Chapter 100: Thirty Days of Hell (7)

We stopped immediately, and then the guide looked at me quickly, beckoned to me, and pointed to the top of the dirt slope. I understood that this meant that I should go up with him and have a look.

I nodded to him, and then the two of them quickly came to the high place of the dirt slope and then looked in the direction of the village, only to see that there were a few people in the village wearing steel helmets and camouflage and carrying guns, these people were walking towards the edge of the village, as if they were leaving, when they walked, from the houses in the small village appeared in the village people, but as soon as these people appeared, those few turned back and waved at them, this wave of the action is not the meaning of waving goodbye, but a kind of drive, It seems to mean that they are going to retreat into the house and not come out.

"What do they mean by that? Don't let them go out? I asked in a low voice.

The guide looked there and whispered, "It's these people with guns who don't let these people out before they leave." They are afraid that there is a hidden enemy among these people, and in short, they do not trust, they are afraid that something will happen. ”

"I see." I nodded and continued to look at the village, judging by the outfits and weapons of these people, they were not Yankees, they should be from the Northern Alliance, the number of people I could see now was five, they drove the people back to the house and came to the edge of the village, where they seemed to communicate with someone and then turned around and moved quickly in the direction of south-east, that is, towards Afghanistan.

The guide breathed a sigh of relief, and after the men ran out of our field of vision, he slowly retreated down the dirt slope.

"Let's go. This village is fine, but I guess there is a team of Yankees around. This place is bare, and we can't stay long, and if they're still around, we'll be easily spotted, so we'll have to get out of here as soon as possible. The guide said.

We don't talk nonsense, since the guide must have a reason for saying this, after all, he knows the situation here better than we do, which is why he is a guide. So we didn't ask too much, just followed him quickly north.

The walk was nearly two hours, and it was already afternoon when I stopped to rest again. At this moment, many of us are tired and hungry, after all, we didn't eat the meal before.

"Where is this?" I immediately opened my mouth to ask after a pause.

The guide took out his own water bag and took a sip of water, "This is the wilderness. Hehe, it's still some way from our destination, but you guys have pretty good legs. Especially the old guy, who actually came over too. ”

The old fellow sat down on the ground as soon as he stopped, and he looked up at the guide and said, "If I were so easy to die, I would have been doomed a long time ago, and the reason why we can meet is because I don't die easily." ”

"Haha." The guide smiled, put away the water bag, and sat down next to a large rock by the side of the road.

Actually, there is no road here, I just call the route we are going to walk a road. When I saw the guide sit down, I immediately motioned for everyone to start resting and be on guard.

"Don't be too nervous. There are no villages here or left. Yankees: They're not going to run where no one is at all. The guide spoke.

I put down my backpack, took out the dry food and water bottle, drank two sips of water, and began to nibble on the dry food. The old fellow on the side obviously didn't agree with what the guide said, he took out his little flask and took a sip before saying, "You didn't make me nervous before, but there was a situation there. “

The guide glanced at the old guy's flask, "That's wine, right?" Don't deny it, I smell it. “

"What? I didn't want to deny it at all, I didn't dare to admit it since I was a child. Are you going to take a bite? The old guy said.

The guide sneered, "I'm just reminding you that this is an MSL-based country, and you don't drink alcohol. Drink to prove you're not. It's an outsider, and it's not surprising that someone would even beat you up for this. It's more important not to show off the wine in your hand with an MSL, it's an insult to them. ”

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nbsp; "Okay... The old guy nodded, "I've been in a Middle Eastern country before. But I've never been afraid of anyone going to deal with me because I'm drinking. Ha ha. I was not afraid before, I am not afraid now, and I will not be afraid in the future. “

"Alright... I waved my hand, "We're not here to discuss doctrine and wine, so don't talk about it." Hurry up and rest and get to that place called Gelmacchi early. “

The guide watched as I took out a piece of bread and nibbled on it, while the old man took out the flask again and poured himself two sips.

"So ... The Soviet Union could not take Afghanistan because of the stupidity of some people. The guide looked at the old fellow and said as if to himself.

I was afraid that they would quarrel again, so I immediately spoke: "After we have said Gelmachi, will we continue to walk to find someone?" If that's the case, I don't think half a year will be enough. ”

"Of course not." The old fellow said, "As long as we get there, we will arrange it." ”

"That's good. Otherwise, I think the biggest threat is not the Yankees or the TLB, but the road here. Lukovic, who was sitting next to the old guy, said.

"Huh." The guide smiled disdainfully, "It's because you don't know this place yet, and when the time comes, you'll think it's much better to let you go back to Russia than to stay in this hellish place." ”

After about twenty minutes of rest, we got up again and started on our way. And rushed to the designated place shortly after the sun set. This is a relatively large city, called Germachi, and we did not go directly into the city, but hid ourselves in a wooded area at the edge of the city under the cover of night.

Judging by the trucks that drove by from time to time on the road, there were armed forces stationed there. I don't know exactly what kind of armament it is, but I don't think it should be a Yankee. This reason is very simple, it is like the most difficult to fool during the Anti-Japanese War is actually the Japanese, because they have no trust at all, and their position is very clear and firm, while the puppet army or something is different, although they are not good things, but they are much easier to communicate with than the Japanese. The same should be true here, as this is the place to meet the liaison, which means that this is not an area personally controlled by the Yankee or even a few of his staunch allies, but by some more marginal or local armed groups.

At half past seven o'clock in the evening, a car drove out of the city, and it was driving directly towards our woods, and soon stopped in the clearing outside the woods. Then the headlights flickered quickly into the woods. After repeating it twice, the old fellow Younis did not move but nodded to the guide beside him, who slowly walked out of the woods and towards the truck.