knew that this operation was not only about his own life and death, but also about the success or failure of the entire song. The Cyrenaica Guard kept appearing in his mind - those soldiers were well-trained. They not only received training from the Americans, but also used advanced weapons provided by the United States.

But he quickly suppressed these distracting thoughts and told himself: This is for the future of Libya and for the liberation of the people.

Gaddafi turned his gaze to Mustafa on the other side. Mustafa was a burly young man with a simple smile on his face, but at this moment his expression was unusually serious. Gaddafi said:

"Mustafa, you are responsible for occupying the Bekaa military camp and the radio station. After controlling the radio station, immediately announce our victory to the whole country."

Mustafa nodded and clenched his fists:

“I will make sure the radio station is in our hands.”

He was filled with a sense of mission, but also a little uneasy, because he knew that the radio station was the key to the success of the coup, and if he failed, the entire operation might fail.

Gaddafi's eyes finally fell on Jalloud. Jalloud was one of Gaddafi's most trusted comrades-in-arms. His eyes showed a calm and decisive look. Gaddafi said:

"Jalloud, you go to Tripoli and preside over the operation in the capital. The government buildings and royal institutions there must be quickly controlled."

Jarud nodded slightly, his voice steady:

"I will make sure Tripoli is under our control."

He was not too upset, as his years of military career had made him accustomed to facing pressure. He knew that although the operation in Tripoli was complicated, as long as it was carried out according to plan, there would not be too many problems.

Gaddafi's eyes swept over everyone again, and then he spoke:
"My friends, this is our moment to change the fate of Libya. We must unite and make sure every step is perfect."

There was an unquestionable firmness in his tone, and as he spoke, his eyes examined the friends in front of him.

The room fell silent again, with only the flame of the oil lamp flickering. Everyone's heart was filled with complex emotions - nervousness, excitement, fear, and anticipation. They knew that this coup was not only related to their dreams, but also to each of them. If it succeeded, their fate would change fundamentally, and if it failed... death was doomed to await them.

Musa's mind kept echoing Gaddafi's words:
"You can only succeed, not fail."

He clenched his fists and swore secretly in his heart: no matter what the cost, he must complete the mission.

Mustafa prayed silently in his heart, hoping that everything would go well. He knew that although his mission seemed simple, any negligence of any detail could lead to disastrous consequences.

Jalloud had already begun to think about the details of the operation in Tripoli. His calmness and rationality made him a key figure in this operation, but he also knew how heavy the burden on his shoulders was.

Gaddafi looked at these young comrades, feeling both relieved and worried. He knew that this coup was extremely risky, but for the future of Libya, he had no choice. If it succeeded, it would not only change the fate of Libya, but also theirs!
In fact, it was not only Gaddafi who thought so, but most other people also thought so.

Failure is rebellion, success is the song title!
His eyes fell on the map again, and he said silently in his heart:

“Libya’s future, and our future, is in our hands.”

The flame of the oil lamp swayed in the wind, as if bearing final witness to the coming storm. The desert outside the window was still silent, but in this low-rise adobe house, an action that would change history was quietly brewing.

……

Late at night on August 8, Gaddafi and the young officers took action as planned. Gaddafi ordered his important assistant Omar Mihaish to take an evening flight to the capital Tripoli to organize the takeover of the military camp.

When Mihaish arrived at Benghazi Airport, he found that the plane was full. He was stunned. What was going on?
What will happen if we fail to arrive in Tripoli on time?
Without thinking, Omar Mihaish broke out in a cold sweat on his back. Just when Omar Mihaish was in a dilemma, he thought of someone from the same tribe, who was an official at the airport, and he immediately went to his door.

Thanks to the help of the airport official, Omar Mihaish was able to get on the plane through the back door.

After arriving at the Tripoli airport, Omar hailed a taxi and went straight to the military camp. When he got off the car, he unknowingly left his weapons and bullets in the car.

Although there were many twists and turns, Omar finally arrived at the military camp first, and then took over the camp and the troops together with the officers organized in the camp. Although they were all grassroots officers, but... they were the ones who directly controlled the army.

In Benghazi, according to the plan, Gaddafi and two captains were to take over the Bekaa military camp and radio station at 1 a.m. When they were about to leave, two gendarmes came and asked them to help repair the motorcycle. Gaddafi said he would go tomorrow. After finally sending the two gendarmes away, another accomplice ran over in panic, saying that they had been exposed.

Despite this, Gaddafi decided

"We must deal with this situation at all costs! There is no way we can stop now!"

While encouraging his comrades, he personally filled the jeep with bullets and light machine guns, and then led the army to occupy the Benghazi radio station. When he looked back halfway, he was surprised to find that he was the only commander on the way to Benghazi.

It turned out that at the previous fork in the road, his convoy drove towards the Bekaa military camp. Gaddafi then drove alone on the road to Benghazi.

There were no lights along the way, nothing!

There was only one car and a few soldiers of Gaddafi.
From the beginning, this military coup looked almost like a farce, or in other words, no matter how you look at it, it was a typical farce. What was even more ridiculous was that the officer in charge of occupying the Tripoli National Radio Station drove around the city but couldn't find the station, so he had to return in a panic.

This is a "carefully planned" coup!

As for Jalloud and Honey, who were responsible for taking over the air defense forces outside Tripoli, they commanded 600 soldiers. When they took action, they found that there were only 1050 rounds of bullets available. However, even so, they did not stop the action. Fortunately, they did not encounter any resistance along the way.

However, such a hastily launched military coup with many loopholes was successful. When the coup took place, the Crown Prince and Prime Minister Prince Hassan Rida, who stayed in the country, was drunk in the palace.

He fled from the palace immediately after hearing the gunshots. In history, he would have hidden in the swimming pool, and then been discovered and arrested the next day. However, this time something unexpected happened. After the gunshots were heard in the palace, Hans, who had been prepared, asked the company's security personnel to pick up the crown prince who had fled in panic and hid him in a nearby villa.

At this time, the coup was still in progress. It was an almost bloodless coup. The Song Ming army only had a small conflict when it raided the royal guard in Benghazi. One person was killed and 1 were injured.

At the same time, after Gaddafi led his men into the Benghazi Radio and Television Building, he fired at the hall with a machine gun, and the machine gun immediately suppressed everyone.

Then he went straight to the on-duty announcer's room and asked the announcer to play military music. The panicked announcer played the song but it was not a march. When Gaddafi asked him to record the first statement of the song title, the announcer's tone was also panicked.

In the end, Gaddafi had to read the first statement himself - in fact, it was hastily prepared by Gaddafi, who scribbled a few key points on a piece of paper, and the rest was added on the spot during the broadcast.

Just like that, a farce was a success!

(End of this chapter)