The hellish life of Zhao Yi's gang began on this day, the intensity of training became higher and higher, running laps, running laps with weights, running during the day, running in the middle of the night, disassembling guns, shooting, equipment, simple tactics, they can't have excuses, no rights, no spare time, and even no adequate sleep and respite. In addition to these, there are various reasons to deal with, even fault-finding corporal punishment. We are in a race against time, and I hope they are no worse than others, at least not worse than the Serbs who have been trained here.

Half a month later, when the gang gradually took shape, the old guy Younis's trip to Afghanistan started. On this day, Ivan drove to the camp, and he not only picked him up, but he also took Said, who had been training here.

During this time, I've noticed that Said's gang is, as Paul says, the best of all the people here, and the most familiar of my eight bastards. Maybe it's because we, as friends who have also been bullied by the Yankees, have been huddling together to keep warm, the two teams seem to have a common language when they get together than when they meet others, so that some of these people are serious Russian, and when English is still bad, some of the daily words of Arabic are learned well.

Saeed and I were sent to the seventeenth round, and Younis was waiting for us in the conference room. When we walked into the conference room, Younis sat there with a serious face, his usual notebook in his hand. After motioning for me and Saeed to sit down, and Ivan left, the old man spoke.

"I got the word that the guy we're looking for is still alive. But the exact location is not yet known. Younis said, glancing at his notebook, "His name there now is... Akmall. The old guy said as he took out two photos and handed them to us, but Saeed didn't take them, he motioned for me to look at them, and I guess he knew this person, so he didn't need to look at them at all.

I took the photos and looked at them, one was a passport photo, and the person in the photo was obviously an Arab, with a high nose and big eyes, some curly hair, and on the cheeks on both sides of the face, you could see that this guy was a guy with a beard.

I looked at the other one, and this one felt completely different from the previous one, it was a photo that felt like a battlefield photo, and there were quite a few people with him, all of them with guns, and I couldn't tell which one was him for a while.

Saeed seemed to see that I didn't recognize him, and pointed to a person in the middle of the picture, "This is it." “

I looked at this person, and the guy in this photo had a big beard, I should say that he had the same beard as the person next to him, and the color of his skin was much darker than the one in the ID photo.

"This was taken in Afghanistan?" I asked.

"Yes." Younis nodded, "I think it was taken not long ago." However, many of the people in the photo are dead. “

"What are we going to do?" Said asked.

"Find him and get him out of there." Younis said, leaning back in his chair, "How's your guys training?" “

"It's good. They're all good, just waiting to fight the Yankees. Said replied.

Younis was obviously satisfied with this answer, he nodded and looked at me, "This time I want to take about ten people with me, have you picked them there?" “

"Am I here? That's all I have. How do you choose? Ten people, Paul will provide it to me. He told me he would pick the best people. I said.

"Okay." Younis nodded, "It's best to pick a good man today." “

"Of course. You can do it today. When are we leaving? I asked.

"About two days later, we're going to leave in two days." The old guy said and glanced at his notebook, "From here, we'll go to Turkmenistan first, and then head south into Afghanistan." There's someone over there to pick us up. “

"Where are we going when we go?"

Said said, "Where are we going to find him?" “

"It's still in the process of confirming this guy's location." The old guy said and pointed to the photo, "They must have met the Americans before, and they were broken up after a fierce battle." Now someone is looking for them around the area where this picture was taken. ”

"Will he come with us when we find this guy?" I asked, "He doesn't look like he's going to come back easily." ”

"We just found him. Find it first, and talk about the rest later. If all goes well, we'll get him out the same way we find him. That's it. Younis Dao.

"Is there anyone else around him now?" Said Road.

"There should be. He may be with a boss now. The old guy said.

"Isn't that supposed to be safe?" I said.

The old guy looked at me and smiled a little before shaking his head, "On the contrary, he can be dangerous." ”

"Why? Could it be that this boss is being hunted down on the Yankees' blacklist? Said asked.

"Yes. That's it. Based on previous intelligence, I suspect that the reason why they were dispersed before was because of the Yankees' targeted actions. He was lucky enough to get out of the way, but there's no guarantee he'll be able to dodge it next time. “

"Can you tell where this guy is now? Where was this photo taken? I asked.

"Near Kandahar, or a group photo before retreating to Kandahar." The old guy said.

"So he's probably in Kandahar right now?" I continued to ask.

"Pretty much, I can't give you exactly, but it should be in that generation, because the rest of the world is now under the control of the Americans." The old guy said.

"That's good. I have a question. I've seen the map before, this place called Kandahar, in the south of Afghanistan, and you let us go in from Turkmenistan in the north, so far, how do we go? I asked.

"Of course I know that. But if we don't, the risks are just as great. Are you going to go in from Pakistan to the south? I'm telling you, the Yankees are full of spies there right now. They also know that it is an important passage now, and the road is close, but the risk seems to me to be much higher than from Turkmenistan. Younis Dao.

"Okay... So how do we hide our identities? Or did they hide all the way to Kandahar like the real local forces? ”

"You can rest assured of that. I've figured out the whole thing, and I'm also confirming the exact location of this guy. Now they're losing ground and running away tomorrow before they arrive, so maybe this guy isn't near Kandahar anymore. Younis Dao.

"Since you say that, I'm fine. I'm going to pick people out today, and are you sure you want to go with us? I looked at the old guy and said.

"That's right! I'm going to go into Afghanistan with you in this operation. The old guy said.