"Put your weapons down, put your weapons down, be smart and stay out of trouble."
Faisal shouted a warning in Afghani, which had some effect. The man in uniform rushed out, raised his gun and unloaded the magazine.
The man from the south next to him did the same thing, unloading the magazine and holding it separately.
The turbaned Afghan pointed at the door, and then said loudly in Alpha Chinese: "You can't be outside, let's go inside to talk."
Master Sergeant Comes did not understand Afghani and asked Faisal loudly, "What are they talking about?"
"He said let us go in and talk inside," Faisal translated.
"good."
Seeing that the Afghan was dressed like a police station director, Sergeant Major Comes nodded in agreement, and then waved to lead the way inside.
The group of people, including Long Zhan and Mail, all entered the house.
There was another Afghan in the house, wearing the same blue-gray uniform.
Sergeant Major Comes saw that the house was very spacious. There were only three policemen from the Afghan police station in total, and there was no danger in the house.
He gave the order: "Cooper, you stay at the door."
"yes!"
Cooper didn't close the door, kept it open, and stood at the door to look out.
The man in Afghan uniform, who looked like the boss, poured a glass of water from a cup and handed it to Faisal, and then spoke Afghani.
"What did he say?" Master Chief Comes asked.
"He said he would invite us to tea," Faisal replied.
"Thanks!"
Sergeant Major Comes took the cup and politely thanked him.
At this time, it was completely certain that the man in front of him was what the SEAL captain said he was good at. Master Sergeant Comes then held the cup and said: "Faisal, tell him that it was Master Sergeant John Fox who asked us to come. We need to contact him."
Base, let them come and pick us up."
Sergeant Major Faisal's father Komesh's words were conveyed to the director in Afghani.
"What's going on outside now?"
Long Zhan heard a dog barking outside and walked to the door and asked Cooper.
"No one is wandering around in the village. Everyone has returned home and the situation is not bad." Cooper shrugged, quite satisfied.
"What's going on with that phone? Why is he still filming there?" Long Zhan asked.
He stretched out the window of a mobile phone, which was facing the door of the police station. He took pictures from that angle and could completely monitor the entire police station.
"He's been filming there all the time, do you want to give him a little warning?" Cooper asked.
"It's better not to, stay vigilant." Long Zhan said.
Now in other people's villages, there are hundreds of people in other people's villages, so it is better to keep a low profile. It will be very troublesome if it arouses public indignation.
"Looks like we're going to be on the evening news," Cooper joked to himself.
“Maybe it’s Douyin.”
Long Zhan smiled, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Keep a close eye on it. Be careful that he carries a big pipe and it's hard to hit us."
It's important to have fun while serving as a soldier in the dangerous terrain of Afghanistan.
Otherwise, you will collapse under too much pressure!
"It's okay to stare at him. Can you give me a cup of tea? I'm really thirsty." Cooper laughed.
"let me try."
Long Zhan curled his lips, turned and left.
Just like he was at home, Shen Nong went straight to the table to pour tea, heard Faisal next to him, and then translated the words for Sergeant Major Comes.
"He said it was a pity that Fox died, and that he was a true friend of this village. Fox had helped him, so he would help us contact the base," Faisal translated.
Master Sergeant Comes was very happy to hear this and quickly pressed further: "Ask him how long it will take?"
Faisal communicated with the director, then turned to translate to Sergeant Major Comes: "He said right away, but before that, he wanted to know what happened to Anoush and asked if he was our prisoner."
"Just tell him no, he is our friend." Sergeant Major Comes said.
After Feisal translated to the director, the director frowned and said again in a squeaky voice that Long Zhan could understand.
It means: "She is Afghan."
Faisal translated to Master Sergeant Comes, who replied: "Yes."
"Then why is she with you? An Afghan woman is with a group of American soldiers. I think this is not normal." asked the director.
Faisal translated it to Master Sergeant Comes unchanged.
Hearing this question, Sergeant Major Comes was a little embarrassed for a while. He frowned and said, "This question is beyond my rank. I just want to escort him out and back to our base."
Faisal communicated with the director, and the director said very confidently: "She will be safe with me."
Long Zhan could actually tell from the director's words that he did not know Anush, but his attitude toward Anush seemed very serious.
"Tell him that I have orders and must take him back." Sergeant Major Comes was firm.
"He said he also had orders," Faisal translated.
"What do you mean by this?" Master Sergeant Comes's face turned cold.
"Because he is an Afghan and is not a prisoner of the Americans. As an Afghan policeman, he has the full power to protect Afghans. He must seek approval from senior officials before allowing us to take her away," Faisal translated.
"Okay, tell him, we don't have much time, the world is precious, and we need to get this done right away." Sergeant Major Comes said seriously.
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Marine Corps Base.
After searching for so long and still not finding anyone, Major Gavin was very emotional.
He pointed at his men and cursed: "I don't understand, we have satellites, we can see everything, we can see you idiots, we can see your bedroom.
But it’s been almost two days now, and there are so many manpower but five people can’t be found?”
Major Gavin was caught and sprayed, and the row of officers at the conference table were all sprayed with saliva, but they didn't dare to show any dissatisfaction on their faces.
"Because of the sandstorm, sir, they were ambushed and the communication equipment was broken, so it was difficult to find them," a captain explained.
"What about the air support? Can you help?" Major Gavin asked loudly.
"We still can't take off, sir," the captain replied.
"Son of a bitch!"
Major Gavin was so angry that he cursed and slapped the table hard.
"Sir, there is a convoy of Humvees at the frontline combat position in Cohen'an. They are closest to the incident." A lieutenant stood up and said.
"Cohen? That Royal Irish Regiment? We'd better not count on the Irish." Major Gavin became even more angry when he heard about this regiment.