When one day, a devout believer prays to the God he believes in, and something good happens around him very quickly, whether or not it has anything to do with the person's prayer, that person will think that this is God's blessing to him!

This is a miracle!

Now, in front of the captain's eyes, a miracle has appeared!

A wagon full of medicines!

This means that you will not only be able to complete the mission, but you will even be able to get additional rewards for exceeding the task! If the truck that was hit also had such a full wagon of drugs!

At the thought of this, the captain immediately cried out: "راتل!د چوکاټ له پاره ولاړ او ماشين له پاره ولاړد ماشين په مخکې وګورئ!(Quick!) Kill the driver of the car and move the car out! Look at the compartment of the car in front! ）”

Immediately, two people approached the driver's seat at the front of the car, their guns pointed there, and after a burst of strafing, one of them immediately stepped forward and opened the door for the final confirmation of death.

This is something that has to be done, they have experienced several times before that they did not kill the driver, and the consequence of this is that those drivers who are not dead will either shoot indiscriminately and fight back, or pull the grenades on their bodies and pull them to hell together!

So, in order to avoid this from happening, two people have to come, strafe first, then one person pulls the car door, and the other person makes up the gun.

It's a pity that at the moment when he opened the car door, the person in charge of replenishing the gun found that there was half a figure in the driver's seat!

Not even the slightest trace of blood!

The two couldn't help but look at each other, and the person in charge of replenishing the guns shouted: "سرزنه شوه!کوم چوکاټ نه لري!" There is no driver at all! ）”

Just this sentence immediately alerted the attackers!

Don't have a driver?

How did this car in the back come out?!

The captain immediately shouted: "وګورئ چې څه چې د ټاکنې په ګړندونکي د ګړندونکي د ګړندونکي ځواکيږي؟ (See if the throttle of the truck is being pushed up by something?) ）”

Soon a response came: "هیڅ نه!" (Nothing!) ）”

The captain suddenly raised half of his eyebrows, there was nothing on the accelerator, and there was no trace of anyone being injured, just after the car hit the front of the car butt, such a violent impact even if the seat belt is tied will inevitably hit the steering wheel! Even if you jump out of the car halfway, they will be discovered at the moment of jumping out of the car, where do you still need to make up for the gun!

The more I thought about it, the more strange it felt, and the captain's eyebrows were slowly twisted together, but it was only a few seconds before he spoke again: "راکت پېلوونکی تیر دی!د ټاکنې د تاسو مخکې وړل! Knock off the truck in front! ）”

As soon as the order was given, the attacker, who had previously carried an RPG bazooka to knock down the military vehicle with the oil drum, first came to the side of the road, then knelt down on one knee and aimed the muzzle of the bazooka at the refrigerated truck in front.

Just as he was about to pull the trigger of the bazooka, the captain's voice came from his ears again: "تمه کړئ!په دې سره تخنیکونو لري!رئيس غواړي چې مونږ هغوی خلکو او ماشينو سره واپس لېږل (And so on!) There's a technician on it! The boss wants us to send us back with people and cars! ）”

The others suddenly frowned slightly, this capricious order was really a little upsetting, but since it was an order, in their hearts, it was all for the holy war! They can give with their lives for the sake of jihad!

So, they took action right away.

A few minutes later, two refrigerated vans, surrounded by several off-road jeeps, hit the road.

It is worth mentioning that the two refrigerated trucks were actually driven by the previous car with a tow rope pulling the rear car, like the reason why there was no driver on the rear car before.

In addition, the six members of the 3872 team, as well as the hapless perverted uncle, were all crouching in the carriage of the car in front of them with a cowering look, and there were four attackers who were holding the barrel of their guns diagonally.

There were no surprises along the way.

Except that after about half an hour on the highway, the attackers deviated from their normal route and drove straight into the snow on their left!

Aren't these people afraid of being tracked by the tracks of being followed by wheels on the snow?! After about a few hours, it turned out that they were not afraid!

They stopped at the foot of a hill, where two men in camouflage uniforms were already waiting, looking at the armbands on their arms, which clearly had the distinctive mark of al-Qaeda! After the two people saw the incoming car, they first tightened their grips on the handle of the gun vigilantly and prepared to shoot, but after seeing the people in the car clearly, their faces suddenly relaxed.

The captain jumped out of the jeep and went up to talk to the two men, when one of them pulled out a walkie-talkie and began to speak.

After putting down the walkie-talkie, the man said, "هغه څیزونه نالېښل شو. ډېر وېټې د مرستې لپاره ولېږل شوي。 (Unload the goods, a few brothers have already been sent down to help.) ）”

After saying that, the two also closed the insurance of the gun and joined the unloading team.

The six members of Team 3872 and the perverted uncle were driven out of the car and squatted on the side, guarded by five al-Qaeda men, and boxes of drugs and supplies were placed next to them.

When about eighty boxes were carried, I suddenly heard someone shouting: "کاپيتاند طبيعي تجهيزات لري!" There are medical equipment! ）”

The captain scolded: "لرې!تاسې دا تخنیکونو لپاره نور څه کوي؟خوځول (nonsense!) Otherwise, what are you doing with these technicians?! Move! ）”

After a scolding, there were no more superfluous words.

After everything was unloaded, the so-called brothers who came to help finally came here from a distance in several large trucks, and it is worth mentioning that behind these trucks, there were also large clusters of green leafy branches.

The car stopped, the carriage door opened, and a new round of moving goods began.

When all the goods were loaded, the trucks started and left, and puffs of snow and dust splashed under the branches and leaves behind the trucks, and the thirty or so attackers just cleaned up the footprints around them, and escorted the seven captives directly up the mountain.

As for the car that was left in place, no one cared about it.

In such a cold winter, coupled with what happened on the highway, even if the police were able to receive the police and then rush to the scene to investigate, it would probably take three or four hours, after all, the area that the attackers chose to attack was in the middle of the highway, and the distance from the two cities of Kabul and Kandahar was also relatively far.

By the time the police searched here, the traces on the snow were almost gone, and even if the police could guess that the attacker was leaving the mountain, there was no way to determine the direction of leaving.

A few hours later, the group came to the other side of the hill, where several dilapidated looking vehicles were already waiting, and the crowd was waiting to get into them and leave.

Along the way, the members of Team 3872 did not communicate with these al-Qaeda people, after all, the language barrier is the biggest obstacle, that is, I don't know if there are any English speakers in Al-Qaeda.

If you do, you can save a lot of trouble. Moreover, Zhang Miao made up for his English in the bunker of the fourth division, although he couldn't write a lot of English words, he felt that he could just speak, after all, he didn't have to take the English test in school.

Now Zhang Miao's English speaking level is still able to carry out some relatively simple communication, which is also due to his serious attitude during this time.

There was nothing to say all the way, only the truck in which they were bumped along with the bumpy road, which made these people feel better inexplicably.

Two hours later, the southern Afghan city, Kandahar.

It's five o'clock in the afternoon, and the winter in Afghanistan is like the winter in other countries and regions, it gets dark early, and the light in the sky has not yet completely ended, and the night with the curtain half-pulled is parting.

In front of a villa that looked luxurious compared to the surrounding buildings, several dilapidated trucks were slowly parked at the iron gate door of the villa's front yard, and the people in the cars took a deep breath of the air accompanied by the cold wind, and everyone couldn't help but shiver, this is the cold to the bone.

This group of people is a member of al-Qaeda who previously attacked and robbed the convoy transporting supplies and kidnapped Zhang Miao and seven others!

They didn't stay outside for long, but walked into the iron gate and entered the front yard, and as soon as they entered the courtyard, the man who had been called the captain suddenly said something in a loud voice, and the other thirty or so people heard it, turned around and scattered in the courtyard, as if they had played the role of bodyguards.

And the captain took Zhang Miao and others to the door of the villa.

Just as the captain was about to reach out and press the doorbell, he suddenly turned his head and whispered a few words of Chinese to Zhang Miao and them!

"I don't know if you still remember me, and I don't know if I will meet you in the future, as for now, I can only help you get here, I wish you can complete this battlefield assessment task!"

This captain is Pu Wada, who took Zhang Miao and them to the bunker of the Fourth Division two and a half months ago! I didn't expect him to be a member of al-Qaeda!

Zhang Miao and the others nodded without a trace, they didn't take the conversation, and there was no change in expression on their faces, Pu Wada nodded, looking at them with a little hope in his eyes, and then his eyes changed, became flat, turned around and rang the doorbell, and his face was close to a horn under the doorbell.

He said: "زه یو څوک لرم. ）”