The U.S. military is losing its Afghan Vice-Khan, its control over Afghanistan is greatly weakened, and a major troop withdrawal can be said to be the general trend.
From the U.S. government to the U.S. soldiers.
Everyone knows that Afghanistan will not last long and they will have to pack up and leave soon.
As an American soldier living at the bottom, Hansen didn't want to get into any trouble. He just wanted to get through the last stage safely and return to the United States intact. It was not a shameful thing.
After all, they were originally a group of invaders, and it was normal for them to be driven away.
Hansen is a very cheerful and talkative person. He started the car and started chatting: "Mr. Gibran, where are you from?"
"I'm from Chicago." Long Zhan replied.
"Wow, Sin City, no wonder you are so strong. In that place, if I don't grow as strong as you, I feel like I won't be able to grow up." Hansen said humorously.
"It's still fun. If you have itchy hands and want to punch someone, you can find them all over the street. It's not troublesome at all."
Long Zhan also showed American humor, and then asked: "What about you?"
"I?"
Hansen smiled and said: "I am a cosmopolitan family. My father is a professional soldier. He has been a Marine Guard for 12 years, and I have been running with him for 12 years."
"Really? Growing up in the Marine Corps is pretty good," Long Zhan said.
"Of course, otherwise why would others say I am the son of a Marine, haha." Hansen laughed.
Long Zhan and Hansen were chatting in the car, but the car couldn't pick up the speed at all. The driving environment in crowded Kabul was too poor.
Pedestrians here have no sense of yielding to cars and just wander around on the road.
Not only are children running around in groups on the road, ignoring cars, but adults are also doing the same, treating the road as their own back garden.
Especially for people driving a group of sheep, it is simply a nightmare for the car.
Unless you take a detour and go through another road, you can only walk slowly behind you, because if you have money, you won't give way at all.
These are pretty good, but they block the road and the car can't drive very fast.
The maximum speed is 10 kilometers per hour.
The most troublesome thing is that because the Tali version is getting stronger and stronger, the resistance consciousness of the Afghan locals is becoming more and more fierce, and the Afghans have no way to effectively control it.
Afghans can be seen everywhere on the streets, holding various signs against the United States.
There were even Afghans who clarified the situation, holding signs and blocking the road. Under the leadership of the organization leader, they kept shouting various anti-American slogans.
As a standard American, I feel a little uncomfortable in this anti-American world.
At this snail's pace, Hansen drove the Toyota Cruiser all the way and arrived outside the US Embassy half an hour later.
There were protesters on the streets elsewhere, but the situation at the U.S. Embassy was the worst.
Hundreds of Afghans holding various signs and even writing words on paper stuck to their chests blocked the door of the US Embassy.
The sign reads:
"Americans are not welcome in our country."
"Americans are aggressors, not saviors."
"If you have unlimited freedom of speech, please accept our reaction calmly."
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Various slogans emerged in endlessly, and the Afa people holding the slogans were very excited, raising their hands in the air and shouting heartbreakingly.
Seeing a car coming from the gate, the group of protestors did not leave. Instead, they swarmed over and surrounded the car.
"Home sweet home is here."
Hansen seemed to be used to this kind of scene and was in the mood to make a little joke.
Regardless of the fact that the car was surrounded by water, it still kept driving forward at a slow speed, basically moving forward against the four-dimensional crowd.
"Is this place so chaotic? Don't all domestic newspapers write that Afghans like the United States very much?"
David had never seen such a battle before. He was so frightened that he closed the window. He was still nervous through a layer of glass, for fear that people from outside would rush in.
"Don't worry, this kind of protest is commonplace. They are just bluffing. If someone really makes trouble, those guys inside will rush up immediately and push their compatriots to the ground."
Hansen looked at the Afghan guards wearing body armor outside the embassy door.
"Who are they? They are not American soldiers." David asked.
"These people are the local royal guard."
Hansen joked in a humorous way and explained: "They surrounded the embassy, and the outside circle is their territory."
At first glance, these security guards looked like Afghans armed with guns. They were indeed Afghan security guards hired by the embassy.
They guard the most dangerous side of the gate, and all American soldiers work inside. This is the most common method used by the U.S. government in war-torn countries.
That is to say, the local people are allowed to bear the danger, and our own people can be as safe as possible.
Seeing the Toyota Cruiser approaching, two Afghan guards came up and roughly pushed the person aside to make it easier for the car to enter.
Until the car came to the gate and stopped at the closed entrance of the embassy.
From the security booth next to the gate, an Afghan guard walked out and came to the cab door and said: "Hey, man, you came back very quickly. Are you okay?"
"We're very good."
Hansen stretched out his hand for a fist bump, and then introduced to Long Zhan and the other two: "Mohammed, the first person in charge of our Royal Guard."
Then he introduced Long Zhandao: "The ambassador's distinguished guest, Mr. Gibran, came here specifically to discuss business. Next to him is his companion David."
"Welcome here. If you need anything, feel free to tell me and I will help you. I have more connections here than on the Internet."
Muhammad is so awesome, but I don't know if he is really that strong.
"Then I'd like to thank you first." Long Zhan said with a smile.
"Open the door, man."
Hansen patted Muhammad on the chest and signaled him to hurry back to them.
"see you later."
Muhammad raised his hand and saluted, returned to the guard room and pressed the switch.
"laugh--"
There was a sound of motor current.
The embassy door, which looked very bulky at first glance, retracted under the drive of the motor, revealing the door leading to the inside of the embassy.
There is a guard box on the left side of the door, and a larger cement flat-roofed room on the right side.
Standing next to him were several Jarhead guards wearing camouflage uniforms and armed only with pistols.
At this glance, we can see that the Marine Corps is responsible for all security work at the embassy.
The road was completely sealed with cement blocks, leaving only a road just like a car frame, with a red and white crossbar blocking the middle.
When I saw the Toyota Cruiser driving in, the red, white, and red crossbar automatically went up.