Our car was driving very fast, and we couldn't take care of anything at the moment. Just go east and all the way east, and just keep going. Saeed sat in the car, one by one, in Arabic and then in Russian. And the Iraqi man next to him looked down at the sissy who had been holding Dada with a blank face, he must have been the only one of the guerrilla-like armed groups to come out alive.

"The person who will pick us up will be here soon." Said whispered beside me.

I turned my head to look at him and said, "Answer?" Is this also called answering? With that, I turned my head to look ahead of the car and ignored Said.

"They didn't dare come over." Said said after a moment of silence, "You have also seen the combat power of this group of people here. It's not surprising that they don't come. “

I didn't answer Said's words, but continued to look ahead as if I hadn't heard at all. It seems to me that it is not the mercenaries that struck me, but the Iraqis. Their raid turned out to be like this. Originally, it was a situation where it was completely possible to easily repel the opponent's people and make the opponent suffer heavy losses. But in the end, it turned out that the gang themselves became sheep and were herded up in the village, with us. Not only did this cost us a lot, but they themselves only managed to get out of this one person.

About twenty minutes after the car had been driving, a puff of smoke appeared in front of us. It's the dust that is stirred up by a car driving ahead of us. Just as Aliyev tightened his grip on his gun, Said made a phone call and motioned for everyone not to be frequent. After his brief communication, Said asked the mountain people to drive towards each other.

Moments later, our cars came to the other side. The gang drove three cars, one SUV and two pickup trucks. The people in the SUV didn't know, and the people in the pickup compartment were all carrying guns anyway. After seeing us, the door of the SUV quickly opened and a person stepped out of the car. The man had a beard, some of which had turned white, and he looked to be old. He nodded at Said when he saw him, and after a quick glance at the carriage, especially after staring at the Turk for a moment, he beckoned to his men, and the others quickly leaned over and motioned for us to get out of the car, and put away our guns.

"Listen to them." Saeed got out of the car with the help of one of the other party, "They will take us across the border, and rescue has been arranged on the Iranian side." We don't need to do anything more. “

I didn't speak, but I rolled over and got out of the car and moved the gardener and Dada's bodies to the car with the others, and then our car was driven by the other person's people and left first. We got into each other's pickups, and when the guy got out of the SUV got back into the car, the three cars started and drove one after the other to the border.

Half an hour later, we passed through a dilapidated and unstaffed border checkpoint, and when we entered the Iranian side of the border checkpoint, they exchanged a few words with the people in the off-road vehicle and then put us all in.

After entering the country, our group went straight to a small hospital in a small town on the Iranian side. Here, the men of the seventeenth bureau took the Turk, as well as the gardener and the corpse of Dada. At the same time, because all of us are injured, this hospital has become a temporary base for us.

Except for Said and Tuoyou**, who had to undergo surgery, the rest of us who were still alive didn't have much of a problem, most of them were skin injuries, although some of them looked quite serious, but they didn't hurt their muscles and bones. Before being wheeled into the operating room, Said also stressed to me that it was safe to rest and recuperate, but not to do anything against MSL's teachings and to stay quiet. We'll wait until after his surgery last night.

The surgery took quite a long time, and I was a little worried about whether this small hospital would be able to do it. But the fact is that after almost half a day, the two guys were pushed out of the operating room and returned to the ward.

In the evening of the same day, Berezov came here with a group of people. To be honest, I don't really like Berezov, maybe because the two sides fought each other face-to-face in Chechnya and almost killed each other, and they always felt hostile to each other. But this time, seeing him with someone, I suddenly felt like Berezov was like an old friend for many years. It's a feeling I didn't even feel when I came out of Afghanistan. Maybe I'm really scared this time。。。。。 Think about how many of the people who fought side by side from the very beginning are still alive today? Watching them fall one by one, most of the people who are alive are disabled. All of a sudden, I couldn't stand it anymore, and I think it was actually the ones that scared me the most.

"I've asked the doctor... Berezov walked up to me and said, "Both of them should be fine." After two days of observation, you can leave and transfer to the hospital. ”

I glanced at Berezov and nodded, "Is there any news from Rebich?" “

"What I did know before you set off was that the Russians contacted the Turks after you got your hands on it. They tried to deny it at first, but soon came to their door. That's all I know at the moment. Berezov said.

"So the form is very powerful for us?" I asked, "Will Rebic be traded back anytime soon?" “

"I guess that's how it should be... Berezov took out the cigarette on his body and looked at the ward, "Do you want to go out for a cigarette?" “

I got up and followed Berezov out of the ward and out of the hospital. Berezov looked around, handed me a cigarette, lit it, and then he spoke: "Originally, when I received Ivan's notice. I thought you were done. He said and looked at me, "Really." That's what I thought at the time. “

I took a puff on my cigarette and looked at him, "There's nothing wrong with what you're thinking." If we were on our own. We should all be dead on the other side of the border by now. “

"I've always wanted to ask you a question. What do you want to get out of this business? Berezov looked at me seriously and said, "Maybe I shouldn't have said that. But I wonder, what the hell are you thinking? Is it American hatred? Probably not... You've done things for them before. Is it hatred of NATO? It doesn't make sense. Money? Nor is it ... “

I looked at Berezov and did not answer. Because in fact, this question has been blurred by now... It's hard to think of a reason that really convinces you for a while. "What about you? Why are you? For the sake of the country and ideals? “

Are you all confused by my heavy casualties? . . . Ha ha. It seems that we have to learn a lesson in the future, and we can't be too miserable. Otherwise, everyone will not be able to accept it.

(End of chapter)