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The emergency response team is a temporary organization of Zhongyanhuang, composed of personnel from various departments, and the official leader is Song Jianfeng, but the specific business will have a temporary designated on-site command, Yang Xu is the temporary team leader, but he, the young team leader, has no authority.

Zhongyan Huang is a large state-owned enterprise, not a military unit, it will not work to suppress people with power, and it is necessary to show real skills to make people happy and convincing, Yang Xu went abroad for the first time to perform an emergency mission, and he was not happy in his heart, if he changed someone else, he would definitely try his best to humiliate and hit the other party, but it was Zheng Jiayi who was arguing with himself, which made him in a dilemma.

Zheng Jiayi has just entered the work of Zhongyanhuang and has no qualifications at all, but her administrative level is not lower than Yang Xu, or even a little higher, not to mention that her father is a deputy national leader, the head of the Central Energy Security Group, a member of the National Security Committee, and a serious real power faction.

And Zheng Jiayi is the liaison officer temporarily arranged by Song Jianfeng to join the emergency team, although there is no other meaning in this, but in the eyes of others, Zheng Jiayi is the supervisor of the army, and he has more power than the team leader.

Yang Xu himself was weak-minded, and the other team members had their own thoughts, and no one objected to Zheng Jiayi's decision, so they quickly took action, contacted the Afghan diplomatic mission in Islamabad through the Chinese Embassy, urgently applied for a visa, and chartered a small regional airliner to fly directly from Islamabad to Kabul.

During this period, Zheng Jiayi kept in touch with Liu Handong, and after learning that he was a guest in the tribal village and there was no danger, he no longer worried about his side, and focused all his energy on rescuing Tang Jianjun and Bai Furong.

On the passenger plane to Kabul, outside the porthole is the endless Hinduku Mountains, and the members of the emergency response team are all leaning on the headrest to close their eyes to recuperate, and only Zheng Jiayi is writing and drawing in a notebook, planning a rescue plan.

The Afghan government was formed under the auspices of the United States, and although most of the U.S. troops have withdrawn, the U.S. military still maintains some military advisers and paramilitary forces such as private defense companies.

Zheng Jiayi used to work at Goldman Sachs and met some very powerful figures, such as capital predators, Jewish chaebols, senators, etc., and perhaps the connections accumulated in these early years can come in handy.

……

As the sun sets, the sheep slowly return home, and new graves are added to the cemeteries surrounded by poppy bushes near the small village, death is a part of the life of the war-torn Pashtuns.

Abdul's house is a flat-roofed house made of mud, with prayers on the roof, and only the blankets on the ground can show some of the taste of home.

"Do you know Afghanistan?" The old man sat cross-legged on the carpet and spoke to him in English that he was not proficient in.

Liu Handong shook his head, his knowledge of Afghanistan was only in the news.

"Afghanistan has been conquered by countless great powers, the Persians, the Huns, the Arabs, the Mongols, the Tsarist Russians, the British, as well as the Soviet Union and the United States, the history of Afghanistan is a history of counter-conquest, no matter who it is, it will eventually leave, but Afghanistan is not the winner, we are just the victims of the great power game."

Liu Handong was in awe, he didn't expect the old man to say such philosophical words.

The old man took out a photo from his arms and handed it to Liu Handong, this is a yellowed black and white photo, on which is a group of young men wearing robes, surrounded by Arab scarves, and holding rifles, one of them looks very similar to the old man of Abdul, standing next to him is a tall bearded young man, carrying an AK74U stub, and his appearance is quite familiar, but he can't remember where he has seen it.

"Afghanistan used to be a civilized, modern secular country, but now it is synonymous with extreme, backward, war-torn countries, wars have destroyed our country, and we have ruined our young generation, women have put on veils, men have nothing but war, the country's economy is in shambles, we have no oil, we can only live by growing opium poppies and being mercenaries, such a country will never have a future."

Liu Handong was speechless, and he didn't know what the meaning behind the old man's words was.

"Kid, what shoes are those masked men wearing?" The old man's thinking was very jumpy, and the next sentence turned to other things.

Liu Handong recalled carefully: "It's military boots, American military-style desert boots, both yellow and black. ”

"Then they shouldn't be Afghans." The old man made an assertion.

"Why?" Liu Handong was puzzled.

"Afghans don't wear those kind of boots." The old man woke up Liu Handong with a word, and he had the impression that the armed gang that kidnapped him was wearing slippers and cheap Chinese-made artificial leather shoes, and the heel position was also flattened, and the leather shoes were worn as slippers, while the latecomers were dressed in a relatively foreign style and used more advanced weapons.

"What kind of car are they driving?" the old man continued.

"Soviet-made military trucks, and Humvees, the military version, have M2 Browning heavy machine guns." Liu Handong has a strong ability to observe and keep some details in mind.

"What language do they use, and can you repeat a sentence or two?" The old man's eyes began to focus.

"It's not Pashto, it's more like ...... I can't tell. ”

"I'm going to say a word in each of the languages, and you can listen to the closest one." The old man coughed dryly and began to change his language, and Liu Handong, who listened, was dumbfounded.

Liu Handong had a talent for languages, and he listened carefully, recalling the scene of that night, the masked men had shouted and spoken many times during the battle, and the old man Abdul spoke six languages, one of which was closer to the masked man's voice.

"I just used Pashto, Persian, Uzbek, Tajik, Arabic and Turkish, are those people Turks?" The old man pondered for a moment, "They are not ***, they may be **** people." ”

"Base?" Liu Handong gasped, this is a notorious global terrorist organization, and in the face of new enemies, his past glorious experiences have become nothing worth mentioning.

"Son, go home, you've done what you have to do, I'll send you to Kabul tomorrow, where your embassy is." The old man waved his hand and sighed.

"I want to save my compatriots." Liu Handong was extremely determined.

"Young man, do you know how to fight?" The old man handed over some tobacco, chewing tobacco is the habit of Pashtun people, Liu Handong accepted his kindness, and replied: "A little." ”

The old man shook his head: "What you have mastered is only the technique of fighting with guns, and you are still many, much worse than fighting." ”

Liu Handong is very embarrassed, although he has been a soldier for eight years, has shot and killed people, but has never experienced a real baptism of war, the old man is right, those small fights are only worthy of being used as guns to fight.

"The Pashtuns pay attention to blood revenge, they kill my people, I will return blood for blood, even if there is only one person in the tribe, you will fight to the end, child, you don't have to get involved, this war has nothing to do with you."

"It's related now." Liu Handong said.

"Are you sure?" The old man stared into his eyes.

Liu Handong nodded solemnly, at this moment he knew exactly what he was doing, he understood that he had a heart that would never be stable, whether it was career or love, he could not restrain this wild heart, and at this moment he suddenly realized that this was the life he wanted to pursue.

I'm sorry, Mom, I'm sorry, Ma Ling, please forgive me for being selfish......

"Okay, rest early, get up early tomorrow, and I'll teach you how to fight." The old man stood up and prepared to go to bed.

……

The emergency response team arrived at Kabul airport, and as soon as they got off the plane, they felt the atmosphere of the war zone, the airport is surrounded by mountains, the terminal building is only two floors, it is in a state of disrepair, and you can see government soldiers with automatic rifles on their backs everywhere, and the customs clearance procedures are very simple, the embassy car is waiting outside the airport, and there are Chinese armed police escorts in the car, which is a resource coordinated by Song Jianfeng through the national energy security team.

An embassy secretary came to greet them, and on the way introduced the situation in Afghanistan, the withdrawal of US troops, the return of **** to Afghanistan, the overall security is not optimistic, but Kabul is still safe.

"Don't leave the city, and if you have to go somewhere else, ask for a police escort or pay for an armed escort." The secretary explained enthusiastically, "The conditions here are relatively poor, you still live in the embassy, you can find me if you have any questions, don't be polite." ”

The secretary sitting in the passenger seat twisted his head and smiled, as if he was greeting a relative from afar.

"Thank you, I'm sorry to cause you trouble so late." Yang Xu said.

"That's right, that's what embassies and consulates abroad do." The secretary said with a smile, his eyes focused on Zheng Jiayi.

Yang Xu was a little embarrassed and a little lost, but he didn't show it.

Due to the late arrival in Kabul, the government organs had already left work, so they could only wait for tomorrow to go to the relevant departments to ask for assistance.

The night in Kabul was as cold as water, and Zheng Jia stayed awake all night, contacting resources from all sides until dawn broke in the east.

……

After the morning prayers, the old man Abdul took Liu Handong and Ahmed to the valley, where several clay pots were placed as targets in the distance.

The old man handed the Enfield rifle to Liu Handong: "Try it." ”

Liu Handong took the gun in his hand, pulled the bolt and loaded it, raised the gun to aim, pulled the trigger at three points and one line, the gun burst out, and he returned the rifle to Abdul quite complacently.

Liu Handong noticed that he used his thumb and index finger to pinch the bolt and pull, and pulled the trigger with his middle finger, so that it was a little faster than the regular action, and the bolt-action rifle played a semi-automatic effect.

After a series of gunshots, the nine remaining clay pots in the distance were all reduced to fragments.