Hong Mao also shook his head and whispered: "It's pitiful. This country has almost collapsed and is still fighting all day long. Don't you know how to live a good life?"
Zhao Liang curled his lips: "Hmph, how can those warlords with vested interests give up the interests they have obtained? In addition, major power groups are playing games here. I think Afghanistan is still poor! Damn, this is the way of the world."
After all, Qin Yan and the three girls were women. When they saw two children in the corner with big heads and small bodies, wearing only adult sweatshirts, they couldn't help but feel sorry for themselves, and put the three pieces of bread they had not eaten into the empty bowls in front of them.
The two children kept bowing and chattering words of gratitude.
Xu Wenbin seemed to have been used to seeing everything in front of him, and said calmly: "I traveled around Xinjiang and Central Asia in the early years. Everything here is too ordinary and not worthy of emotion. As long as our country is prosperous and healthy, the life and death of others is none of our business! Let's go.
Well, we need to find a contact person!"
Ren Xiaoyao nodded, loosened the veil on his face with some annoyance, and cursed in his heart: This damn outfit is so boring, how can anyone like to wear this kind of clothes? It's so depressing!
"Lao Xu, will we outsiders arouse the suspicion of these locals?" Hong Mao suddenly asked.
Xu Wenbin squinted his eyes and sneered: "Look at these people, today's dinner is not sure where they will be, how can they have time to mind our business!? The current situation in Afghanistan is complicated, and various interest groups often sneak in. These people have long been
It’s commonplace. As long as it’s not the local warlord toubob, no one will care about you. This is a no-nonsense zone, don’t worry!”
After hearing Xu Wenbin's words, everyone breathed a sigh of relief: This is a foreign land after all, and there is no room for carelessness.
At the moment, Xu Wenbin, who was familiar with the environment, led Ren Xiaoyao and the others through the streets and alleys to a small grocery store.
A middle-aged Islamic man with a big beard and a high nose was lying on the counter and taking a nap. Obviously, the business here was really unsatisfactory, but it was not surprising that there was a war.
Xu Wenbin stepped forward and patted the counter. The bearded boss woke up, opened his hazy sleepy eyes, and asked feebly: "What to buy?"
Of course, it's in Arabic.
Ren Xiaoyao looked at the dilapidated grocery store and frowned: There were only a few local specialties and daily necessities, and they hadn't been sold for who knows how long. There was a thick layer of dust. Is this also a contact station?
Then I saw that Xu Wenbin also spoke a few words to the bearded boss in Arabic. The bearded boss's eyes lit up, but his face calmly nodded and made a gesture of invitation.
Xu Wenbin motioned to Ren Xiaoyao to follow him, and they walked through the messy shops and arrived at the even more dilapidated heart of the courtyard.
There was no one around, and the bearded boss's face immediately changed. He was so happy and enthusiastic, and he almost choked with sobs and said in Chinese: "My name is Dasmi Arati, and I belong to the Second Bureau of the General Staff. Comrades
,Welcome, welcome you!" I held Xu Wenbin's hand and refused to let go.
Ren Xiaoyao smiled and said: "Comrade, there is no need to be so enthusiastic. How long has it been since you last seen your hometown people?"
Dasmi said with tears in her eyes: "Twenty years ago, I was ordered to lurk here, waiting for the country's call at any time. Unexpectedly, I have been waiting for twenty years. I haven't seen my hometown people in many years, which made everyone laugh, and some
Gaffe!"
Ren Xiaoyao and everyone were shocked: Twenty years, how many twenty years are there in life? This comrade devoted his youth and enthusiasm to the country and the nation and endured twenty years. This kind of loyalty is simply worse than
The rocks are both harder and wider than the sea.
The faces of Ren Xiaoyao and the seven others became solemn, and suddenly they all saluted Dasmi with a military salute.
As a soldier, there is no need to say much, everything has been done in the solemn military ceremony.
Dasmi shed tears and returned the military salute with some trembling. She had not returned the salute in twenty years. Dasmi's military salute was a bit unfamiliar, but she was still loyal and powerful.
"Thank you for your loyalty to the motherland, Comrade Dasmi!" Xu Wenbin became solemn in a rare moment, with a look of respect on his cynical face.
Dasmi wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and said hurriedly: "It should, it should! Oh, by the way, I was so rude that I forgot to ask you what help you need?"
"Is it safe here?" Ren Xiaoyao asked suddenly.
Dasmi shook her head and whispered: "Follow me."
Walking to the corner, Dasmi moved away a large bundle of sundries. Underneath was a dusty wooden board. When the wooden board was lifted, it was revealed to be a deep basement.
Dasmi groped down first, lit an oil lamp, and illuminated the basement: "Comrades, come in, and finally come in and open the door!"
Ren Xiaoyao and the other seven filed in along the stairs and opened the wooden door smoothly.
Ren Xiaoyao looked around: there was a row of large, sturdy cabinets in the corner, and he didn't know what was in them. There was also a large wooden table in the middle, with several stools around it. In addition, he didn't know how long it had been since the basement had been opened.
Yes, it was full of a pungent smell anyway.
"Comrade Dasmi, this time we were ordered to eradicate the home base of the East Turkestan People's Front, a terrorist organization. Their home base is in the mountains west of Jalalabad. Do you have relevant information and maps?" Xu Wenbin asked
.
"Dasmi nodded and said: Yes, yes! I usually pay great attention to collecting information in this area, and I have also developed some loyal downlines with the funds of the department. Just wait, I will get the information to you right away."
With that said, Dasmi opened a cabinet in the corner and started searching among many documents. Not long after, Dasmi took a scroll and put it on the table with a beaming face.
As soon as you open the scroll, the mountains, rivers and terrain within a hundred miles near Jalalabad will appear on the paper.
"As far as I know, the East Turkestan base should be in the Kabul Mountains west of Jalalabad. They often have people coming out to buy daily necessities near Jalalabad. As time goes by, their secret is no longer a secret. According to
I estimate that there are about two to three hundred of them, and their weapons and equipment are as mixed as the Weapons of All Nations Expo. But everyone is very fierce, and they are a group of extremely vicious people. You see, as long as you follow this dirt road on the edge of the town to
To the west, after crossing this small river and two big mountains, you can go deep into the Kakhar Mountains!" Dasmi carefully marked out the specific location of the East Turkestan Formation.
Ren Xiaoyao's seven people have an excellent memory. After reading it once, they can remember it clearly.
Ren Xiaoyao nodded and said: "Well, the mountain road from here is about sixty or seventy miles away. We will set off overnight and arrive at midnight! However, it is too far to walk by foot. Comrade Dasmi, can you help us get some