On the night they returned to Kazan, the Queen and the historians were naturally upset. But in the remote port of Darwin, Australia, there were people who were even more passionate than them.

"This will be the first official mission of the Colorful Elephant"

In the basement of the villa, Kshatriya, who is the leader of the colorful elephants, is sitting precariously, listening with suppressed excitement to the explanation of the lady wearing a black hood across the table.

"This competition is just a small test of your work ability."

Girl Hela, who had one hand on the stun gun at her waist, said, "This is also the first time that the colorful idol appears in the online world. The speech has been prepared for you. You can arrange for the most capable subordinate to prepare it."

,Is there any problem?"

"Yes sir"

The Kshatriya stood up excitedly and saluted with an exaggerated chest and abdomen. He suppressed his excitement and asked doubtfully, "I do have some questions."

"Tell me about it," the slightly relieved Hela girl responded calmly. She thought the other party was going to show off her bestiality.

"I don't understand what this kind of thing has to do with the Cow Urine Kingdom." asked the former Kshatriya.

"Recruitment has invaded many countries, including the United States and China."

Girl Hela explained, "If we can sanction the invaders who have invaded most countries in Asia in this way and correct their history of hypocrisy and mistakes, everyone will know who can lead Asia in the future."

"I! I understand!" the Kshatriya said excitedly, "The war between the future leader and the former invader, this is our opportunity to make a name for ourselves!"

"That's right. The Ministry of National Defense did not choose the wrong person." The Hela girl wearing a hood praised seriously, "I'll give you five days to arrange a spokesperson. Is there any problem?"

"No problem!" the former Kshatriya said excitedly, "I can personally..."

"You are the core figure of the Colorful Elephants. Let the people you choose do this. You have to hide in the darkness like a poisonous snake." Miss Hela reminded her seriously as before.

"Yes, yes! That's right! I was negligent!"

"For the great cow urine country"

"For the great cow urine kingdom!" This former Kshatriya shouted the slogan he set.

"Get ready as soon as possible and record in this basement."

Miss Hela said, "After completion, if you do well enough, I will take you to another place to hibernate."

"Where to go?"

"This is not what you should ask"

"I will keep my people strictly confidential!" The man, whose whole body began to tremble with excitement, once again raised his chest and abdomen excessively, stamped his feet, and saluted.

Girl Hela, who also returned the military salute solemnly, with the corners of her mouth beginning to twitch, left along the secret passage leading to the basement next door, and locked the heavy iron door from the other side.

"idiot"

The Hela girl quietly commented on the impression the other party had left on her in a voice that only she could hear, then left the basement and drove away in the car in the garage.

Early the next morning, a sudden heavy snowfall forced Wei Ran to suspend his morning jogging habit, but Suisui got up with enough energy. After washing up anxiously, she hurriedly greeted the girls and rushed to the next door.

's office.

She did have enough reasons to be anxious. She wanted to finish filming the movie before spring. Not only did she have to raise actors and props, but she also had to choose a suitable venue and deploy a camera crew.

In the spirit of sharing happiness and suffering together, she naturally cannot let her man sleep in.

In desperation, Wei Ran could only get up and tap on the keyboard to "edit" everything that happened on the island into a script like a running account.

Compared with their busyness, Beria and the little lamb were running around happily in the snow. Their unrestrained joy was really enviable by a certain historian.

In any case, two-legged people cannot be compared with four-legged pets.

When Wei Ran typed all the memories about that island into the computer, it was already approaching noon.

Ninel's phone call came again just before lunch was served on the table.

Yawning and making another promise, he accompanied Suisui to finish the work meal, then reluctantly got into the basement of the library and opened the locked door of the workshop.

After locking the door and doing his usual inspection, Wei Ran replenished the metal book with all the supplies he could, and then he dug out the things and files that Ninel had sent before and checked them again.

"Afhan, Affhan, whoever hits the special number is a fool."

Wei Ran rubbed his face vigorously and muttered, then lit another cigarette to calm his slightly uneasy mood.

It wasn't until the cigarette burned out that he put out the cigarette butt, took out a pen, wrote some keywords on a sticky note, and posted it on the desktop.

Putting away the pen, Wei Ran exhaled a strong breath, even picked up a bottle of gin on the table, opened it and took a sip before taking out the metal book.

Amidst the clattering sound of turning pages, Wei Ran, who was anxious, nervous and even scared a second ago, breathed an inexplicable sigh of relief, and even his breathing and heartbeat became much more stable.

Amid the mixed emotions of not knowing whether they were expectations or not, the metal quill drew a Mi-24D armed helicopter on the pale yellow paper, as well as four men taking a group photo in front of the helicopter.

Just like the photo found in the file provided by Ninel, three of the four men were wearing flight suits, one was wearing an afhanka, and he had a cross armband on his cuffs.

As he waited more and more calmly, the metal quill also wrote down lines of words that he needed to remember:

Act 1

Role identity: Freelance journalist Victor

Return mission: Assist in completing weapon transfer and position camouflage, take at least one group photo and three individual photos, no killing is allowed throughout the process

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Language task: eliminate unexploded aerial bombs

grass...

Wei Ran muttered and let the strong white light cover up everything in his field of vision. In this white light, he also saw something he could use.

A Heinze pie oven, a British compass, a flashlight, a sapper shovel, a food knife, a British army kettle, as well as a Nikon SP camera and a US military butt bag containing film, a half-frame camera, developing solution and other items.

The props are not too many, but they are not too few either.

When the white light faded, the cold, windy sand, and the smell of sheep's smell hit his face. Then, he also noticed what seemed to be riding underneath him.

Blinking hard to regain his vision, the first thing he saw was a field of barren mountains and a winding road at the foot of the mountains in the distance.

He lowered his head and saw that he was riding a black donkey, with a brown hard leather suitcase about 22 inches in size fixed behind him.

He was wearing an earthy yellow robe, and outside of the robe was a dusty knitted wool vest, and around the outside was a wool blanket stained with a lot of sand.

He wore a pair of loose overalls on his lower body, with the trouser legs stuffed into a pair of camel leather boots and a simple band around the boot cuffs.

In addition to these, he also has a gray-blue scarf wrapped around his head, a Minolta X700 camera with a leather case hanging around his neck, and he even has a thick beard.

Looking ahead, there is a group of less than 10 goats. Some of these goats have four RPG rockets tied with ropes, some have a bullet chain wrapped around them, and some simply have two pockets of loose bullets hanging on them.

Looking further ahead of these sheep, there is a young man who looks to be no more than twelve or thirteen years old. He does not have any riding. But on his back, he is carrying an old Lee-Enfield rifle.

Behind him were two donkeys, carrying a Soviet-produced KPV 14.5mm anti-aircraft heavy machine gun and its mountain anti-aircraft tripod base.

On both sides of the two donkeys, there was a man dressed similar to himself. One of them looked to be about sixty years old, and the other looked to be about twenty-four or five-year-old.

In addition to a Bobosha hanging on his shoulder, the older one also carried an additional Stinger anti-aircraft missile.

Another young man, in addition to an RPG, also carried a Stinger anti-aircraft missile launcher in a canvas pocket. Judging from its heavy appearance, that launcher might also have an anti-aircraft missile.

Behind these two people, there were no more people or animals.

After a moment of hesitation, Wei Ran turned over and got off the donkey, then looked at the two people behind him and patted his shoulder again.

"Victor, we can carry it."

The older one said in relatively proficient Russian, "You ride on it, it's the donkey you bought yourself."

"I want to come down for a walk, but I don't want to let my donkey rest, so put your things up there."

Wei Ran, who was slightly relieved, took a single photo of each of them and a group photo, and also responded in Russian.

After a slight hesitation, the old man said something to the young man next to him in a language he did not understand. The latter nodded shyly towards Wei Ran and said "thank you" in unfamiliar Russian.

Then, the two of them tied the anti-aircraft weapons on their shoulders to the sides of the donkey Wei Ran had just been riding.

"How far away are we?" Wei Ran asked, having nothing to say, "Besides, your Russian is really good."

“You have to wait until after dark to get there.”

The old man replied, "Before the war started, I studied in Moscow for a long time. But that was all before the Red Prince launched Zheng Bian."

"That was indeed a long time ago."

Wei Ran paused and continued to ask, "Didn't this young man and the young man in front learn Russian?"

"Habibullah has only studied English. He has no good impression of the Soviet Union and does not want to learn Russian at all. In fact, if it were not for this war, he would have had the opportunity to study in the United States."

The old man said helplessly, "The war started before Multaza even had time to go to school. He can only write his own name now, but Habibullah and I sometimes teach him some knowledge."

"The war will probably end soon."

After Wei Ran finished speaking, he asked, "Can I know your Avhan name?"

"Mahboob Sarwari," the old man said with a smile, "Do you need me to teach you how to write it?"

"I'm afraid I'm on the same level as Multaza in this regard."

Wei Ran said in a joking tone, "Can I go to the front and take a photo of him?"

"Of course you can, but you have to be careful."

Mahbub reminded, "We may encounter those Soviets at any time."
To be continued...