Zhao Yang was seriously injured, with extensive damage caused by abdominal penetration, and a large hole was opened in his lower back, and the doctor said that if it deviated a little more, it would break his kidney.

After the operation, he was finally out of danger and admitted to the ICU, and Zhang Yan was able to breathe a sigh of relief and followed the doctor to the ward to rest.

As for the embassy staff and the Pakistani army, he didn't want to deal with it, he was really not in the mood.

Lying on the hospital bed, his mind was full of the figure of the young man, and there was no glimmer of hope in his dark eyes, like a walking corpse.

Not knowing exactly why, he sent these teenage kids out into the field and picked up bombs and guns.

In China, teenagers are in middle school and can be accompanied by classmates and cared for by their families, but children here may not even be able to write their own names.

This is war!

This is turmoil!

Some people say that the best way to end the war is to counter violence with violence, and Zhang Yan doesn't know how long they will have to kill to end this chaotic war.

In the past, when I was in China, I always complained about pyramid schemes, scammers, thieves and the like, but in foreign countries, you don't know when a roadside bomb will appear and send you to the sky.

The night street scuffle did not end with Zhang Yan and their departure, after solving the bomb problem, Sharif and his team began to conduct surprise interrogations of the captured prisoners, hoping to get more clues.

When the sky was bright, Zhang Yan woke up from a nightmare, and the young man's dim eyes seemed to tell about his hard childhood.

He was half-lying on the hospital bed, habitually turning on the TV, and some news stations on the screen were already broadcasting last night's shootout, and the serious host "chirped" in the vernacular, and he remembered that he couldn't understand these bird words at all.

After the medical staff conducted a routine examination on him, they hung a drip on him, the same pattern made the corners of his mouth twitch unnaturally a few times, and finally found a nurse who could speak Chinese to inquire, only to know that the medical staff of Pakistani Hospital had also studied in China.

Zhang Yan lay on the bed and wanted to laugh inexplicably, just like the widely circulated joke, people happily ran abroad to purchase, thinking that they were buying high-end goods from abroad, and when they returned home and saw "made in China", they were immediately fooled.

When it was close to ten o'clock, Lao Yu found the hospital.

"Lao Zhang, how is your health?"

"The wound is broken, there may be an infection, it's not certain. Have you seen Zhao Yang? ”

"As soon as I came back from him, the people at the embassy said that they would send him back to China when Zhao Yang was completely out of danger."

Zhang Yan nodded and said, "That's fine, after all, the domestic environment is relatively stable." ”

"Do you want to go back? Your body is also not too optimistic. ”

"Huh?" He was stunned for a moment, and then asked suspiciously, "What did the embassy say?" ”

"It seems to be a little interesting, you know, there have been too many things happening in the past few days, and they are basically related to us, maybe the superiors think we are too uneasy."

Zhang Yan smiled bitterly, he forgot that what his superiors wanted was peace and stability, and some difficulties had to make way for peace.

There doesn't seem to be anything wrong with harmonizing him.

"If my superiors let me go back to China, I will resolutely obey."

Lao Yu raised his eyebrows and said in surprise: "You are such an honest person?" ”

"Revolutionary fighters are bricks, and they can be moved wherever they are needed."

"Phew!"

Both of them smiled bitterly, if Zhang Yan also returned to China this time, this exchange activity would be really harmonious.

In accordance with the requirements of their superiors, the six of them went to the Pakistani armed police force to carry out exchange and study activities, including tactics, campaign command, individual combat, special operations, and so on.

It roughly means that the rookies who came out of the academy can learn from the experience of the veterans of the Pakistani army who have been on the front line of the battlefield all the year round, and the two sides complement each other's shortcomings.

However, Zhang Yan and the others fought with the terrorists on the first day, and within a few days, they encountered a street bomb...... In such a situation, it is simply stepping on shit.

"Old fish, how is that kid?"

"The right hand is useless, and now I'm locked up in prison."

"I hope he doesn't hate me."

"What do you think?" The old fish patted his arm gently, "That kid wants to blow you up, if you don't shoot, you'll be in the morgue now." ”

"Have you forgotten that to be merciful to your enemies is to be cruel to yourself?"

Zhang Yan shook his head a little painfully, "It may be that it has been a long time, and I always feel that my heart is not good." ”

There was silence in the ward, and after a long time, Lao Yu took an apple and handed it to Zhang Yan, "Taste the apple here, it's very sweet." ”

"Really? I thought the grapes here were better than those in China. ”

"If you want to open a little, don't always look sullen, that is not conducive to recovery."

Zhang Yan just nodded lightly and asked with a smile, "How are you doing in the Mubarak camp?" ”

"That's it, every day, in addition to going to the Army Academy to take classes, is to exchange combat experience with those bearded people. Yesterday the embassy people said, let's try not to go out, save trouble. ”

"Stay in the barracks, maybe we won't have so many things to do."

The two of them were dull for a long time, muttering nonsense in their mouths, as if they were comforting themselves and as if they were comforting each other.

It was close to noon when Lao Yu left the hospital, and Zhang Yan lay on the hospital bed and fell asleep again.

It's rare to have time to rest, and to be able to eat, sleep, and eat every day, and there seems to be no better life than this.

Maybe it was a kind of self-defeating, or self-paralysis, but he really couldn't think of anything else.

During his week-long stay in the hospital, Sharif and Mubarak visited him once, saying that they had found clues to street bombs and had followed the army to eliminate the terrorists.

Lao Yu and they didn't go with them, maybe the embassy gave them a death order, and he didn't know anything about the problems here in the hospital.

Zhao Yang was completely out of danger on the fourth day after the operation, and the people in the embassy were also sharp enough to arrange a helicopter to send him back to China, and then waited for his superiors to send someone over.

On the ninth day of hospitalization, Zhang Yan ran to the electronic scale as usual, and lost five pounds in less than ten days, and his original bronzed face looked a lot whiter, which often caused the medical staff to laugh.

After breakfast, Lao Yu and his few birdmen all came running, and there were two strange and familiar guys in the middle.

"Lao Zhang, the person sent from China will be our captain in the future."

"Sun Bing Cube!"

"Zhang Huohuo!"