But the truth is, we went around in a very big circle to get back on the road we were. We walked for almost half a day, and when it was close to evening, we were about to exhaust and we finally got around.

When I returned to the vicinity of the previous attack, the first thing I saw was the bodies of the dead still lying on the ground, as well as a number of abandoned weapons and items. Anyway, it looks like a failure.

Seeing this, Ahmet immediately put down the bag I was still carrying, and ran to the corpses to look through them one by one. I, on the other hand, slowly circled around the corpses and picked up an AK-47 rifle with a magazine full of bullets.

When I checked the gun for damage elsewhere, Ahmed, who was not far away, said, "You might as well take those things and see if these people have anything to eat and drink with them." ”

I nodded, but I didn't stop moving. I picked him up after a quick inspection of the AK-47, and then looked through the two corpses and an abandoned canvas bag around me. There was nothing but ammunition and a lighter and tea leaves on the body, but I found a few dry tortillas in the bag.

I picked up my bag and shook it at Ahmed, "Look I've found something to eat." ”

At this moment, Ahmed had already checked all the corpses around him, and he seemed to be much more relaxed. Presumably he was afraid to see Ashraf among the corpses lying here.

Ahmed looked at what I was holding, shook his head, and said, "How do I feel like you've come to camp and found some delicious game?" ”

"What? Isn't this bad? I asked curiously.

Ahmed took the bag in my hand, opened it and looked at it, and then looked disappointed and said, "It's a tortilla again... With that, he picked up his bag, then looked me up and down for a moment, then turned around and began to pick up clothes from the corpse of a TLB militant.

"What are you doing here?" I asked.

Ahmed said as he picked up his clothes, "Change your clothes." Now we have to disguise ourselves as natives. So that you won't be killed inexplicably. He said, gesturing to my clothes, "Look at what you're wearing, the Yankees aren't like the Yankees, and the TLB is not, and with your looks, it might be better if you had a beard like me, but you only have some stubble." The most important thing is the way you look, the Yankees will think you are TLB when they see it, and what about TLB? They also don't think you're one of their own. He said with a sudden force on his hand, "Damn... This guy is quite heavy when he dies. He picked up a suit of clothes with some effort, and then checked it, "It's okay, there are some holes, but who can have a beautiful new dress these days." With that, he came to me with a pile of clothes and pointed to the AK-47 rifle I was carrying, "Can you put that thing down first?" I'll help you change your clothes. “

I put down my rifle and took off the camouflage on my upper body with the help of Ahmed. I felt that the wounds in some places were already stuck to my clothes, and I pulled them open and the wounds hurt for a while, and I could be sure that some places were broken again and began to bleed.

After taking off the camouflage, Ahmad checked the wounds on my body by the way. He looked at me and said, "There are some deep places on my body, so it stands to reason that I should get stitches." I'll tie you up with something later. “

I nodded, pointed to my pants, and said, "Do I want to change my pants?" “

Ahmed glanced at his pants, "Don't take them off, just put this guy's pants on, it's cold anyway, and the injury on your leg is better to move less." ”

"Okay... After I nodded in agreement, Ahmed helped tie up the wounds with some of the remaining gauze and cloth, then put on the clothes I had pulled from the corpses of the Afghan TLB, then my pants, and finally a headscarf around my head.

"That looks okay... Ahmed paused up and down again, "Where did you say you were from?" Kazakh? “

I nodded, "yes." Kazakhstan. “

"Okay. Although it doesn't seem like it to me. After he had finished dressing me, he began to strip the other corpses again, "We're going to have to spend the night in this damn place again, it's always good to wear more." “

I put the rifle back on my back and said, "Here?" Is this a good place to stay overnight? “

Ahmed said as he pulled through his clothes, "Why is it inappropriate? Are you still afraid that these dead guys will get up in the middle of the night? “

"Of course not. I mean, if this place will be passed by. I'm talking about safety, not fear of ghosts. I said.

Ahmed quickly picked out two of the clothes he had picked off, and as he quickly put them on, he looked at me and said, "I know that." While it's still dawn, we'll have to walk a little more. Then find a hidden leeward place to stop and rest for the night. “

After about five minutes, we set off again, taking what we had found on the corpses and continuing in the direction of the mountains.

On the road that followed, there were fewer and fewer traces of firefighting, and at the same time, there were fewer and fewer corpses and abandoned things of the TLB fighters. But the road beneath your feet began to become more and more difficult to walk, except for the uneven heights, one foot deep and one foot shallow, except for a section where you still walked through various sizes of stones. The big rocks here are about a man high, and the small ones can be stepped on with one foot, and it feels like a gravel field. But shortly after we walked in, there was a sudden movement in front of us.

It didn't sound loud, it seemed to be some distance away from us, but it was the sound of someone talking. I immediately stopped and grabbed Ahmed, who had been walking beside me.

Ahmed may have been preoccupied with walking, but he still had to hold me, or he may have been tired, so he seemed to notice the movement ahead. After I stopped abruptly and grabbed him, he looked at me a little strangely.

However, he was not a newcomer after all, and he quickly realized the problem. He didn't say anything, but quickly turned his head to look around. I patted him lightly and motioned for him to be silent.

After listening quietly for a while, I determined the general direction of the other party, who was in the direction of our ten to eleven o'clock. I patted Ahmed again, and then gestured to our right.

Ahmed nodded and helped me slowly lean to the right, just as we moved, I heard the voices of the people in front of me speaking more clearly, these people spoke English, although I didn't understand what they said for a while, but from my experience with Walker and John's Yankees, I am sure they spoke English, and they should be a group of Yankees.

It's the weekend again. Have a great weekend everyone.

The American imperialist mountain division in this chapter is talking about the tenth mountain division of the United States. Formed during World War II, it can be regarded as an elite armed force of the United States.

(End of chapter)