Berezov didn't give a positive answer to my rhetorical question, but judging by his expression, his psychological condition was completely different from mine. It felt like he had a clear goal, and it was a very high goal for him, and it couldn't be compared to me, so there was nothing to say.

If you don't say it, you don't say it, it's nothing. Because I can probably guess that, judging by his and Paul's nicknames, the Joker and the Dwarf, they should have similar pursuits.

Two days later, Berezov's men found a car and took everyone, including the Iraqi who had run out with us, out of the hospital. Now this Iraqi has become Saeed's man, and he is also acting with us.

A day later, we were all back in Mariupol, Ukraine. Saeed and Tuoyou** were taken to the hospital, while those of us with minor injuries were sent back to Paul's training base after a re-examination. After sending us back here, Berezov hurried back to the 17th round, and it is said that there was news from the Turkish side, which not only agreed to the exchange, but also agreed on the time and place of the exchange, and Berezov was in a hurry to hurry back to discuss the relevant action matters.

After I came back, I didn't see Paul, it was said that something important had gone out. The first acquaintance I met was Lukovic, who had returned from his recovery. When he saw me, he didn't wait for me to speak, but he comforted me first. It turned out that the bodies of the gardener and Dada had been transported back first, as well as the news of the death of the drunkard and the village girl, so before we returned, Lukovich and the others knew about the loss of our operation.

Lukovich comforted me that they had long thought about the day and even about dying at someone's hands. There are ethnic Albanian armed forces, peacekeepers, and even those who have done bad things and died under the guns of the police. Among them, being able to die in battle with the Americans is undoubtedly the best outcome in their opinion.

Lukovic's words reminded me of the fat man Ivanovic I met when I first arrived in Serbia, and before he died, he also said that it was an honor to die in the battle with NATO...

Either way, Lukovic's words made me feel a little better。。。。。 I hope the gardener thinks the same way. It's impossible to know, but I hope so, and it feels a bit like I'm lying to myself.

But while I was getting better, I was reminded of another problem. Can I be as calm as the gardener and Lukovich, the gardener and the fat Ivanovich? It doesn't seem to work。。。。。 At least I could have done it as freely and easily as Ivanovich did before he died, I couldn't do it. At least there will be reluctance, because I don't know what I'm fighting for, and I don't have a clear opponent and goal.

After talking to Lukovic, I asked about Christovic, and Lukovic told me that the guy is in good condition at the moment, and although he is still recovering from his injury, he is no longer in much trouble. This is somewhat of a rare piece of good news for me lately. At this moment, I suddenly feel that people are always one after another when they are unlucky, and that sentence is not a single line to describe our operation, I think it is more appropriate and good. A short period of preparation, a dangerous area, a temporary change of ambush position, and the forced attack on the Kurdish militant group leaders who were not the target led to a delay in the evacuation time and a situation of being pursued, and then encountered the Yankee helicopter on the way, then the tracks, and finally the mercenaries. Now that I think about it, maybe it was the helicopter that led to the subsequent ambush by mercenaries. All of this is pushing us into a corner.

After chatting with Lukovic, Zhao Yi found me. He told me while I was talking to Lukovic. He found the mountain man and the sissy and communicated with them. He said the two men were in a bad state, worse than when he returned from his first operation, in Georgia. It feels like losing my soul. He said he tried to comfort them, but to no avail.

I'm not surprised that they are in such a state. I told Zhao Yi that this is normal... Everyone is a normal person, and what they experienced in the previous day was a real and unavoidable super nightmare for them. A nightmare far beyond their psychological capacity. In addition to the danger of bullets, there are also companions who get along day and night to die by their side. For people like them, who don't even train enough, it's nice to know what to do along the way and do what they need to do.

Zhao Yi didn't say much to what I said, maybe he also knew that no one was willing to talk too much about the previous task. So he quickly changed the subject, and after a brief chat, he left, saying that he continued to enlighten the two people.

After Zhao Yi left, I did not return to my barracks to rest. Instead, I walked around the camp, which can be regarded as a way for me to solve myself, very ordinary, nothing special, it can only be regarded as a way to divert my attention and not let myself think wildly.

As I turned to the edge of the training ground, I saw the Iraqi man who had been brought back by Saeed. He really stared at the people in the training ground. He watched so intently that he didn't notice until I stood next to him for a while.

"You're watching them train." I asked in English.

The man nodded, but did not speak. I followed his gaze and wondered what attracted him, because the training on the playground was actually very ordinary and nothing special.

"I haven't practiced any of this... The man looked at it for a moment and then suddenly spoke.

"How is that possible?" I looked at him, and when I asked, I suddenly understood what he really meant. He's not saying that he hasn't trained, he's saying that he hasn't been a soldier. Because what he sees will be practiced by the army of any country, but the methods are different.

"You've never been a soldier, have you?" I asked.

"Yes, I haven't." The Iraqi nodded, "It's not just me... Many of us have never been in the army... ”

Hearing him say that, I immediately understood why they had made the raid the way it did.

"That village..." The Iraqi man said and looked at me, "We were in that village. There were a few other people in the team who were locals from that village... ”

"How dare you shoot those people with guns?" I looked at him strangely, "Don't you know who those people are?" ”

"Yes ... Of course you know ... The Iraqis looked at me and said, "We know them better than you do." ”

Ask for support! Seeking Fat !! Thanks to Dada and the old wolf's fat... Thanks to the two old bacons!

(End of chapter)