When Zhang Yan returned to the hospital, the gauze behind him had been soaked with blood, and there was a thermos box on the bedside table, but there was no figure in sight.

He smiled weakly, rolled over to bed, and slowly lay down.

The excessive blood loss and overwork caused his eyelids to fight incessantly, and I don't know how long it took for him to quietly close his eyes and fall into a deep sleep.

When I woke up again, it was already afternoon, but the time of *** Fort was like noon, and the sun hung high in the south, shining into the house, bringing warmth.

His body was still tired, and his stomach was "growling" for a while, and he remembered that he hadn't eaten yet.

The food box on the bedside table was gone, and he was a little stunned, and finally smiled helplessly.

When he turned on the TV, it was all in English or Urdu, and he couldn't understand a word, so he had to turn it off.

I don't know how long it took, there was a heavy footstep at the door, he subconsciously wanted to find a weapon to protect himself, only to find that there was only a remote control, or plastic.

"Hold the grass, are you finally awake?"

The person who came was an old fish, with a brisk smile on his face, and before Zhang Yan could answer, he continued: "Are you hungry? I knew you were hungry. I can't starve you. ”

Zhang Yan squinted at him and gave him a roll of his eyes, and muttered, "Fuck your uncle!" ”

"Hurry up and eat, it's a little late today."

Lao Yu put the food he brought on the small table, and Zhang Yan lay on the bed to eat, listening to the birdman's vernacular.

"Today, the chiefs went to see the tank production line, so they came back a little late."

"What tank?"

"MBT!"

"Isn't it VT4?"

"That's for the Kingdom of Thailand, and now the Pakistani army doesn't have it, but they seem to be interested in VT4, and this time the chief came here for this."

"Oh," Zhang Yan nodded as if he didn't understand, and then continued to grill rice.

"I'm going to the airplane production line tomorrow."

"Thunderbolt?"

"I don't know," the old fish shook his head, glanced around the room, and suddenly approached him and said, "It may be Weilong." ”

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......!"

A cough suddenly sounded in the room, and Zhang Yan didn't have time to swallow the food in his mouth before he squirted out.

"Are you sure it's Veyron? Isn't that thing out of the way? ”

"I don't know, you can't talk nonsense."

Zhang Yan glanced at him again, numb, pants were taken off, you told me that you were a relative!

If it weren't for the inconvenience of his movements, he would have killed the birdman Lao Yu.

"Our Weilong has been installed, and it looks quite handsome."

"How do you know?"

"Don't you go online? There is news on our military intranet. ”

"Okay."

Zhang Yan continued to eat, but there was really no way to communicate with this birdman.

"You know, last night Sharif and they made an emergency operation and took out a terrorist den, and I heard that the fight was quite lively."

"Really?"

"Don't say you don't know, why didn't you die outside after going out with him for so long last night?"

"I'm going to die outside, and it's your turn to deliver food to Lao Tzu? Go and burn paper for me. ”

"Hey, hey, hey......."

The two big men sat on the hospital bed and smirked, if Zhang Yan hadn't found it in time the night before, they might have been buried in the ground by now.

After eating, before the old fish could leave, Sharif hurried to the hospital.

"Zhang, brother, we killed a lot of Taliban last night!"

"Sharif, I should teach you the correct pronunciation of Chinese, or I will be taken to my hometown by you one day."

Sharif was stunned for a moment, he didn't understand the Chinese joke at all, turned his head to look at the old fish next to him, and saw his smirk, and laughed along.

The bearded man thought his brother was praising him.

"Zhang, brother, just now, the Taliban announced that they were responsible for what happened the night before yesterday."

"Really?"

"Yes."

Zhang Yan's brows furrowed slightly, he really couldn't figure out why the Taliban would come to Fort *** to make such a show, and he didn't understand whether this matter had anything to do with their exchange group.

His fingers tapped lightly on the table, making a "da-da-da" sound, and Lao Yu and Sharif fell silent when they saw that he looked thoughtful.

"Lao Yu, tell the chief immediately after you go back, pay attention to safety, and several of you should also properly strengthen security protection, and ask the embassy guard for reinforcements if necessary."

"Understood, I'll go back."

After speaking, Lao Yu turned around and left, and Sharif next to him asked anxiously, "Zhang, what's wrong?" ”

"Sharif, did you get anything out of your raid on their den last night?"

"There were only a few prisoners, the rest were some documents and a batch of weapons, and some improvised bombs in them."

"Homemade bombs?" Zhang Yan's voice was obviously paused, and then he asked, "What does it look like?" ”

"Remote-controlled detonation and human bombs, high-concentration TNT cluster bundling."

"Where did they get the remote control and raw materials?"

This time it was Sharif's turn to frown, "We really haven't paid attention to this yet...... ”

"Sharif, check, you must find out the source of their raw materials, I guess you will have a greater harvest."

"In addition, the surprise interrogation of those prisoners can take the form of separate interrogation, bold guesses, break through their psychological defenses, and if you need help, come to me at any time."

"Okay, looks like I'm busy."

"Sharif, my brother, now that our country's exchange group is here, I have to ensure the safety of the chief, thank you."

"Zhang, we are brother countries!"

Sharif smiled and patted his armband, which had the flags of China and Pakistan, and both of them laughed at the same time when they saw this scene.

Zhang Yan was the only one left in the empty ward, and the situation outside was changing rapidly, and he regretted his reckless actions that night, otherwise he wouldn't have been stuffy in the hospital.

Judging from the actions of the terrorists that night, it seems that it has nothing to do with their exchange group, but if you think about it carefully, it seems that there is some connection.

This is not a country, there is no on-call force support, they must protect the safety of the chief.

He didn't know what the exchange group was going to do, although it was said that a few of them were going to serve as tactical instructors for the Pakistani armed forces, but he didn't think it was worth it for a golden bean to go out in person.

Terrorist attacks, human bombs, homemade bombs, ......, a series of nouns began to spin rapidly in his mind, and he even thought of Ah San.

During this time, Ah San made a lot of trouble, as we all know, the Pakistani army and Ah San had a quarrel because of the Kashmir Plateau, and the relationship between the two sides is like Sino-Japanese relations, a thousand-year-old enemy, will the sudden appearance of their exchange group have anything to do with Ah San?

The sound of fingers tapping on the table echoed in the silent room, and the rhythmic appearance of "Da Da Da" was as ups and downs as his heart.