After buying a few local clothes, wrapping ourselves in a headscarf, and grabbing the refugee cards that the bad scholar and others had obtained from the black market, we immediately headed to the train station in the north of Istanbul to take the train straight to Europe.

Although the scene of the railway station is overcrowded, as a Chinese who has to experience the baptism of the Spring Festival every year, I have seen the big scene of thousands of empty alleys, and I have full confidence and eagerness to try this railway station war that is about to take place in a foreign country.

As a result, the cruel truth has taught us a lesson mercilessly......

"Shame! Shame, comrades!" In an inconspicuous corner of the train station, I, with a gray face, wiped the sweat of my head with a big turban, and taught Li Merschelton and others a lesson with hatred: "Three times! We actually failed three times! Are you still kind to say that you are Chinese!?"

That's right, we come from a country with a large population and carry out a railway combat drill every year, but we are completely annihilated in a foreign battlefield, how can we be arrogant and proud? I have always believed that unless we encounter the Indians who are hanging up on the road, we are absolutely invincible!

Speaking in good conscience, I didn't feel that there was any problem with my tactical arrangement, as soon as the train came, the strongest black dog and Han Yamo acted as arrows to open the way, and the bad scholars and others covered left and right, while I was in the middle to protect Wang Xiaohan and Rong'er, the two girls, and went straight to the train, leaving Xie Erdong as a burden and leaving the girl to fend for herself...... With such a tough lineup, winning the train should be nine out of ten and relaxed, and there should never be an embarrassing situation of being killed in three sets in a row.

Next, let's review our fiasco history, the first scene, Rong'er, who had never seen a train stop, and tens of thousands of people charging at the car, was stunned, and did not keep up with our large army, and when I found that Rong'er fell behind and squeezed down from the car to find someone, the train had already honked away; After escorting a family of refugees who were helping the elderly and children to drag their families and families to Europe for medical treatment, and after the girl went on a rampage and pushed more than 20 people onto the train, we had lost the main force and were squeezed beyond recognition by the surging crowd like a plate of loose sand. In the third game, which was the most excessive, convulsive and convulsive, I actually believed the nonsense of the so-called "best squeezing route of action" proposed by Xie Erdon, and let this freak command the army to rush left and right in the crowd, and then climb onto the train according to the best route calculated by this bastard according to mechanical torque, fluid directional density, and so-called popular psychology. Suddenly I found that the car was sparsely populated and all of them were not kind and carrying guns behind them, and I quickly looked back to find that we had boarded the railway troop carrier that was heading south to Iraq to participate in the anti-terrorist operation......

"There is only one train left for Europe today," said the bad scholar, checking the train schedule, "and the bad news, in view of the chaos at the train station, from tomorrow the Turkish government will send an armed army here to regulate order and verify the identity of the boarder, and the refugee card we bought on the black market will definitely not be able to pass the customs, which means we only have one chance left......"

Before I could shout something like "Success or failure is here, all of you will encourage me!", the atmosphere was interrupted by a cacophony. I couldn't help but turn my head to look, and just in time for the gate, a large group of strong men dressed in camouflage and turbans came in, brutally pushing away the refugees wandering in the hall looking for a place to rest, and straight through the crowd to open a wide passageway.

"Hey!" Such an arrogant approach naturally aroused the dissatisfaction of the refugees present, and a middle-aged man stepped forward to make the gang pay attention to the occasion and follow the rules, but before he could speak, a punching bag fist smashed straight into his nose. After a muffled sound, the thin body slammed to the floor amid the exclamations of the crowd and the screams of the family, and was violently kicked away.

"No epaulettes, not police or military people. Bu Yuanyou probed his brain and took a look. "But judging from the way they walk and move their hands, they have absolutely received formal military training." ”

"Not soldiers, but trained?" I asked, "And who are these people, and what are they here for?"

"Who else could it be?" the bad scholar laughed, "As for what they're doing, look behind them!"

I quickly looked behind the shoulders of several strong men, and sure enough, I saw a fat man in a suit and tie, with a full beard, walking through the crowd under the protection of a group of mercenaries, and walked straight to the front of the platform. There were already men there who had taken up their positions to make sure that the fat man could get on the train straight after the next train stopped, and a few poor train station attendants didn't even dare to stop them when they saw this posture, and just let these people come under the platform.

"He's going to take the refugee train too?" I wondered, this is really a strange thing in the world, and the guy who can afford to invite so many mercenaries to escort him with such a high-profile guy actually came to grab a seat with the refugees, isn't it sick?

"What's so strange about that?" the bad scholar looked at me meaningfully, "Aren't you the same? ”

"That'...... He's going to smuggle him to Europe, too?"

Han Yamo nodded: "The inspection of the refugee train is very lax, providing many people with the opportunity to take advantage of loopholes to clear their identities. Terrorists, mixed with refugees and fled to Europe, look at the appearance of this fat man, either local drug lords or gangsters or arms dealers, in short, just like you, banned from entering the country by European countries, here to eat and drink enough to earn enough money to transfer assets to Swiss banks, go to Europe alone, get there to get a new identity and withdraw the money, you can enjoy the retirement life of a billionaire with peace of mind. ”

"What do you mean to be the same as us!?" I immediately dissatisfied: "Is it good for us to go to Europe to save people?" Besides, if you look at Ya's arrogant morality, and then look at Ya's belly, can you pretend to be a refugee, and when Europe and the police here are blind?"

"Naturally, it won't be like this when you get off the bus," the bad scholar laughed strangely: "As for this side...... Not only did no one dare to take care of it, but it was estimated that there was not even one who dared to report him!"

In fact, just like the bad scholar said, although the dead fat man is very arrogant and domineering, but in front of the accumulated power and the powerful fists of a group of strong men, the refugees present dare not speak out, allowing the fat man to occupy the best boarding position under the support of his subordinates, and the crowd consciously leaves a large space in front of them.

Seeing this, although I was indignant, I thought that I was on a mission, so I said to everyone with the mentality that more things are better than less things: "Then let's continue, wait for the car to come later......"

"Wait a minute!" Rong Er, who had been staring at the bearded fat man and the group of mercenaries up and down, suddenly spoke, pointed to the huge space around the fat man and said, "There are so few people around him, we must be able to squeeze in from there!"

In this regard, I could only respond with a wry smile: "Grandma, everyone knows that they can squeeze it over there, but the question is whether people can let us squeeze?"

As a result, Rong'er glanced at me: "If he doesn't let you squeeze you, won't you beat him down?" )