After half a month in the hospital, Zhang Yan was finally discharged.

When he returned to the Mubarak camp again, he was almost moved to tears when he saw a group of bearded uncles full of concern.

Sharif also came to celebrate his recovery, but in fact, he told him about the terrorists.

The terrorists who were caught were all thrown into prison, and the child whose hand he had broken was treated the same, and for the bearded man, no matter how old the enemy was, he was still an enemy after all.

Ah San retreated, this is not a big news, a little surprised, and reasonable.

The bearded men secretly attacked Ah San's two outposts some time ago, and after a burst of artillery bombardment, they killed more than a dozen Ah San and ran back, and now the two sides are still biting each other on the front line, and no one has the intention of stopping.

It seems that there is an exchange group in China again, but the scale and level are very high, and it is not something that low-level cannon fodder like them can access.

Sharif has said more than once that they want to get orders for the sale of Weilong fighters and Type 99 tanks, but so far they have not received a reply from China.

When talking about these things, Sharif can always feel a trace of regret in his eyes, he is a pure soldier, and it is normal to think that he has advanced national weapons to defend his country.

"Zhang, my brother, after a while we will have Hongqi missiles."

"Red Flag 7 or Red Flag 9?"

"It's Hongqi-16, anti-aircraft missiles."

"It seems that you are paying attention to the construction of the Air Force now, are you preparing to fight with Ah San?"

"Those damn Ah San, it's long overdue to teach them a lesson, isn't it?"

"Yes."

Zhang Yan smiled, and when he thought of the Pakistani army driving Chinese-made weapons to teach Ah San a lesson, the scene of a salvo of rockets and missiles made people's blood boil.

"Sharif, have you found the source of those homemade bombs?"

"Found it," Sharif's expression was a little lonely, and it seemed to be a little unspeakable, which aroused Zhang Yan's curiosity.

"What's wrong? You seem to have a situation, huh? ”

"Zhang, do you know Lang Meng?"

Zhang Yan shook his head, his mind turned, and asked, "Where did the explosives come from?" ”

"That's right. You should know about Dara Village and Adam Hale, right? ”

"Your country's black gun market?"

"Well, it's those black markets, Lang Meng is also a black market, and like Dara, it's located in the buffer zone of the border between our country and Afghanistan, which belongs to the Sanzhi area."

"Those explosives came from Lang Meng, what about those people?"

"Taliban, East Turkic...... The origins of those people are very complicated, almost all of them are people from the three regions, and there is no way to find their information at all. ”

"Didn't you go to the hiding place of the encirclement and suppress them some time ago?"

"Yes, but before we could get there, the enemies had already retreated."

Zhang Yan sighed helplessly, these terrorists have learned guerrilla warfare, and the tricks of the enemy advancing and retreating, and the enemy retreating and advancing are even more slippery than those of the regular army of Sherif and them.

"Sharif, have you ever thought about raiding Lang Meng?"

"What?" Sharif's eyes widened suddenly, and he said incredulously: "Zhang, that's just too difficult, you have to know that Lang Meng itself is a black market, there is no shortage of weapons there, and even has the ability to produce itself, a small group of troops is looking for death when they go in, and a large army will be discovered before they can go in." ”

"Sharif, if you want to eradicate those cancers, you must use the most resolute means."

"You mean?"

"Use the air force and armored forces to encircle there, and then gradually advance until Lang Meng is wiped out."

"Hiss......" Sharif gasped twice, frowned and looked at Zhang Yan for a long time, and finally shook his head helplessly.

"Zhang, the black market there has existed for hundreds of years, they have experienced the British, Lao Maozi and even the Yankees, and now they have become a gathering place for various terrorist organizations, and no one knows how deep the water is there, so it is difficult for us to solve the problem of Lang Meng."

"After that, you will have to face sudden street bombs, black guns and innocent deaths, perennial wars and chaos, how will your economy develop?"

"I'm ......," Sharif was a little angry, unable to speak in a hurry, and after a long time, he suddenly smiled bitterly and said: "Zhang, in fact, that's a question that only the upper echelons of officials and lords can think about, why should we bother with it?" ”

Zhang Yan was stunned for a moment, and then smiled bitterly.

He saw a hint of longing and loss in Sharif's gaze, but there was nothing he could do to change the status quo, this was not a country after all.

After dinner, Zhang Yan sent Sharif away, and only Zhang Yan and a few of them were left in the small dormitory.

"Crazy man, old fish, set up a cordon."

"Understood."

Liang Maniac took out a few black objects the size of his thumb nails from his backpack and handed them to Lao Yu, who left the dormitory and ran back after a while.

"Installed."

Madman Liang immediately turned on the computer and tested the equipment before nodding to Zhang Yan.

"Crazy, you look for Lang Meng's information and pick the key points."

"No problem."

Madman Liang crackled at the computer again, and Zhang Yan and the others each held a tablet to look at the information shared by Madman Liang in real time.

"This Lang Meng is also quite an interesting place, not only the black gun market, but even the stinger can be imitated, his reputation is not obvious, but the internal complexity is more intricate than Adam and Dara."

"There are many guns in Pakistan, everyone carries guns but not bans guns, and even they don't know the specific data of the guns that flow out of their three major black markets every year."

"Can you hack into their computer system?"

"There is no computer at that ravine, I suspect that the behind-the-scenes operators are no longer in their home country at all, and the current arms dealers all have legal identities, which is a very common phenomenon, if I go to find their information one by one, it will be difficult for me to do it alone."

After reading the information for a while, Zhang Yan smiled helplessly.

Lang Meng has no way to start this ghost place, or he himself is a place full of loopholes, all cash transactions, there is no network in the ravines and ravines, these people are all craftsmen, it is better to expect them to be on the computer than to let them build weapons.

"Lao Zhang, are you particularly unwilling?"

"Nonsense, Lao Tzu's body still hurts now, and I panic if I don't do him."

"The superior said that he wouldn't let us come nonsense."

"I'm ready to take off my uniform, it's a big deal to go home and write about it, and write all the things about us birdmen into a book."

"I haven't graduated from high school yet, and I want to be a writer...... phew!"

"Now Lao Tzu is a bachelor's degree from Lu Academy, what's wrong with being a writer? It's better than being a hacker! ”