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Abdul Old Han's marksmanship is extremely accurate, but Liu Handong doesn't think so, he can also use the Bayi bar to score the same result, and this kind of Ying Qiqi, which was criticized by Gu Zidi as "not good" in "Assembly Number", is almost useless in modern warfare, and the biggest role is to use it as a weapon to save the sense of zài.

"Lee. The Enfield was one of the best rifles of the World War II era, without it. "It can hold ten bullets, and it is faster and more convenient to pull the bolt after rotation than the German Mauser, and well-trained British soldiers can use it to play machine-gun-like effects, and!" He accentuated his tone, "It's best suited for Afghanistan." ”

"Better than AK74?" Liu Handong asked, he knew that the old man who had passed the test of war must have his own reason.

"There is a saying in China that the ruler is short and the inch is long." Old man Abdul spoke eloquently, and if he wasn't carrying a rifle, he felt like a wise preacher.

"During the Soviet invasion, they used a small-caliber AK74, you know, this is an automatic rifle designed by Kalashnikov, which is very useful, but it is only suitable for a battlefield like Europe, equipped with mechanized infantry, because its effective range is only 400 meters, out of this distance, it can't beat Enfield, and at a close range of 100 meters, it can't beat the high-firing Stern submachine gun, the heroic Afghan people, with World War II-era weapons, defeated the Soviets armed to the teeth."

The old man said this with great pride, of course, this is just a feeling, if there is no American Stinger portable anti-aircraft missile and Chinese 54-0 high-altitude aircraft, only rely on the Peshawar handicraft workshop to build the Li . Enfield and Stern, it is impossible for the Soviet Union to sink into the mud.

Liu Handong said that he was convinced, and his modest attitude made the old man very satisfied, and he said: "Now let's learn how to use grenades." As he spoke, he pulled out two grenades of different shapes from his pocket.

"This one is called apple, this one is called pineapple, there are many ways to use grenades, you throw one first, and I'll teach you in detail."

Liu Handong took the pineapple, held the safety grip, opened the safety ring, ran a few steps and struggled to throw it, and his vigorous heroic posture seemed to return to the training ground of the year.

The grenade flew into the distance like a meteor catching the moon, and with Liu Handong's arm strength, he could throw at least seventy or eighty meters, but the grenade had a short fuse time and flew out of a distance to explode in the air.

Ahmed's mouth opened wide in shock.

Old man Abdul nodded reservedly, but the meaning in his eyes was obvious, "This is not enough." ”

"Very good, the top of the 6omm mortar is on." The old man said, "Now I'll teach you how to make ...... thunder."

As the sun set and the day was over, Liu Handong sat on the carpet like Ahmed, gobbling up hard naan and drinking goat's milk, and the pair of medium-yellow cargo boots on his feet were worn out miserably, replaced by a pair of rubber-soled Pashtun sandals handmade from truck tires.

After tossing and turning all day, in fact, he didn't learn anything new, nothing more than some guerrilla tactics and the use of weapons, but he successfully awakened the soldier genes in his blood, he didn't shave for more than a week, the beard on his face gradually took shape, and he lost a lot of weight, but he looked more like an Afghan fighter.

Look at the appointed time, Liu Handong went out of the house to call, the Iridium phone must be in the open air to ensure the smooth signal, the moonlight outside is bright, the stars are brilliant, the air is cold and clear, which is refreshing.

The other party quickly answered the phone, and after the routine report of safety, Zheng Jia told Liu Handong that the emergency team was already in Kabul, and it would not be long before the rescue team could pick you up.

"I'm fine here." Liu Handong said, "I seem to have found my life coordinates. ”

Zheng Jiayi's tone raised an octave: "Do you want to stay in this war-torn and barren place, I don't stop you, and I don't have the ability to stop you, but you have to think about your family." ”

mentioned his family, poked Liu Handong's weakness, and he said dejectedly: "I will rescue Tang Jianjun and go back." ”

"You?" Zheng Jia was sarcastic, and she could imagine her willow eyebrows, "Liu Handong, I don't deny that you can kill all sides in China, but this is Afghanistan, and the people here have grown up in the war since they were children, and they are all murderous and bloody, and you can't beat them." ”

"I'm with them." Liu Handong said quietly, "I promise you, no, promise the organization, I will go back after this vote." ”

Zheng Jia was furious, and he couldn't wait to smash the phone over, this Liu Handong was simply unorganized, he was born to love to fight or what, this kind of person should be sent to the army, not to harm people in society, no, he came down from the army, and he is the black sheep eliminated by the army.

"Okay." Zheng Jiayi tried to calm his feelings, "Who are you with, how many of them are there, and how is the combat effectiveness?" ”

"They are Pashtuns, and the tribal leader is called Abdul. Mohammed. Said. Saleh, there are hundreds of people in the tribe, all of whom have received military training...... "Liu Handong is bragging, in fact, this tribe has no strong men except for Abdul and Ahmed, only the old, weak, sick and pregnant, and there is no combat effectiveness at all.

"Wait!" Zheng Jiayi interrupted him, "You repeat the name again." ”

"Abdul. Mohammed. Said. Saleh. Liu Handong repeated it fluently.

"No, it's not a Pashtun name, it's more like an Arab name." Zheng Jia's tone became solemn, "Liu Handong, have you been deceived?" ”

……

After making the call, Zheng Jia took a long breath of turbidity, Liu Handong was stubborn, he didn't listen to anything, he really wanted to go, but as a member of the emergency team, he was responsible for every Zhongyanhuang employee, even if he was just a labor worker.

The Kabul government was inefficient, but it was somewhat cooperative under the coordination of the embassy, but Zheng Jiayi was unable to mobilize troops or police to rescue Liu Handong despite all his efforts, because the government army could not enter the area where the latter was located because the warlords were rampant.

Yang Xu was not idle, he contacted a French-owned defense company and hired foreign paramilitaries to enter the mountains to search for the whereabouts of the hostages.

The international situation is ever-changing, the Middle East is full of wars, the South China Sea disputes are continuous, the Russian-Ukrainian conflict is endless, and the domestic anti-corruption flies and tigers are breaking out one or two big news every day, and the kidnapping of Zhongyan Huang employees quickly faded out of people's sight.

Northwest Pakistan is home to a large number of Pashtuns, who are inextricably linked to the Pashtuns of Afghanistan, and it is easy to find out the news, and the previous communication has been carried out with the assistance of tribal elders, but these Pashtun tribes have no idea who exactly killed the kidnappers.

Things came to a standstill, and the emergency response team was caught between a rock and a hard place to endure in Kabul.

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In northern Afghanistan, the city of Baghlan, the city is located in the valley on the north side of the Hinduk Mountains, the Kunduz River flows slowly, here is the famous Wakhan Corridor must pass through, more than 30 years ago, Chinese-made weapons and ammunition were carried by the mules of the United States Internalized State box by box, transported into Afghanistan through the Wakhan Corridor, armed with the rebels who resisted the Soviet invasion, and today, the smugglers are still active on the ancient Silk Road, and the ** terrorists who have been trained by **** return to Xinjiang from here to create terrorist cases such as bombings and assassinations.

Deep in the mountains 30 kilometers south of Baghlan City, there is a secret camp where hundreds of ** elements from Xinjiang are stationed, and they are hidden in a cleverly camouflaged camp, like rats in a cave that cannot be seen.

There are countless caves in the Hinduk Mountains, and these limestone caves in all directions have caused countless nightmares for the Soviet Red Army, and the guerrillas disappear into the caves after the attack, and when the Soviet army is forced to retreat, the partisans will suddenly appear like a gopher in a game of whack-a-mole, and shoot bullets of hatred.

Tang Jianjun and Bai Furong were imprisoned in a cave near the camp, but they couldn't figure out who had kidnapped them, and there was also a haggard Yankee with a long beard, who was spoiled and mentally normal, and it was estimated that he had been locked up for a long time.

When the footsteps came, Bai Furong was frightened, and Tang Jianjun comforted him: "Don't be afraid, it'll be fine." ”

A few masked men came, and they dragged Tang Jianjun from the ground to a room in the camp, where Tang Jianjun saw a blue star and moon flag hanging on the wall, a tripod and a video camera in the room, a laptop on the table, and several people with Central Asian faces gathered together and muttered something.

Tang Jianjun was tied up by Wuhua and pressed in front of the camera, two masked men holding AK47 on both sides, and another person holding a two-foot-long serrated hunting knife, and a pair of eyes under the mask were extremely cold, reminiscent of some cold-blooded animals.

The camera flashed red light, and began to record, a masked man who resembled a speaker chattered about something, the love was very passionate, Tang Jianjun had already guessed what was going to happen, and closed his eyes in despair, he thought of his wife, thought of his daughter, and the video of himself being beheaded must not be seen by them, especially his daughter, the pearl of his palm, dear little princess, poor never to see her again......

After waiting for a while, the declaration was finished, and the masked man had not yet started to act, and there seemed to be a dispute between them, and the specific reason was not clear, but at least for now, Tang Jianjun did not have to die.

Tang Jianjun was escorted back to the cave, and Bai Furong asked him: "Mr. Tang, what's the mediation?" ”

"Alas......" Tang Jianjun sighed, he was powerless to comfort Bai Furong, the only thing waiting for them was death, but at least he figured out one thing, these people were not speaking Pashto, but Turkic, and their identities were about to come out.

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The small mountain village welcomed a dusty traveler, and the old man Abdul talked with him for a long time before sending him away, summoned Liu Handong and Ahmed and said: "The time for revenge has come, I already know the location of the murderer, dear friend, you choose to quit now, no one will laugh at you for being a coward." ”

Liu Handong said firmly: "I want to participate." ”

The old man Abdul pondered for a moment, looked at Liu Handong with blazing eyes, chanted words in his mouth, and put his hand on his forehead, as if he was performing some kind of religious ritual.

Liu Handong saw the old man's appearance of taking care of things, and Ahmed also looked stern, and he didn't feel that he stopped his waist and accepted Abdul's "enlightenment." ”

"The eagle of Afghanistan, about to spread its wings and soar, Allah Ahu Akbar." With a melodious chanting, Liu Handong felt that his whole body was full of strength, as if the souls of the Afghan warriors who had died under the Hinduk Mountains for thousands of years were attached to his body!