Yin Rongrong, who was beaten, didn't know how to resist, and the woman had water in her head.

The deflated third of the Eastern Roman Empire, who spent Yin Rongrong's money, slandered and slandered her all day long.

Life is supposed to be full of sunshine, but this idiot wants to turn the whole world into a dark hell.

The more Yin Rongrong didn't resist after being beaten, the more the blonde beast beat her.

In fact, like the Eastern Roman Empire, the three are a group of idiots who have a very low cultural level and a lower social status.

Yin Rongrong didn't like the good boy of Datang, but she fell in love with this bastard from Datang's overseas provinces, and as a result, she brought endless trouble to herself.

so that he may sit in its shade and rest and rest. It was too late to do that, all he was thinking about was the police, the papers, the locks, and how to lie.

Determined to be extra careful, he resolutely boarded the jeep.

The captain got into the car and sat next to Wolfe, and he said to the driver, "Go back to the city." ”

Wolf decided to make the story more realistic, and as the jeep was driving on a dusty road, he asked the captain, "Do you have water?" ”

"Absolutely." As he spoke, the captain pulled out a felt cloth wrapped bottle from under his seat, like a long-necked whiskey bottle. He unscrewed the lid and handed it to Wolf.

Wolf took a sharp puff, at least a pint of it, said "thank you," and handed it back to the captain.

"It's no surprise that you're thirsty. Oh, and by the way, I'm Captain Newman. As he spoke, he held out his hand.

Wolf took his hand and looked at him carefully. He was young, in his early twenties, with a full face and a childlike head, and he spoke with a smile. But he was very sophisticated. Wolf asked him, "Did you see any battles?" ”

"See," said Captain Newman, knocking his fist on his knee, "the battle was fought in Cyrenaika, so they sent me to this city." He smiled and said, "To be honest, I really don't want to work in this desert, I should do something more meaningful." The war was hundreds of miles away, and the battle I had seen here was fought between the Christians and the *** Christians in the city. Alas, what's your accent? ”

The sudden question caught Wolf off guard, as he had never been asked before. Wolf thought to himself, what does Captain Newman mean? He's a shrewd guy. Fortunately, Wolf was still a little prepared, he said, "My parents are Boers," he came to Egypt from South Africa. I grew up speaking South African colloquialism and Arabic. He sluggished, gesturing with his hand, as if in a hurry to explain the problem. Wolf is an authentic Dutch name, and my Christian name is Alexandria, based on the name of the city where I was born. ”

Captain Newman seemed intrigued by his explanation.

"What are you doing here?"

Wolf was well prepared for this question, and he replied unhurriedly: "I have business in several cities in Egypt. He smiled and said, "I like to be in these towns out of nowhere." ”

They had entered the city of Asoud, which was a relatively large town in Egypt. There are hospitals, factories, a *** university, a famous convent, and about 60,000 inhabitants. Wolf was trying to stop the car at the train station, where he got off. But Captain Newman did a bad thing with good intentions. He said, "You need to go to the garage and we'll take you to the factory in Nasaiwa, where he has a tractor and can tow your car back." ”

Wolf forced himself to say "thank you" and swallowed dryly. But he didn't expect something more serious to come. He thought to himself, I should have walked alone, it was all that damn desert, and he dragged me down, and he looked at his watch, thinking that there was still enough time to go to the car repair shop and then go to the train station to catch the train to Cairo. He thinks about what to do next. He should have gone to the repair shop because Newman was watching him. Once in the factory, the jeep would drive away, and he could ask the people there about car parts, and then leave there for the train station.

If they're lucky, Nasaifa and Newman may never check Wolf's question again.

Jeeps drive through busy, narrow streets. Seeing this familiar city, Wolf was a little excited. Nothing has changed much here, the men are dressed in gray cloth, the women have black veils on their heads, and the girls are well-proportioned. Some shops have appeared in the old streets, and the crowds of people coming and going are mixed with battery carts and overloaded donkeys. The road was blocked by an old car, and some of the parts on the car were removed from the Fiat. At the exit of the workshop, a young boy sits on the floor, repairing a cylinder with a wrench.

Newman said, "I'm afraid I'm going to have to get you off here, because I still have a mission."

Wolf shook his hand and said, "What a good Samaritan you are!"

"Of course, I'm not going to leave you like that, you've suffered a lot." Newman frowned, then his eyes lit up and said, "Okay, I'll leave Corporal Cox to help you." ”

Wolf went on to say, "That's great! But ......"

Before Newman could finish his sentence, he said to the corporal, "Cox, carry this gentleman's suitcase, and keep an eye on it." I want you to take good care of him, and don't let the hateful Egyptians take his things. Do you understand? ”

"Understood, sir," Cox replied.

Wolf was bitter. It will take him some time to get rid of the corporal. Captain Newman's kindness really didn't help. Did he deliberately arrange it this way?

Wolf and Cox got out of the car, and the jeep ran away with a gust of wind. Wolf walked into the garage, followed by Cox with a suitcase.

Nasaifa, dressed in a smudged overalls, repairs a battery under an oil lamp. He was very young, and when he saw Wolf approaching, he smiled and asked in English, "Do you want to rent a nice little sleeping car?" My brother has one. ”

Wolf interrupted him and said in Arabic, spoken by the faster Egyptians: "My car has broken down, and someone says you have a tractor here." ”

"Yes, we'll be there right away. Where is your car? ”

"It's in the desert, it's 40 to 50 miles from here, it's a Ford, and we're not going to go with you." He pulled out his wallet and gave it to Nasaifa. "When you come back, you can look for me at the Grand Hotel across the train station, where I stay."

Nasaifa gladly took the money and said, "Great, I'll go." ”

(End of chapter)