(Demon Shao: Ask for votes, ask for votes, ask for recommended votes, ask for collections.) Everyone is just doing a lot of work, but for the demon boy, it is the result of the list, and it is the motivation to work hard to code words! ）

An uninvited guest came to Shi Shaoying's cell that night, Shi Shaoying looked at the man standing in front of him, he grinned and wanted to laugh, but the smile on his face turned into a painful expression before it could be unfolded.

"I must admit that I was stunned to see what you have done in the past two days."

The guest who came in the evening and could speak Chinese fluently was, of course, Himar. The man from Russia hung a gas lamp on the wall, and took a closer look at Shi Shaoying through the light, and a faint smile appeared on his face, "How is it, how does it feel to spit on with hundreds of terrorists?" ”

Shi Shaoying stretched out his hand and gently rubbed the muscles of his face, and his mouth kept "sizzling" and gasping. Hearing Shimar's good-natured teasing, he couldn't help but roll his eyes. At dinner today, no matter how hard he tried, he could only stare at the fragrant roasted lamb chops in front of him, smelling the aroma for thirty minutes, and finally cheapened the prison guards who were also staring at the roasted lamb chops.

Shi Shaoying really suspected that if he dared to continue to complete today's war of words with the rest of the people tomorrow, he would have to starve to death because he vomited too much saliva and his facial muscles cramped, resulting in the loss of his normal chewing ability!

As if juggling, Shimar took out a thermos bucket from behind him, and in the thermos bucket was a white rice porridge stewed with coconut milk.

"I deliberately ordered them to add a little salt to the porridge, so that it can not only replenish your physical strength, but also replenish the salt you consume at a high rate because you vomit too much saliva."

Ximar put a straw for drinking milk tea into the bowl, and then sent the bowl of coconut milk porridge to Shi Shaoying, Shi Shaoying only needed to hold the straw, and the muscles in his cheeks barely needed to move, so that he could suck the porridge into his mouth, and then swallow it carefully into his mouth.

I didn't eat lunch or dinner, Shi Shaoying was already so hungry that his heart was close to his back, he lowered his head and drank the whole bowl of porridge almost in one breath, and Ximar immediately added porridge to the bowl again. After drinking four bowls with a straw in a row, until the food in the thermos bucket had bottomed out, Shi Shaoying licked his tongue and raised his head again.

Staring at Himar, Shi Shaoying reached out and pressed his left cheek, until he was sure that in this way, he could control the undulating range of facial muscles and minimize the pain, Shi Shaoying finally spoke, and at this time, his voice sounded ten times weirder than a person with a walnut in his mouth: "Dangerous ginseng wood? ”

Himar was stunned for a long time before he finally figured out that what Shi Shaoying asked just now was "why".

The two men were arrested together and sent to the prison on the same day, but Himar could run around the prison at night with a miner's lamp and food. In a country that is still at war, they are suspects sent by the National Security Agency, no matter how much money Sikong Bowen stuffs outside, it is impossible to make Shi Shaoying as comfortable as Himar.

Shi Shaoying has become the target of public criticism, even if you think about it with your toes, you can guess that as long as the prison is removed, hundreds of Islamic radicals will rush up and tear Shi Shaoying to pieces in an instant; However, Himar, who was imprisoned at the same time as him and should have been suffering from the same disease, was clearly recognized by the Islamic radicals around him.

Although it is said that if you want to be an excellent war correspondent, you must be good at seeing people and talking nonsense, talking nonsense when you see ghosts, and you must be good at dancing with long sleeves, but this guy Himar, this ability to meet the source is too exaggerated, right? !

Shimar reached out and touched the "Hawabi" thick beard on his face, "I am also a believer in Islam, although I have never supported the radicals' policy of 'building by force', but my beard, including my faith, is the magic weapon that I quickly integrate with all the prisoners here." On the night I entered the prison, I was approached and asked if I needed cigarettes or fresh water in prison, and then asked if I could speak English, Kiswahili, Arabic or Somali, which I was good at all four languages for. Then they sent a very polite young man who had been in this prison for more than six months and carefully taught me how to maintain personal hygiene in this environment and how to prevent mosquito bites. ”

Shimar stretched out his finger and pointed at his head, his face was full of naked show-offs, "In the past two days, I have been talking with the prison guards and inmates, not only getting a lot of first-hand interview information from them, but also becoming a good friend to everyone. As a well-known war correspondent, after repeatedly protesting my identity, my case has been reported to a colonel in the Somali National Security Service, if there is no problem, I will be received by the colonel tomorrow, and I will soon be free again, do you have anything you would like me to bring to Miss Sikong Bowen? ”

Shi Shaoying glared at Ximar's obviously underbeaten face, and he slowly raised his middle finger.

"To be a qualified war correspondent, you need to have the fickleness of a politician, the delicacy of an agent, the tongue of a negotiator, the persistence of a camel, the perseverance of a lone wolf, and most importantly, the bravery of a terrorist!"

Inadvertently, what Himar had said once again echoed in Shi Shaoying's ears. Although Himar was showing off to Shi Shaoying at that time, he didn't brag. With a strong affinity, he can use the shortest time to get closer to strangers, gain the favor of the other party, and grasp the overall initiative. In this regard, Shi Shaoying is indeed difficult to match compared with Ximar.

"By the way, I have one more question for you." Himar asked, "You were standing in front of hundreds of terrorists at that time, and you dared to spit on them, are you really not afraid at all?" ”

"Aren't you afraid to believe it?"

Shi Shaoying's tone was still very relaxed, but what he said was not easy: "I have been stationed on the Sino-Indian border for three years, although our two countries have been peaceful for decades on the surface, but think about it, there are 90,000 square kilometers of disputed land between the two countries, which is already equivalent to one percent of the entire territory of China and one-thirtieth of India. India was desperately arming in those years, and the troops they assembled on the border line were equipped with Swedish 152 mm caliber artillery, and fighter jets from Russia and the United States, and their electronic countermeasures systems were 20 years more advanced than ours at that time. ”

In the last century, in order to provoke hostility between China and India, the "McMahon Line" drawn by the British colonists on the map has become a spike between China and India that no one can swallow.

It is precisely because of this "border line" that a local war broke out between China and India more than 50 years ago. Today, although no one wants to start a war lightly, special forces infiltrate disputed areas and even "enemy war zones" every day to conduct infiltration and reconnaissance, and the armed posts of both sides are like dogs and teeth.

No one can guarantee that in this land filled with the smell of gunpowder, there will be a sudden outbreak of a small-scale armed "conflict" between squads, platoons, and even companies because of some inducement.

If that were the case, the conflict would quickly subside with the efforts of both countries to exercise restraint, and each side would submit strongly worded protests to the other. People living in the interior will not even know what the soldiers who died for their country in the conflict died, and their families will only receive a notice of accidental death from training injuries, plus a golden military merit medal.

Because of this, Shi Shaoying listened to the sound of the wake-up call every day, and when he opened his eyes and subconsciously inhaled a deep breath of wind from Siberia, he could smell a murderous aura of steel and iron in the wind. In order to hide his inner turmoil, he was desperately training his group of soldiers every day, and every once in a while, he would stand in front of the self-made sand table and repeatedly deduce.

Shi Shaoying's eyes repeatedly examined the map and sand table, and he could still clearly recite all the data of all the nearby peaks and commanding heights, and he could also use a pencil to mark even the smallest natural tunnel on the map.

As a captain and company commander, with more than 100 brothers under his command, Shi Shaoying must consider that when a local war breaks out between the two sides, and the Indian army relies on its absolute superiority in artillery and air power to divide them, the Chinese border guards, and they can only fight with regiments, battalions, and even companies, what kind of terrain and tactics should he rely on, under the attack of the enemy army that occupies absolute air and artillery superiority, the most effective way to reduce the casualties of his subordinates, and ...... Take it home!

Recalling those years that were so tense but so fulfilling, a smile without regrets slowly rose on Shi Shaoying's face, and he said casually: "I'm afraid, I'm afraid, hey, I don't know when I started, I'm afraid to get used to it." ”

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