In the afternoon of the same day, Fengyinglou and the two al-Qaeda members who picked up the airport took a jeep and drove all the way south.

When Kabul, a city that is famous for its abundance of tulips and where most of Afghanistan's industrial production bases are concentrated, gradually disappeared from the back of sight, looking into the distance, Fengyinglou really saw the true face of this country known as "the farthest country from heaven".

They are now in the northern part of Afghanistan, at the northern foot of the Hindu Kush Mountains, where the terrain is relatively flat, the ground composed of grasslands and sand, although it looks as desolate as the surface of the moon, but it is relatively flat, and the off-road surname is extremely strong military jeeps, and can travel at speeds of more than 60 kilometers per hour.

The cottages you see along the way are all composed of mud houses with domes, no windows, and the doors are so small that they can only allow one person to walk through, and from a distance, in a mixture of green and gold, the houses of these cottages look like white steamed buns.

When the wind blowing in the desert in the distance blows in the face, bringing up a large area of yellow sand, the heaven and the earth are slaughtered, and the sound insulation of the off-road jeep is good through the glass windows, and the ears of the wind shadow building faintly hear the melodious and far-reaching camel bell, as if from the light sound of the sky.

Looking at this rough and straightforward land, in the face of this situation, Fengyinglou can't help but admire the Arab nomads, the strongest vitality.

Two days later, the jeep drove to Mewand, and when they were only a stone's throw away from their destination, Kandahar, an important town in southern Afghanistan, the driver suddenly slowed down, and two al-Qaeda members, who had become familiar with Fengyinglou, turned their heads together, looked in a certain direction, and gently hummed an Afghan folk song.

The two of them sang in a very low voice, and the five notes were not all out of tune, without the slightest sense of pleasant beauty, but the two of them looked solemn as if they were about to go to the battlefield, and in the rotation of the wheels, their singing, their enthusiasm, little by little, a little bit of swaying to this land that I don't know how many wars and rebirths have been experienced.

"If you dare not die heroically in Mevind, brother, you will bear the name of a coward! If you can't hold on to your weapons, brother, the light of God will be far away from you! If you suddenly find that your brother is no longer visible, brother, the gates of heaven have been opened to you......"

Wind Shadow Lou didn't care at first, and even a little disapproving, but gradually, his expression changed.

The words and phrases of this song are far less gorgeous and sonorous than Wen Tianxiang's "Mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is fluttering, and the life experience is floating and dusty", and its tune is not even more beautiful, but the two people sang so seriously, sang so solemnly, and in the end, they sang louder and louder, when the two people used their own hands together to beat the beat on the car, Fengyinglou was so clear in their singing, they heard the war drums beating the horn company, and heard a torrent of iron and blood gathered together with countless heroic righteousness!

"Brother, do you know that this is Medwan, the proudest Medwan of our Afghans!"

When the car finally drove over this land, the person in the passenger seat turned around, his face still had the solemnity of a warrior, and he said loudly: "This is the ancient battlefield where our ancestors defeated the British invaders one hundred and twenty years ago!" And what we just sang is the unrepentant war song that a heroine Maralai sang all the way when the war situation was dangerous and even the confidence of the men began to waver, and she stood up and led all the brothers to launch a counterattack against the invaders! ”

Fengyinglou really didn't know that Afghanistan, which had almost no rights and interests in the female surname and could only be reduced to a man's appendage, could also produce a heroine who turned the tide of the war, was glorious for a thousand years, and was so respected and admired by future generations!

Looking out the window at the land that has been repeatedly baptized by war, but people are still tenaciously living on her, Fengyinglou leisurely imagined...... In the face of the intensive artillery fire of the invaders, the Afghan army has been shaken, and even has been ready to retreat, handing over the strategic town behind it to the enemy, a girl ran out of the women's queue, and while running, she tore off the veil on her face that represented obedience and forbearance, and sang the song of war without regrets while facing the enemy's artillery fire. Smothering Crazy Flames!

This is Afghanistan, a land that has been repeatedly soaked in the blood of countless heroic soldiers, which has given rise to more heroes, a country of warriors who are in the company of poverty and war, whose people are simple and fierce, and where almost everyone can be a soldier!

Under the leadership of these two "friends", the Wind Shadow House took a letter of recommendation to visit Mohammed, a core member of al-Qaeda. Rahim's reception was greeted by a man over two hundred and ten centimeters tall who stood there as majestic as an adult black bear.

At first glance, the man looked like a rugby player. His shoulders were so broad that he could probably carry four bags of rice at the same time, and his wrists, according to the eyes of the Wind Shadow Building, were a little difficult to lock him up with even large handcuffs. I don't know if it was a knife or shrapnel, it slashed diagonally across his face in the shape of "country", leaving a shocking scar on it. But this scar, combined with his eyes that were like copper bells, with bursts of cold light, and thick lips, just raised a sense of alternative coordination.

As long as he looked at the two "friends" around him, with a look of respect and worship from the bottom of his heart, Fengying Lou knew that the man in front of him, who was five big and three thick, was staring at him up and down with condescending eyes, not only a core member of [***] al-Qaeda, but also a real warrior!

Wind Shadow House took a step forward and stretched out his right hand to the man, but the other party did not respond. Wind Shadow Building's hand fell into the air so awkwardly, if ordinary people encountered this kind of self-deprecating situation, they would probably make some actions to cover up their surnames, and then retract their hands with a sneering face, but Wind Shadow Building did not.

The two of them stood very close, and Kazekagelou had to raise his head and look at each other's faces from an upward angle, but when Kazekagelou narrowed his eyes slightly, an invisible but sharp thing stinged the man's eyes slightly in an instant, "I, Matsumotohara, will not extend my hand to someone who has rejected me for the second time." ”

The man raised his eyebrows lightly and said in a deep voice, "I heard that you are called the son of God in your own circle?" ”

Fengyinglou finally understood why the two of them were meeting for the first time, but he saw a hostility in this man's eyes.

Looking at the history of mankind, are there fewer religious wars that have broken out because of different beliefs and ideas? Whether it is the East Turkistan terrorist organization or the Islamic Movement of Uzbekistan, they and the al-Qaeda organization of [***] follow the same doctrine and believe in the same true God, which can be said to be born from the same roots.

And the Wind Shadow Building, the "son of God" of Aum Shinrikyo, believes in his father, not to mention, the god advocated by Shinrikyo, and it is a hodgepodge of Akira Akira, the super god stick of Akira Akira, who blends Buddhism and Christianity together. The most important thing is that [***] they set up a terrorist organization, and deep down they all have the great ambition of creating a heavenly dynasty, whether they succeed or not, in terms of ideology, at least they have stood on the shoulders of giants, but Asahara Shoko established the "Aum Shinrikyo", including a series of terrorist attacks he instructed his followers, to put it bluntly, just to expand his influence, develop more believers, and make more money.

The starting points of the two sides are different, which determines the difference in "taste" and goals, and it is no wonder that the man in front of him, looking at the "son of God" of Fengyinglou, not only has hostility in his eyes, but also has a trace of disdain that he is too lazy to hide.

Feng Yinglou still didn't withdraw his right hand, he stared at the man in front of him who was a full thirty centimeters taller than himself, and seemed to be able to slap him over with a single slap, and said: "In this world, there are billions of people, there are four different skin colors, there are thousands of different races coexisting, gods, of course, there is more than one. ”

The corner of the man's mouth twitched, "Ridiculous, in this world, there is only one true God, and that is Allah in whom we believe!" ”

Wind Shadow Lou ignored this sentence, took a jeep from Kabul, and rushed to Kandahar in two days, on the way, in addition to seeing the desolation after the war, and the dilapidated of the wind and sand, he also saw I don't know how many temples were violently destroyed, among which the most made the Wind Shadow Lou sigh is that two huge Buddha statues dozens of meters high and carved out of the stone wall as a whole have a history of thousands of years, and can be said to be the most precious cultural heritage of mankind, but they were sent by the Taliban political axe to blow up the eyes of the Buddha statue directly with **. Looking at the past from afar, the statue of the god still with a kind smile, the eyes of the great compassion and universal sentient beings, only a chilling emptiness and dead silence remained.

In this land, it is definitely unwise to discuss gods other than Allah Allah. But if he gives up his claims because of fear, or because of the so-called "reason", and chooses to bow his head and retreat, then why does he, the "son of God", have a firm foothold in this warrior country, even the core member of al-Qaeda, Mohammed. Rahim has to have enough respect for him?!

Feng Yinglou's gaze fell directly on the waist of the man in front of him, and on his thick cowhide belt, there was a unique and hand-polished saber.

"Can you lend me your saber?"

The man snorted lightly, the saber at his waist represented the honor of a warrior, and if they met the most worthy friends, they would give away their saber to show their respect. A man like him, who has been through a hundred battles and has already planted pride in his bones, since he looks down on Fengying Building, of course he will not lend his saber to the other party.

His face changed suddenly, because he finally understood why the Wind Shadow Building wanted to borrow a knife from him.

It was under everyone's gaze that Feng Yinglou took out a pen made of metal from his pocket, turned the pen and slowly stabbed the pen into the gap between the phalanxes of his left hand.

Feng Yinglou was like mending a piece of clothing with a needle, and with a slow and logical movement, he slowly dragged the pen that pierced his palm from the other side of his palm little by little. In the end, the pen card at the end of the pen seemed to hook a certain part of the palm, Feng Yinglou still looked calm, and his right hand slammed into force, and the pen with a few strands of flesh at the end was completely pulled out of his palm.

The man standing in front of the Wind Shadow Building, his brows kept jumping.

Endure pain, and he can do it. He has experienced a hundred battles, crawling and rolling in the mountains and deserts every day, and physical injuries have become commonplace.

But this "son of God" in front of him is by no means the same!

His movements were slow and thin, whether it was his left hand, which had been pierced by the pen, or his right hand, which he pulled and tugged, it was impeccable, as if what he was doing was nothing more than a game of magic to hide people's ears. But from the place where his left palm was pierced, the blood that flowed out was definitely not fake!

The last pull was forceful, and the wound was suddenly expanded, and a few red and white strands of flesh were pulled out even harder, seeing this scene, even if it was a member of al-Qaeda who had been through a hundred battles and had already taken human life seriously, who didn't tremble lightly in his heart?

But on the face of Fengyinglou, there was a smile that was extremely relaxed and even more weird, as if what he had just pierced with his pen was not his own palm, but someone else's heart. And the gaze he looked at the man in front of him was not so much a provocation at this time, but more a kind of high-minded and down-looking eyes, showing an eternal truth to the other party.

In the face of such a scene, an answer has been echoed in everyone's hearts...... Warriors blessed by God!

In this world, there are some fanatics who have absolute belief in religion, and they can use ordinary people's ** to create almost superhuman miracles. Once their beliefs are provoked and the fanaticism in their blood is completely stimulated, in the case of changes in the body's endocrine, they can use the biological stimulants secreted from the pituitary gland, completely ignore the pain they endure, and even burst out in an instant with terrifying power far beyond the limits of ordinary people. Because of this, they are revered in their own community and are revered as "God-blessed warriors"!

Of course, the Wind Shadow Building, which has no religious beliefs, will never be a warrior blessed by the gods.

"If I am wounded and captured on the battlefield, the enemy will definitely torture me to extract a confession. At that time, if I don't want to betray my homeland, I will have to die! I will try to imagine in my own mind that I am soaking in a hot tub with my whole body, enjoying the comfort of hot water soaking, and a woman who can be called the best choice regardless of appearance, temperament, and figure is using her gentle touches and light kisses to help me eliminate the fatigue on my body, and the body that I have deceived with consciousness, every pore will be stretched, and the sensitivity of the skin to external stimuli will reach the highest. ”

Fengyinglou can still clearly remember every word and word that a psychology expert of the Fifth Special Force, who had personally been on the battlefield, said every word when teaching him this set of almost "miracle" self-consciousness hypnosis.

"In this case, if the enemy tortures me, even if it is just a steel needle into my body, I can use the pain magnified several times to form a picture in my brain of being shot through the heart by a bullet, or even run over my body by a tank. My brain would decide that my body could not withstand such a heavy blow, and out of biological self-preservation instinct, it would enter a state of stopping, resulting in instant brain death. ”

"And among the religious fanatics, the so-called 'God-blessed warriors' are, frankly, either insane or perverted. They can't tell the difference between reality and illusion at all, but because of this, once they face danger, they will form a picture in their brain, such as the arrival of the true God, the light and power of the god on their bodies, so that they think that they have been baptized or spurred by the true God, they will have a smile on their faces, their hearts will naturally stop beating, and even if you finally rescue them, they will become vegetative people who can never regain their consciousness. ”

Speaking of which, even the Fifth Special Force Elite Training School, the top psychology expert, showed a hint of respect on his face, "Because their consciousness has already followed the true god to the ideal Celestial Empire Kingdom!" Therefore, a real torture expert, in the face of a highly trained professional agent or a religious fanatic, will never kill the killer at the beginning, but will use the method of boiling frogs in warm water, step by step, increase the intensity of torture little by little, and never give the other party a chance to self-hypnosis to create brain death. ”

The lesson he was taught to Wind Shadow was how to interrogate highly trained professional agents or religious fanatics with strong beliefs and dig up the information he needed from their mouths. But Fengyinglou drew inferences from one case and used this set of "psychological hypnotic suicide" in reverse, although his self-hypnosis and willpower can only last for a few tens of seconds, but in these dozens of seconds, he can already use self-hypnosis to ignore the pain.

The picture of self-hypnosis in Fengyinglou's brain is not a five-star red flag fluttering in the wind, nor is it a flower-like smiling face of a Chinese compatriot, he loves his motherland and his compatriots, but this love, for a child who has not yet reached adulthood, is far from being unforgettable and has no regrets.

Fengyinglou also loves his father and mother, but this love is as continuous as a small river, and there is no way to turn it into a turbulent wave in an instant, which can drown all the angry tides.

(To be continued)