At this time, the referee of Hamel just wants to reverse Madiburg, and he has to grit his teeth and blow the penalty for this penalty, not to mention that he likes to hear it.

Rao Akinfeev was a brilliant player throughout the game, and he couldn't prevent Zhuo Yang from scoring from the penalty spot. In the 84th minute of the second half, Madiburg led CSKA Moscow 2:0, and the overall situation has been laid, and the official post has completed its mission.

However, the official whistle is the official whistle, and in order to be more unspoken, one minute after the restart, he also showed a yellow card to Arshavin because he did not retreat enough to reach 9.15 meters in time, and the same two yellows turned into one red.

However, nothing could stop Zhuo Yang from leading the team back to the final of the League Cup alone after a year. He proved to the world, to his departed brothers, to the fans of Madiburg that he alone could accomplish the mission that the Six Musketeers had accomplished together.

The Top Gun Zhuo Yang led Madiburg back to Germany, where he will now have to challenge Bayern Munich's supremacy. And at this moment, his little brother Jiushan is facing a transformation and sublimation in his life.

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It was a room of about 30 square meters, with no furniture in the room, except for a row of plastic chairs of the kind common in public places on the wall, on which Kozibay Sawut was sitting and looking forward to the future with joy.

At the same time, Zhuo Yang, the captain of the Fort Madi Club in Hannover, was stepping off the helicopter with a dozen comrades and entering the prison in the heart of China's western desert.

Nineteen years old Kuozibayi Sawut, a native of China's Uyghur ethnic group, a native of Hotan, Xinjiang, he is the eldest in the family, and there are six older brothers. Sawuti's eldest brother is only in his early thirties this year, which shows that his aunt (mother) is not an ordinary person, and his belly is quite competitive.

Kozibay Sawut is a remnant.

Two years ago, the men of the whole family of Shawuti followed Ah Yan to uncover the pole, and he was very unhappy to kill people and set fires everywhere, and the seventeen-year-old Shawuti also tasted the taste of women for the first time, and he tasted all kinds of women ...... Weier, Kirgiz, Daur, Tibetan, Han and all kinds of women. He was most memorable of the thirteen-year-old Tatar girl, with moonlight skin and jewel-like eyes.

The girl curled up under Sawuti's body, begging him with tears in her eyes: "Don't kill me, please don't kill me, I'll do anything, don't kill me......"

At that moment, Sawut really wanted to take the girl with him forever and let her be his wife. However, as soon as he was done, he was kicked away by the eldest brother, and then the third, fifth, and sixth brothers. In the end, Sawuti watched his father tremble and cut the girl's throat with a scimitar.

The Tatar girl's sapphire eyes slowly lost their luster, and the tears that still flowed melted into the blood on the ground, like ice fountains rolling down the red rocks of the Pamirs.

Shawuti didn't dare to provoke the Han people, because those cantonment construction corps had guns, there were many guns, and the Han people's hearts were very aligned. Of course, they also killed a lot of lone Han people, and they tortured those Han people before they died.

Soon, the People's Liberation Army came, and the Sawut began a lifeless flight, all the way to the west. Sawuti saw the second and sixth brothers being blown to pieces by the shells, and when Daddy's head burst open like a watermelon, the splattered brains poured into Sawut's mouth. Later he learned that there was a kind of devil called a sniper.

There were four or five thousand people, and by the time they escaped the Green Ridge, there were less than 300 lost dogs left. As soon as he entered Afù Khan, there were many trucks waiting for Sawuti and them, and in the dark night he could not see what the people who came to meet him looked like, but the leading few Shawuti could not understand what they were saying. The person next to him told him that it was an American.

After several days of jolting in trucks, they were taken to a camp in the mountains on the border between Afù Khan and Uzbekistan and Turkmenistan. Like Sawut, they are from southern Xinjiang, China.

During the half year, except for eating and sleeping, it was training, how to shoot, how to kill, how to throw grenades, whether to chant or not, whether to do prayers or not, no one cared, but every day had to train.

Kozbay Sawut loves football and sometimes they play for a while in the camp. Sawuti heard that there was a Han man named Zhuo Yang who played football very well, and that was in Germany. Where is Germany? Is it far away? Will it be farther than Urumqi?

Later, some of them left, and they were all well-trained people who could shoot accurately. His two elder brothers also left, the eldest brother went to Chēchen and the third brother to Taliban. Shawut doesn't understand very well: didn't it mean that the Americans were at war with Taliban? Why do the Americans still come to train us?

Later, the remaining 3,000 people were sent to the border in batches and hidden, and a few days later, they crossed the border and returned to China on a scorching afternoon. Sawut still doesn't quite understand: why not leave at night? Someone who understood told him that he could avoid China's satellites at this time.

They want to return to southern Xinjiang to continue their remaining war!

Unlike when they left more than half a year ago, Sawuti no longer has a saber and a scimitar and a bird system in their hands, but they all have regular guns, although they are all old, but for Shawuti, they are already high-end goods that they have never dared to hope for.

These guns are varied, all models and calibers, M1 Gardland, SVT-40 rifles, AVS-36, and Sawuti is carrying a Chinese-made Type 56 semi-automatic. Only those minor bosses are eligible to use burst weapons, and the fourth brother of Sawuti is issued with AK47s. Of course, Sawuti thought it was an AK47, but in fact it was a Chinese-made Type 56 submachine gun, and the retainer on the front sight was a complete ring.

Shawuti and the others walked out of the vast no-man's land smoothly, looking at the mighty procession of more than 3,000 people carrying horses and horses, and everyone was in high spirits. Now they have guns, they have grenades, everyone has received military training from American specialists, and they consider themselves an invincible and invincible division.

They can now rush into the construction corps to slaughter those Han people, they can go to rob Han people's money, and they can play with Han women. They firmly believe that they can sweep through southern Xinjiang and fight all the way to Urumqi and even Beijing. I heard that there is the real world of flowers, the streets are full of gold, and every woman there is like a fairy coming down from the Tianshan Mountains.

As soon as they walked out of the no-man's land, Shawuti and the others plunged headlong into the ambush circle of the PLA border defense regiment. How can you still use satellites? Americans can intervene in Afù Khan, Chinese will not be able to do it? Are you kidding!

That day, Sawut remembered an idiom taught by a Han teacher when he was a child in Chinese class: rabble!