The Wrangler roared to the horse, and Sabah and I pressed the officer to the Wrangler. A group of soldiers in the back looked at each other, but they didn't dare to make a move. As soon as he got into the car, the third child sitting in the driver's seat stepped on the accelerator, and the Wrangler roared the motor into the distance, and waited for three hundred meters to go out. The group of soldiers seemed to have gone mad and fired a burst of gunfire.

Soon, though, they caught up in an SUV. Sabah and I exchanged glances and decided to drop the officer down.

The third child stepped on the Wrangler's accelerator to the bottom, and the car kicked up a huge cloud of sand on the dirty road. Sabah kicked the officer down and shouted in Saudi, presumably meaning get out. A few more shots were fired at the car behind, and then the group of soldiers stopped to save the officer from a distance, but did not catch up.

Jeep goes straight in. Before dusk, Damascus was reached.

"If there is a heaven on earth, Damascus will be in it, and if heaven is in the sky, Damascus will be on a par with it."

This quote comes from an ancient Arabic book, which shows the importance of the city in Syria and the Middle East as a whole. By the time we arrived in Damascus, it was already dusk. Nestled in the twilight, the Fourth Holy City is complemented by ancient buildings and the Bairada River that crosses the city, setting off the new and old towns.

Only the occasional sporadic gunfire and hurried pedestrians signaled that war was going on in the country. The yellow taxis on the street are no different from the second- and third-tier cities in China, only those pedestrians wearing *** costumes, as well as those *** religious emblems, make me feel that this is in a foreign country.

At Sabah's request, we stayed at a hotel on the banks of the Bairada River in Damascus. As soon as I arrived at the hotel, I called the Syrian embassy again. Hoping that they would be able to provide information from the journalists stationed in Syria, the embassy was taken aback when it received my call. The staff asked me where I was and what I am. After being cross-examined, he didn't say where the news was standing.

I hung up in a fit of rage and sat in my room furious.

Paced to the window and pulled back the curtains. The dark night makes this ancient city adjacent to the desert reveal the taste of vicissitudes, and the sparse lights in the distance echo with the stars in the sky, like a dream. In the distance, the Umayyad mosque heard the sound of weeping, and the sound of bells striking every hour. These two voices are intertwined, which adds a bit of sadness to this ancient city.

I calmed down and straightened my mind.

Damascus is now at war, and according to Liu Weiwei's character, she must go wherever there is a war. Only in this way can she lose contact with the country. If you want to find her, go to a place where there is a war, can't you find it? Thinking of this, my heart suddenly brightened, and the original depression disappeared in an instant.

After coming to the hotel for dinner, I went back to my room to rest. Damascus is hot in the summer, and even if the air conditioning in the hotel is powerful enough, it is still difficult to beat the heat. Suddenly, there was a click, and the entire hotel was plunged into darkness.

There's a power outage!

In the distance, there were bursts of artillery and the sound of planes flying in the sky from time to time. Under this distraction, I gradually fell asleep.

After an unbearable night, the next morning I took Sabah and the third child with me and decided to look for the place where the fighting was most intense and go there to find Liu Weiwei. It has long been no secret in Damascus where the fighting is most intense. If you want to live in this country, this is the most basic knowledge.

I found the hotel manager and asked, and I knew that the most stalemate of the war at the moment was in Deira Province. I asked the manager for a map of Syria and drove off the road. Sabah was so reluctant that he even wanted to leave. Along the way, he cursed the hotel manager who introduced him to work, but he hadn't left yet. It's because he knows that I'm a rich man.

And what he needs most is money.

Life, if you lose it, you can come back in the next life. I can't earn money in this life, and I am not willing to die. This is the greatest wish of this Middle Eastern man, otherwise he would not have sold us two broken guns three times more than the market price. It's just that now it seems that these broken guns are quite useful.

……

Leaving the city of Damascus, the scene on the roadside slowly changed from bustling to dilapidated. It also slowly turned from peace to war, and there were many nameless dead bodies lying on the side of the road, many of which had decomposed or turned into white bones. Countless flies gathered on top of the dead bodies, and swarms of flies fluttered wherever the cars passed. Occasionally, we could hear a dense burst of gunfire, but the war zone didn't seem to be where we were, and we were all right.

In the afternoon, the boat was tiring. We reached the outskirts of the city of Dara, and the distant sound of shell explosions and the dense gunfire signaled that the place was open. We did not dare to enter the city of Dara'a, but parked our car in a safe place, then took our weapons and walked into the city of Dara'a with a red cross flag in hand.

It is a ruined city, full of dead bodies and flames from explosions. The building has lost its original appearance, and only ruins remain. The populace is long gone, and there is a fierce exchange of fire between opposition and government forces. Sabah found a person and inquired about it, only to find out that the fighting had been going on for three days, and the two sides were stuck in a stalemate, only carrying out terrorist attacks.

As he spoke, a tank sped into the distance. The tank kicked up puffs of smoke and dust that filled the sky. But at this moment, there was a loud bang. I was startled when the speeding tank turned into a cloud of smoke and dust. The third child playfully said: "Armor-piercing bullets." ”

The first time I went to the battlefield, the first time I saw such a scene, I was really a little frightened. Under the devastation of the unscrupulous anti-Japanese war TV series in China, I think that battlefield weapons like tanks are indestructible and invincible. But when I actually went to the battlefield, I realized that this kind of thing was so vulnerable. It's simply a mobile version of an iron coffin.

It turns out that there are armor-piercing shells in this world that are specially designed to capture tanks.

The three of us walked on the battlefield with the Red Cross flag in an attempt to find Liu Weiwei.

But to do so is undoubtedly looking for a needle in a haystack. On a battlefield where bullets don't have long eyes, we can be killed at any time. Of course, we don't run to the center of the battlefield. We were just looking around the battlefield, and we also encountered a lot of opposition or government soldiers.

These people shouted at us, and Sabah quickly explained that we were humanitarian doctors from the Red Cross.

As a result, when a group of soldiers heard that we were doctors, they stepped forward and put their guns on our heads without saying a word. Then he took away our weapons, and Sabah said to me, "They will take us to their wounded soldiers for healing." ”

I pondered for a moment and said, "Don't be impulsive, follow them." ”

Looking at the dress of this group of people, it should be an opposition organization.