Chapter 232: Ni Duan

Once an ancient country with a rich and thousand-year-old civilization, it is now devastated, and the city is full of broken eaves and broken walls, and it is difficult to find complete buildings. Human civilization is being devastated, and the monuments of its long history have disappeared. People who have been through the devastation of war for a long time are full of confusion and fear, and they do not know what they will experience in the next moment, and maybe the next minute will be the moment of death.

After Zhang Xiaowu arrived in this country, he saw the miserable scenes, his heart was calm, and after disguising, he drove along the clue route provided by the liaison officer.

In fact, he doesn't need to disguise at all, with a hooded trench coat and combat pants, high-top shoes, and a plaid scarf on his face, which is similar to the image of the heroine in Resident Evil, and others can't see his Lian and can't identify him. And the country is full of killings, and ordinary people simply do not dare to talk to strangers, or even take a second look. As long as you dodge the large army and watch out for the terrorists, there will basically not be much of an obstacle. Even if there are terrorists who want to work against him, I am afraid that they will not have the ability. The current equipment, in reality, is simply a god against the sky, and small-caliber bullets can't hurt it at all.

His first destination was the first large city in the war zone north of the capital, Homs. This was the starting point of the Syrian war and the last place where his brother disappeared.

Since the Russian army cooperated with the government army and liberated most of the cities, he did not have to worry. encountered some checkpoints on the way, and because he was only one person and one car, he was not blocked. As for the weapon, he leaked only one AKM, more than a hundred rounds of ammunition, and it would not attract the attention of others.

In fact, he can put all his weapons and equipment into an iron ring or backpack, and there is a lot of space in it. But in this country, if you don't carry any weapons on you, you will be suspected.

The city of Homs is a large city with many cultural monuments, and even some of the buildings are hundreds of years old, but most of them are now ruins. Syria's most important roads and railways pass through here, and they are all paralyzed. The streets were full of patrolling soldiers, nearly half of whom were Russians, with murderous intent and arrows and crossbows. They sweep their eyes around, hoping to see IS terrorists or anti-government forces right away, and then beat them into a sieve. It seems that this incident has indeed brought the whole of Soviet Russia to the brink of an outbreak.

Zhang Xiaowu didn't want to do much, so he didn't stop and went north, out of the city, and arrived in Taylor Town. This is an important fortress on the back side of Homs, and it is also the place where Zhang Xiaowen and his team last made contact with China.

The town's buildings were even more miserable, with a few bungalows and a few two-story buildings, and almost all others destroyed. Although it has been liberated, the speed of repair is extremely slow, mainly because most of the people in this country have fled and left, and the rest are disheartened and depressed.

The liveliest part of the town is a relatively intact two-story building in the middle of the street, which is larger than the others, and there are many more people coming in and out than in other places. And most of the people who came out were shaky and drunk.

The tavern will always be a paradise for the lost, especially in a country that has almost collapsed. And the Russians who mainly fight here, the best people who drink, spend half of their lives fighting with wine, and how can Russians who are soaked in wine for half of their lives be separated from wine. In addition, the rebels and ISIS terrorists who originally occupied this place are also extremely vicious people who like to drink. Therefore, not long after the start of the war, taverns appeared in each war zone one after another, which can be regarded as making war money. After all, people in this country don't drink alcohol at all, and you may not be able to find a few taverns in the whole country.

"Give me a glass of vodka." He came to the bar and spoke in muffled Russian. This place is obviously more popular in Russian than in English.

Syllable~

“20.”

The wine glass was heavily placed on the bar, and the bartender didn't seem to be in a good mood, so he said coldly.

Sure enough, they were all profiteers who made war money, Zhang Xiaowu secretly scolded in his heart, a small glass of vodka, something that costs eight cents, was actually sold for 20 US dollars, and he still had to pay first. Why USD? He didn't need to ask to know that in this kind of country, its own currency had already completely collapsed because of the war, and the US dollar was a currency that was welcomed by any side and any force.

He didn't say much, took out a 50's and handed it directly to the bearded bartender. The bartender took the big ticket of 50, with no intention of looking for money, his eyes leaked greed, and he looked at Zhang Xiaowu silently.

Zhang Xiaowu squinted at him, then turned his head to look in other directions, and the bartender immediately smiled.

"Mr. is from Huaxia?" The bartender was obviously in a much better mood, and he had a good impression of Zhang Xiaowu, and began to talk, speaking fluent Russian.

"Oh? Why do you judge me as a Chinese? Couldn't it be a Japanese countryman, or a Korean stick person? ”

"Uh, like, sounds like."

"Oh? Have you talked to the Chinese? ”

"Of course, the Chinese people, the Han stick people, and the Japanese people have all had them. Before the Russians came here, this place was under the control of IS, and there were Japanese people, Han Bang, and Mi people in it. You know, whether you're a soldier or a terrorist, you like to drink. ”

"Do you drink it too?" Zhang Xiaowu said casually, his eyes were still full of curiosity.

"There is more than one sect in the Middle East, and there are places where alcohol is not forbidden." It was obviously not the first time that the bartender had encountered such a problem, so he glanced left and right, lowered his body and said; "The owner is not a local. Germans. The wine is all smuggled in, and you know, it's not easy to get something over these days. So it's a little more expensive. ”

In fact, he didn't say a word, in this world where even survival is difficult, how many people will identify their own beliefs? As long as they can make money and survive, even the locals will become flexible.

"I think that's the same. Another drink. Zhang Xiaowu drank all the wine in the cup, and took out a 50-face ticket and handed it to the bartender.

This time the bartender was stunned, and then he smiled, usually the consumption is generally two pieces of money, this boss gives 30 at a time, and twice in a row, how can he not be excited.

This time, the bartender poured a little more wine glass and gently sent it to Zhang Xiaowu.

"The Chinese people are really good people and very generous."

"Oh? And what's going on? Do you remember that Huaxia man? ”

"Of course,......"