Chapter 6 The Core of the Base
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It's mid-August, the hottest time of the year, and as soon as you step out of the plane, you can feel a wave of dry and empty heat like a desert monsoon.
Above their heads, there was a clear sky with almost no industrial pollution, blue as pristine, and even bluer as spotless. Looking at this piece of blue without any embellishment, after a little time, the vision will have the illusion of a blue sky almost within reach due to the lack of references.
Perhaps it is the whole body of professional soldiers, but what attracts the most Fengying Tower is the ancient city wall that is faintly visible to the naked eye and built on the mountains.
From a distance, the ancient city wall looks like a horse, stretching along with the ups and downs of the mountain, like a miniature version of the Great Wall of China. It is made entirely of huge stone blocks, and I don't know how many years of ups and downs it has experienced, but it still stands, as if it is silently telling every visitor about the wars and majesty that this land has experienced.
Around the airport, the number of military and police officers who patrolled back and forth with automatic weapons even let the Chinese compatriots who came to the city take a flight from Hefeng Yinglou showed a look of excitement and nervousness on their faces.
This is Kabul, one of the "three dangerous cities in the world", the capital of Afghanistan!
It is a land that believes in God but is cursed by God.
In thousands of history, the flames of war have never stopped burning in this land, and poverty and backwardness have been accompanied by wars, and they have run rampant here.
The Soviet invasion, the civil war, and the 22 years of war have reduced countless cities in Afghanistan to ruins, and the Taliban regime, which has finally taken control of the country with corpses and bones, has been shouting about reviving the economy on the one hand, while imposing Islamic law and extremist religious rule throughout the country.
In Taliban-ruled Afghanistan, it is illegal to watch TV movies, it is illegal for civilians to have telephones, and of course there is no such luxury as the Internet. Men can't drink alcohol or smoke, they can't shave all their lives, while women are not allowed to work, they can't wear high heels, they must be masked, and even when they go shopping on the street, they must be accompanied by a relative with a male surname, otherwise they are violating the law and will be severely punished!
In the vast majority of schools, there is no water supply and sanitation. Because going to school and receiving education is too "luxury", the vast majority of girls are deprived of the right to education, and their parents are watching them grow up day by day, and once they reach the age of marriage, they will marry these children who are not yet adults in the eyes of the Chinese to "old grooms" who are willing to pay a large dowry.
In the face of this irresistible dark future, more and more Afghan women, because they can't bear the traditional oppression, either leave their hometown with their lovers and smuggle to other countries to reopen the future, or they directly choose the last path of [***] in despair.
Perhaps, it is because of the imbalance in the education system that Afghanistan is called "the country closest to the blue sky, but the farthest from heaven".
Perhaps, it is because of the darkness and despair that the people here are particularly brave and good at fighting.
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Dragging his suitcase and striding out of the airport, Feng Yinglou's gaze swept away, and soon fell on the two men who stretched out their necks and swept around the crowd.
At first glance, they looked like the local natives of Afghanistan, and the thick beard of a large tent marked the surname almost covered half of their faces, and the white turbans wrapped around their heads made their appearance a little blurred. And the kind of thick scalp boots they wear on their feet that are suitable for walking in the desert make them stand in front of the airport and look a little nondescript.
Fengyinglou walked all the way to the two Afghan natives, first glanced at the name of "γΎγ€γγ¨γ―γ" written in their hands, but completely held up the paper, quietly stretched out his hand, and helped them correct this small mistake that is often staged due to the lack of literacy, and then he was not proficient, but he could barely communicate in Persian, and said indifferently: "I am Matsumotohara." β
The two indigenous Afghans who were in charge of the pick-up looked at each other and a relieved smile appeared on their faces at the same time. It seems that the language barrier and the inability to communicate this possible surname have indeed caused them a lot of trouble.
At this time, Fengyinglou had already reached out his right hand to the local natives who were responsible for picking up the plane in front of him, and who must have nothing to do with the [***] al-Qaeda organization, and shook hands with them one by one.
After shaking hands, Feng Yinglou suddenly pressed his right hand to his chest again, bent down slightly at the two people in front of him, and said, "Anji Galigon!" (Allah bless you)
This is the most commonly used "chest stroking ceremony" by Afghans, and in the face of the politeness of the Wind Shadow Building, the two Afghan natives did not hesitate, put their right hands on their chests together, and responded to the Wind Shadow Building: "An Ji Ligon!" β
Although the Afghans are brave and warlike, and most of them have a bad temper, they will never be stingy with their smiles when faced with friends who are willing to make friends with them.
Their smiles are like the sky of this city, sincere without any impurities, but also with the purest innocence.
"Friends ......"
One of them had just spoken, as if he wanted to say something, but Wind Shadow had already interrupted him with action.
Feng Yinglou actually took another step forward, hugged the two of them twice, and then gently touched their foreheads twice with their foreheads.
The two al-Qaeda members who were in charge of picking up the plane had surprised looks on their faces.
In Afghan etiquette, when strangers come into contact, they generally shake hands and shake hands. After the more familiar people meet, they will put their right hands on their chests and hug each other twice after saying "Allah forbid" as they and Kazekagelou just did. Only when very close friends meet, will they kiss or touch each other lightly twice on their foreheads, as Kazekage did at the end.
Wind Shadow Building, a strange man who had just appeared in front of them and had not been in for three minutes, actually used three sets of Afghan meeting etiquette in a triple jump, and made a cameo appearance as a stranger, an acquaintance, and a close friend, these three roles that could never be held at the same time.
"He is a man himself, even if he can talk about our Chinese, but he probably only knows a little about our etiquette......
This thought was still spinning in the hearts of the two people, and the Wind Shadow House had already opened his mouth with a smile. "This is the first time we have met, but under God's guidance, we have come together, and we will fight side by side in the future, and join forces to launch a 'holy war' against the enemy who is endangering this world, so I prefer to treat you as my closest and most trusted comrades-in-arms from now on!"
The eyes of the two al-Qaeda members lit up together.
The same words, said by different people, will definitely have different effects.
Although he is only seventeen years old, nine years of training has allowed Fengyinglou to get rid of the child's immaturity a long time ago. With a height of one hundred and eighty-two centimeters, although it cannot be said to stand out from the crowd, but when he stands quietly, the strength of the soldier perfectly supports a man's strongest heroism and unyieldingness.
In his eyes, although he could no longer find the hidden murderous aura, he had a bit of arrogance that had been at the peak of power for a long time, cheered and respected by everyone, and cultivated over time.
This arrogance is not exaggerated to the extent of being disgusting, but it shows off the extraordinary origin of the Wind Shadow Building. And in the face of the two al-Qaeda members, the one on his face was like a snow-capped mountain in the Himalayas, frank and almost presumptuous, as if he wanted to penetrate the blue sky and be free and easy, and at the first time, he fiercely knocked on the hearts of the two people in front of him.
The most important thing is that these two people clearly know that there is a huge gap between them and the identity of Kazekagelou, the "son of God" of the Aum Shinrikyo Sect, Matsumoto Hara.
The so-called "al-Qaeda" has three layers at its core.
The first layer is the team that followed [***] to start a business at the beginning, these people as early as the eighties, followed [***] back and forth in various countries around the world, most of them are veterans with rich combat experience, although there are only dozens of people, but they are the most trusted brothers of [***]. They are known as the "hard bones of the base", such as Muhammad, who is going to visit with a letter of recommendation this time. Raheem is one of those people.
The second core is the leaders of al-Qaeda branches scattered around the world. These Al-Qaida branches were originally local extremist organizations, and they got in touch with [***] through various connections and channels, and after gaining [***] appreciation and trust, they established affiliated alliances and officially joined Al-Qaeda.
For example, the East Turkistan terrorist organization, which clamors every day in China to split one-sixth of China's territory and establish the "East Turkistan Republic", belongs to the second core of [***].
As for the third level, there are [***] the most hardcore esoteric believers, most of whom are highly educated and have quite good minds. They are the pillars that support al-Qaeda, these people are not engaged in terrorist attacks, and their biggest task is to raise funds for [***] intelligence collection through various channels. This group of people have legitimate professions, in their respective fields, showing good moral integrity, if their identities are not revealed, you will never believe that they are fanatical believers in [***]!
It is with a three-layer core that [***] can support al-Qaeda, which can confront the "world police" United States for 20 years and still stand.
From the point of view of identity, Fengyinglou, the "son of God" of Aum Shinrikyo who rushed to Afghanistan to study, once he shows good ability and is personally summoned by [***], he may become the head of Al-Qaeda in this region and officially become the core figure of the second layer of Al-Qaeda.
(To be continued)