The two people walked towards the north one after another. There was no map, no compass, and no satellite positioning system. Zhao Ziyang could only rely on his own experience to explore the depths.

As for the little wild cat following behind, it hummed a little tune, jumped back and forth and looked at the scenery. From time to time, it took out an apple and took a bite. Occasionally, when it got excited, it climbed up a big tree in three or two steps, stepping on the branches and moving forward.

Take away.

Of course, this is not Qinggong, but she has a very clear grasp of the flexibility of each branch, and can use the force of rebound to send herself to another branch. It seems simple, but in fact it is very difficult. Just this one

I'm afraid you have to train your skills from a young age to develop your skills.

"Zhao Ziyang, I saved your life, how do you want to repay me?" The little wild cat caught up with Zhao Ziyang and made a request to Zhao Ziyang while chewing an apple.

"A gentleman must not repay a favor." Zhao Ziyang, who was looking for traces on the mountain and forest floor, had no time to pay attention to her and directly threw out such words.

"Hehe... I am not a gentleman, I am a little girl." The little wild cat grinned and said with a longing face: "How about you let me join your mercenary group? I will treat it as you repaying your kindness. A gentleman has a kindness.

It is not virtuous not to retaliate."

"No." Zhao Ziyang refused the little wildcat's request, feeling disappointed in his heart: Join? I don't know if there are any lurkers...

The feeling of loss, Zhao Ziyang was sure, was a feeling of loss, as if he suddenly lost his home.

The vampire-like Pandora, the most noisy Blade, the honest Omo, the perverted Mandala, the serious Scythe Hand... these faces flashed before Zhao Ziyang's eyes one after another, including Si, who had never cared about him.

Watt.

It's as if these people have inadvertently taken over their hearts, and their subconscious has recognized that they are comrades who can stop each other's bullets on the battlefield.

"If..." Zhao Ziyang stopped and said to the little wild cat with a bitter mouth: "If possible, I will recommend it to the group leader."

Captain Black Eagle, the calm yet arrogant leader, may be tortured by the US military. Zhao Ziyang respects Black Eagle from the bottom of his heart. His demeanor is very similar to that of the captain who died in the battle.

An absolutely excellent commander.

The most important thing is the belief of leader Heiying, which Zhao Ziyang admires. But he never imagined that he would be betrayed by his former brother of life and death, and betrayed so completely. This is a deep sadness.

"Okay!" The little wild cat jumped up happily. After doing two somersaults in the air, he stood in front of Zhao Ziyang with a red face and said: "Don't lie to me, don't go back on your word, otherwise I will run to your house and act miserably."

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After hearing this, Zhao Ziyang shook his head, glanced at the little wild cat without missing a beat, and seemed to understand something in his heart.

"Ouch, toothache..." The little wild cat threw away the apple in his hand, covered his mouth, and furrowed his beautiful brows, showing a look of pain.

Eating too many apples will cause toothache, everyone knows this.

"Don't move!" Zhao Ziyang made a low voice, squatted down and picked up a 7.62mm rifle cartridge case from the ground.

The shell shone with golden light, and there was fresh grease on the shell. The smell of gunpowder inside was still very strong. It could be concluded that it was a shell from an AK rifle, and it had not been fired for long.

"Of course I won't move, look." The little wild cat raised his hands, pouted his lips in a grimace, and asked Zhao Ziyang to look around in the distance.

About a hundred meters away, a group of heavily armed Taliban soldiers suddenly appeared. These soldiers were wearing long-distance running clothes with national characteristics, their faces covered with scarves, and they were holding AK-47 rifles and aimed at the two people.

In addition, there were two Taliban soldiers aiming at them with individual rocket launchers and yelling.

Zhao Ziyang can generally understand and speak a little of the language of Afghanistan. He once studied the official Persian language of Afghanistan in the Northwest Special Forces in order to meet the needs of some unconventional tasks on the China-Afghanistan border.

"Raise your hands!" a Taliban militant shouted at Zhao Ziyang in a commanding voice.

Following his shout, the AK rifle in his hand was raised towards Zhao Ziyang, showing off the force in his hand.

"Don't shoot, I'm a mercenary." Zhao Ziyang raised his hands high above his head and turned his hands over to show that he didn't have any weapons.

With a "crash", a group of Taliban militants surrounded Zhao Ziyang and the Little Wildcats, with dozens of rifles pressed against various parts of their bodies.

With a "pop" sound, a Taliban militant stabbed Zhao Ziyang's knee with the barrel of his gun, forcing him to kneel to the ground.

With his knees weak, Zhao Ziyang stood up straight, his waist straight, his head held high, his face full of arrogance.

Make him kneel down? No one can make him bend his knees except Zhao Ziyang's father and mother.

"You'd better be polite to me, otherwise I can't guarantee whether Omar will chop off your heads." Zhao Ziyang warned the Taliban militant in a cold voice, put down his hands, pressed the barrel of the gun with his chest, and walked forward.

One step forward.

Omar is the almost god-like leader of the Taliban militants. No one dares to disobey him. Omar first devoted himself to the jihad against Russian aggression. He started as a rocket launcher and was extremely brave in the battle. He once set a record

He had a glorious record of destroying four Russian tanks in the battle. He was wounded four times and lost his right eye in a battle. He was later promoted to deputy commander of the Islamic Revolutionary Army and was called the One-Eyed General.

After the Soviet Union withdrew its troops, Afghanistan fell into a warlord melee. Unwilling to settle for mediocrity, Omar recruited students from Islamic schools in the Kandahar refugee camp in Afghanistan to form the Afghan armed faction, the Taliban, which initially had only about 800 people.

The Taliban means "religious students" in Arabic. The Taliban shouted slogans to eradicate warlords, rebuild the country, oppose corruption, and restore business, which won the hearts of the people. Many commanders in southern Afghanistan joined his command, and gradually developed the Taliban into a national

The largest armed faction.

In March 1996, more than 1,500 Pashtun mullahs from all over Afghanistan gathered in Kandahar and held a two-week grand consultation meeting. They unanimously elected Omar as the "Emir", which means the leader of the believers. Held on April 4

The grand religious ceremony established Omar's position as the supreme leader of the Taliban movement.

Omar was chosen as leader not because of his political and military talents, but because of his piety and belief in Islam.

In September of the same year, the Taliban captured Kabul and quickly occupied 90% of the country's land, establishing the Taliban regime. Omar became the supreme leader who combined political power and spiritual leadership, and all decisions were made by him.

Later, because he refused to hand over the most wanted criminal in the United States, his father-in-law Bin Laden was invaded by the US military and was forced to abandon the town and enter the mountains and forests. He continued to lead the Taliban in their pious jihad using the favorable terrain of the mountains and forests.

His rights are supreme and he is also a saint in the hearts of the Taliban.

"Do you know our holy Caliph Omar?" a Taliban leader asked Zhao Ziyang with a suspicious face. When he addressed Omar, he made an Islamic pious gesture to show his sacred respect for Omar.

"Not only do I know him, I also know that you are dealing with the encirclement and suppression by the US military." Zhao Ziyang faced the opponent's gun with a confident face, glanced at the little wild cat who was also held against the gun and said: "You are conducting a holy war.

What we are fighting is a battle of faith. Maybe you have heard of the lurker mercenaries who have been helping you, and I am."

"Nonsense!" the Taliban leader shouted angrily: "Lurkers are our closest allies. They are extremely powerful. You are Japanese, how can you be a lurker?"

"Bah!" Zhao Ziyang spat out heavily, straightened his waist even more, and said proudly: "I am Chinese!"

When he heard the word "Chinese", the facial expression of the Taliban leader immediately relaxed a lot. Their enemy is the United States, and China is their friend to a certain extent, and the Chinese government is friendly, at least they think so.

Seeing the other party's expression, Zhao Ziyang let out a hearty laugh. He ripped off the soldier card from his neck and let the other party take a look, then he pulled the little wild cat and strode forward.

"Lead the way, otherwise it will delay our attack on the Norwegian reinforcements. I'm afraid you won't be able to shoulder this responsibility."

Zhao Ziyang's incomparable arrogance confused the Taliban leader. He had only heard of the Lurker, but how could he recognize the Lurker's soldier card? Besides, the Lurker only accepted the mission and carried out the mission without meeting them face to face.

With the victory of each battle, as the leader, he knew a little bit, but only a little bit.

Jihad is extremely important. The Taliban leader led Zhao Ziyang and the Little Wildcats towards the camp. But the guns were pointed at the two of them without any relaxation.

"Hey, Zhao Ziyang, you are such a man, let's do it together, shall we?" The little wild cat proposed to Zhao Ziyang in a low voice, with a look of eagerness to try.

"Shh..." Zhao Ziyang whispered to her with a mysterious face: "I lied to them. Once a fight breaks out, run as far as you can. Don't come to Afghanistan again if you have nothing to do."

After hearing this, the little wild cat suddenly showed anger. She pinched Zhao Ziyang hard and said angrily: "You want to deceive me? Don't think, I will rely on you!"

"Hahahaha..." Zhao Ziyang laughed loudly, which made the Taliban militants puzzled.

In fact, no one knew the pain in Zhao Ziyang's heart at this moment. It was originally a moderately difficult task, but now it has completely spiraled out of control.

The entire lurker group was completely dispersed and fell into a huge crisis that was about to wipe out the group. How could they continue their mission?

Now we can only take one step at a time. After entering the station, we immediately try to contact Seth to confirm his identity and look for other lurker mercenaries.

The mission was afraid that it would be impossible to continue unless the regiment leader was rescued. They could throw away their credibility, but they would not throw away any of their comrades. The two of them walked north one after another, without a map or a compass.

Without a satellite positioning system, Zhao Ziyang could only rely on his own experience to explore the depths.

As for the little wild cat following behind, it hummed a little tune, jumped back and forth and looked at the scenery. From time to time, it took out an apple and took a bite. Occasionally, when it got excited, it climbed up a big tree in three or two steps, stepping on the branches and moving forward.

Take away.

Of course, this is not Qinggong, but she has a very clear grasp of the flexibility of each branch, and can use the force of rebound to send herself to another branch. It seems simple, but in fact it is very difficult. Just this one

I'm afraid you have to train your skills from a young age to develop your skills.

"Zhao Ziyang, I saved your life, how do you want to repay me?" The little wild cat caught up with Zhao Ziyang and made a request to Zhao Ziyang while chewing an apple.

"A gentleman must not repay a favor." Zhao Ziyang, who was looking for traces on the mountain and forest floor, had no time to pay attention to her and directly threw out such words.

"Hehe... I am not a gentleman, I am a little girl." The little wild cat grinned and said with a longing face: "How about you let me join your mercenary group? I will treat it as you repaying your kindness. A gentleman has a kindness.

It is not virtuous not to retaliate."

"No." Zhao Ziyang refused the little wildcat's request, feeling disappointed in his heart: Join? I don't know if there are any lurkers...

The feeling of loss, Zhao Ziyang was sure, was a feeling of loss, as if he suddenly lost his home.

The vampire-like Pandora, the most noisy Blade, the honest Omo, the perverted Mandala, the serious Scythe Hand... these faces flashed before Zhao Ziyang's eyes one after another, including Si, who had never cared about him.

Watt.

It's as if these people have inadvertently taken over their hearts, and their subconscious has recognized that they are comrades who can stop each other's bullets on the battlefield.

"If..." Zhao Ziyang stopped and said to the little wild cat with a bitter mouth: "If possible, I will recommend it to the group leader."

Captain Black Eagle, the calm yet arrogant leader, may be tortured by the US military. Zhao Ziyang respects Black Eagle from the bottom of his heart. His demeanor is very similar to that of the captain who died in the battle.

An absolutely excellent commander.

The most important thing is the belief of leader Heiying, which Zhao Ziyang admires. But he never imagined that he would be betrayed by his former brother of life and death, and betrayed so completely. This is a deep sadness.

"Okay!" The little wild cat jumped up happily. After doing two somersaults in the air, he stood in front of Zhao Ziyang with a red face and said: "Don't lie to me, don't go back on your word, otherwise I will run to your house and act miserably."

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To be continued...