ACE LOWERED HIS HEAD AND FIDDLED WITH THE GUN IN HIS HAND.

"I just want to get the picture straight. You know that I'm a person, and I can't hide things in my heart. ”

Rohmon stood up and continued to organize his belongings.

"I KNOW YOU, ACE, THAT'S WHY I ASK YOU NOT TO ASK ME SO MANY QUESTIONS. I don't have any secrets that I can't tell you, but these secrets are harmful to you, and the less you know, the better it will be for you. ”

ACE was a little annoyed. "You know what I don't like about you?"

Lomon didn't look back. "I don't know, and I don't care."

"You people are always making yourself mysterious and confusing, and that's why I don't like you." ACE JUMPED OUT OF BED. "You're asking for trouble for yourself."

Rohmon looked at him. "You're the one who makes trouble for yourself, because you don't even know what trouble is."

It looked like Ace was about to pounce on Romon, when someone knocked on the door.

ACE walked over and opened the door, and when he saw someone coming, he had a look of disgust on his face. "Why are you here? Now is not the time to accept weapons. ”

A little donkey in a brightly colored shirt stood outside the door and giggled at him.

Mao Xiaolu is responsible for providing logistics services for the team members in the base, and is recognized as a firearms master in the entire unit, and is a senior technician who can process the barrel of a precision sniper rifle with an ordinary lathe. Every time a member of the special forces uses a weapon, he has to verify it, and even the bullets for the sniper rifle are assembled by himself. Although he always acted like a fool and never took discipline seriously, he never made a mistake and the players respected him. Mao Xiaolu is a highly talented student of a mechanical engineering college, and he comes from a wealthy family in Fujian, and he joined the army completely to satisfy his interest in weapons. Where else can there be more and legal access to weapons than in the military?

"I don't bother to pay attention to the acceptance, I have to follow my rules, I shouldn't let you pass every time." THE LITTLE DONKEY MUNCHED ON THE GUM IN HIS MOUTH AND LOOKED AT ACE DEFIANTLY. "Look at what you've done to my dear dear dear people, you prehistoric humans are only worthy of fiddling with burning sticks."

Arguing with a donkey who has always been a bad exporter is the most pointless thing in the world. ACE rolled her eyes and turned to Roman. "This madman is here for you?"

Rohmon nodded, slung the big backpack over his shoulders again, and walked to the door.

HE LOOKED AT ACE. "Do you want to come with us?"

ACE FROWNED. "I don't seem to have received any orders to leave the station."

Rohmon and the donkey looked at each other, and the donkey snorted from his nose.

"Don't look at me, this big guy doesn't have as much guts as you and me. Besides, a lot of people may not be able to do things, and the time is very tight. ”

Romon had no choice but to shrug his shoulders. "One more person is not a bad thing, and this big guy is fluent in Persian or Arabic."

"This guy walks down the street and is a pig killer who speaks Persian? However, it is also understandable that the army is not a place to raise idlers, and it really can't get along without two hits. THE DONKEY LOOKED AT ACE IN SURPRISE. Old A, if you don't speak Persian, you said that if you didn't speak Persian, would you have been kicked home to farm? Well, if you don't want to be a butcher, you're also very suitable for being a farmer, and your virtue is exactly the same as that of a farmer. ”

ACE interrupts the two of them. "What are you two bastards talking about?"

ROMON PULLS OUT A SHIRT FROM HIS BACKPACK AND STUFFS IT FOR ACE. "Come on, let's go sightseeing, this kind of opportunity doesn't come often."

The donkey had a converted jeep, and although it looked dilapidated, when the high-powered engine was called, it was as powerful as a Humvee, and it rushed out of the sanatorium as cover and onto the highway at high speed.

Ace put on the shirt that Rohmon had given him in the car and sighed in the rearview mirror.

"Don't let anyone see me wearing this, especially not with you two in this."

The little donkey also looked at ACE from the rearview mirror, and his mouth was slurping.

"This pink shirt matches the color of your skin, and you look like a belly dancer."

ACE looked at him angrily. "Look at the one on yourself, it's not as green as a Brazilian tortoise? But that's not the point. The point is, why are you talking so much? Only sissies like to talk non-stop. ”

The little donkey laughed. "Smart people talk a lot, which shows that I have an active mind. Any idea why you don't talk much? It's because you're not smart enough. If you were wise, you wouldn't do it. ”

ACE looked at him contemptuously. "You're a smart fart. Aren't you in this business? ”

"Two different things, two different things!" The little donkey stretched out a finger and shook it in the air. "Being a soldier is a pleasure for me. I do this because I love it. Fiddling with those guns and ammunition every day makes me feel terrible. But what are you here for? Every time I see you lying on the ground like dogs panting, I laugh to death, what is wrong with my brain to come to this living sin? ”

HE LOOKED BACK AT ACE WITH AN EXAGGERATED SMILE.

"Tell me about it."

ACE shook her head helplessly and looked at Rohm.

"Is there any way you can tell him to shut up?"

Rohmon leaned against the car door and didn't answer him, and Ace leaned over to see that he was asleep.

"This is a smart man, there's nothing I have to do with a crazy person."

ACE GRUNTED TO HIMSELF, SHRANK BACK INTO THE BACK SEAT, LOOKED AT THE LITTLE DONKEY, WHO WAS STILL TALKING AND AMUSING HIMSELF, FOUND THE MOST COMFORTABLE POSITION TO SIT DOWN, AND SOON FELL ASLEEP IN THE ROCKING OF THE CAR.

Three hours later, their car stopped in a small town called Umur on the Pakistan-Afghanistan border. Refueled, Rohmon and Ace had to endure the donkey's complaints again, and vowed not to drive again on the way back. ACE discovers that Rohm's solution to the donkey is simple: try to keep silent. As long as you don't get a response from the other party, the donkey's interest in talking will be greatly reduced. ACE FOUND THAT THE LITTLE DONKEY WAS A CUTE YOUNG MAN WHEN HE WASN'T TALKING.

There are about 2,400 kilometres of common border between Pakistan and Afghanistan, including complex terrain such as snow-capped mountains, which are controlled by conservative tribes. Pakistan's 18 million Pashtuns are closely linked to Afghan Pashtuns by blood, culture and religion, and many of the people on both sides of the border are related to each other, with bazaars on one side of the border and refugee camps in Afghanistan on the other. It's hard to tell where you're without looking at the flags flying, so the border is as familiar and unguardable to the armed forces and al-Qaeda as your own home.

Caravans are everywhere in Pakistan. It was no exception, with two or three cars parked in the middle of the town's square. The caravan is dominated by buses and trucks, and the body is painted with colorful decorative patterns and many small trinkets in the seams. The top of the front of the car is decorated high, and the whole car is as bright as a courting rooster. There was a group of people sitting around the car listening to a band called "Gawari" singing the praises of Allah.