Saying goodbye to Walker, we didn't leave immediately, but chose to continue to rest in the same place. I'm already exhausted from the previous fight, and if I can walk, I don't think I'll have to go far and stop again to rest. So instead of that, it's better to take a good breath at this moment, and when you get on the road, go faster, go farther, and get out of this hellish place as soon as possible.

We went back into the woods, but not deep into the woods. There were quite a few corpses lying in the woods at the moment, some dead at the hands of the Americans, and many more under our guns. So we just found a flat spot in the woods and started resting.

I dug out the Yankees to resupply us, and everyone divided up and began to eat. I looked around as I ate, and although the TLB forces that were chasing us had only just run away, I really wasn't worried that they would come back. Instead, I think it's them who should be worried.

The reason is simple, the gang has lost quite a few people here. The Yankees naturally won't let go easily when they find their tracks, just like the Yankees said just now. I guess the people who came to clean up are already halfway there. And the Yankees didn't all leave, they left a bunch of people here, which was obviously the one who guided the people who came to clean up behind them to cooperate with them. In that case, what else do I have to worry about?!

Soon after they had eaten and drunk, several more helicopters flew in quickly, including Chinook and Apache. The helicopters landed under the command of the few remaining Yankees. This time, all of them were fully armed, and I counted about fifty-six people. I couldn't help but smile when I saw these people, the previous pursuers became the target of the hunt, and these Yankees were enough for the bastards to drink a pot.

I got up after the Yankees had left and after packing up my things, I took a rifle from a random TLB corpse in the woods and put it on my back, and found two more magazines to load on my body. After one last glance at the corpses, which were left unattended, I turned to Ashraf and they continued on their way.

We walked around the mountains for two days, and it was said that there was a way to Pakistan, but in fact, the definition of this road was completely different from what we usually knew, that is, it was just a place where people could walk relatively safely.

I've lost count of how many hills we've climbed, and I can't remember how many laps we've made in the mountains. Two days later, after crossing a narrow mountain road on the edge of a cliff, the guide pointed to a mountain peak on the side and told us that we had entered Pakistan.

Hearing this, I looked at the mountain peak, which was considered a landmark. Although I was somewhat relieved in my heart, when I looked ahead, there was no difference between this and Afghanistan behind us. There are no villages, no border signs, and no border checkpoints or border guards.

We did not stop, but continued to move towards Pakistan. After another day of walking, we gradually walked out of the mountains. After getting out of the mountains, my problem came. So where are we going next? Now that the phased task has been completed, what should I do after that?

I don't know where our people are ... There is no way to get in touch ... I can't be a homeless man in Pakistan. And we don't have enough supplies now, so we have to determine the direction we want to go as soon as possible. When I couldn't figure out what to do, I looked at Ashraf and said, "Ask the guide." Are there any villages or towns nearby? “

Ashraf addressed the guide, who paused to look at us, and then said something. Ashraf immediately said: "He said that if you walk a little more up the mountain, there will be a small mountain village." But Ann is not safe, I don't know. Because there may be people with TLB there. ”

I nodded, and he had a point. Such boundaries, which are called borders, are actually less effective than those drawn by predators such as lions and tigers. It is very likely that the TLB will use these places to hide from encirclement and find supplies.

"What about the bigger cities? Are there any towns around here that are a bit larger? I asked.

Ashraf immediately translated towards the guide. My logic now is very simple, I want to go where there are people, and where there are many people. First of all, I might be able to find something I could use to get in touch with these places, and although I lost contact with those people, I can at least remember a few phone numbers. In addition, when I seem to find someone else, those who want to find us will inevitably inquire about the news in a crowded place. No one is going to go to the mountains and look aimlessly, right?

"Balleginar." "He said that the nearest town to us is called Baljinar. But he said he would be checked if he went to big towns. No identity may be seized. “

"Huh? I do have a problem. I nodded, "But we have to go there." Tell them we need to find my people or get in touch with them. If you encounter Pakistan's military police, then adapt to the situation... “

After I finished speaking, I looked into the distance and couldn't help but whisper, "I hope that the legendary "Pakistan Railway" in my hometown is real iron... “

The others didn't have much of a problem with my decision, because they didn't have any clear goals and destinations at the moment, let alone good ideas. So we quickly agreed and proceeded on our journey, but instead of immediately heading towards Baljinar, we went first to the nearest village. Because we needed supplies, we basically used up everything we had to eat and drink on this journey, including what the Yankees had left us. Without supplies, it will be difficult for us to get to Balghinar, which is still some distance away.

After a half-day trip, we came to the small village that the guide said. Looking towards this small village, the style of this village is similar to that of Afghanistan, the same backward and dilapidated. But it feels a lot calmer, after all, there is no war, no destruction.

We didn't go in immediately, but let the guide and Sadat go to the village first. As I thought before, there may be people armed with TLB in this village. We have to be careful.

The rest of us hid on a hillside outside the village, and I watched with a gun in my hand as the guide and Sadat walked into the village. It was already approaching evening, and the people of the village seemed to be busy cooking dinner and packing things, or driving cattle into the pen.

When the two men reached the entrance of the village, they were discovered by the people of the village, and they found that they were children. When the child saw the two of them, he immediately turned around and ran back to the village, apparently to call the adults.

I think Sadat and the guide were standing at the entrance of the village after they were discovered, and I think this is right, after all, they are strangers, and it is undoubtedly polite to come to someone else's land and wait for the other person to appear without revealing their identity, and to show that they are not hostile.

(End of chapter)