Watching the fat man finish a few finger cakes, he was so thirsty that he hiccuped. So I went out and got him water to drink.

There was a situation outside the training camp, and all the guards went to reinforce it. Out of the fence, I easily found the water and went back into the fat man's prison. He looked me up and down in surprise. I said, "Drink the water first, and I'll tell you when you're done." ”

He picked up the water and drank it violently, and when he finished drinking it, he hugged his stomach and said that it hurt. He had been hungry for more than twenty days, and his stomach had long since shrunk into a tube.

Now I have nibbled on several flatbreads, and the flatbreads are hard foods again. Then I drank a stomach full of water, and the food stretched out the shrunken stomach, which naturally hurt.

Seeing him rolling around with his stomach in his arms, I couldn't help him. When I squatted down and saw him sweating profusely, I patted him on the shoulder as a sign of comfort.

Then I went out into the corridor and looked around, where there were more than twenty people in the other two cells. There were blacks, yellows, and blonde Caucasians. These people are all unkempt, not in a very good mental state, and probably hungry.

It seems that this place is quite complicated, and the people who are being held here are either spies or have been arrested by a single person at a US military base. If we can get them weapons, we don't need to fight here. These prisoners will be able to destroy the training camp.

After making up my mind, I spoke: "Who can speak Huaxia here?" "The prisoners all got up and looked at me, and no one said a word. Not everyone can understand Huaxia language.

I said, "I'm here to save my friend, and if any of you want to get out, I'll get you a weapon." ”

Then a man spoke in the corner, and he spoke in English, and I only heard a few words.

After he finished speaking, he said to me in a very lame Huaxia language: "Sir, as long as you get a weapon, this training camp will be handed over to us." ”

He's a yellow man, and he looks like he's from Korea or Japan. But looking at the unkempt hair, he has been imprisoned for at least a year.

I walked towards him and appeared next to him through the fence. This action startled him, and he said with a trembling mouth, "Are you a cultivator? ”

When the people around me saw me suddenly enter the cell, there was also a commotion, and they all started whispering. They discussed it and spoke to the Asian. I can't understand a word, foreign languages are my shortcomings, and there is no such language environment in China.

The Asian nodded repeatedly, then turned back to me and said, "Sir, these people all use weapons, as long as you let us out and distribute weapons to us, we can fight ourselves." ”

Sure enough, I guessed correctly, these are either soldiers or spies. I can only use them, not kill them with them. They can only be given weapons and freedom, and it is up to them whether they can get out safely.

You can't rely on aliens to fight wars, and you can only rely on yourself for security. If it is not of my race, its heart will be different!

I nodded, and said I'm going to get weapons, you guys get ready. Then he came out of the cell again, walked over to the fat man, and asked him how he was. The fat man got up in sweat and said:

"Grass! It's a little better. I've been hungry for more than 20 days, and I really can't overeat. ”

"You take a break, I'll get a weapon. Jiang Ming is still waiting outside. ”

"How did you get in?"

"Piercing the wall!"

After I finished speaking, he stared at me up and down, and thought it was incredible.

I ignored him, but closed my eyes and probed up with my consciousness and found the ammunition depot, which was empty. Went into the ammunition depot and rummaged through it. There are hand buds, there are AKs, and then they move down box by box.

Weapons in hand, these people are skillfully distributing weapons and ammunition. Looking at those professional techniques, they are all veterans. When I got all my weapons, I smashed the fence door with a single punch.

These veterans are all out of the way, they have been divided into groups, and they all know what they are going to do.

I smashed the door of the other cell and went back to the fat man. The fat man got up, took off the hay from his body, and said, "Shall we go now?" ”

I said, "Don't rush, let them fight for a while." ”

Then I heard a burst of gunfire at the exit of the dungeon, as well as the explosion of the hand buds, and the fighting was quite fierce. The fat man said: "This is a good method, let the prisoners fight the Turks, and lose both." ”

Suddenly, I heard the sound of heavy machine guns. This is the militants of the training camp fighting back. The prisoners were only halfway out, and a dozen or so hid in the door of the dungeon, throwing their buds outside.

I said, "Fatty, do you want to play with a heavy machine gun?"

He touched his stomach and said, "Of course it's good to have fun, kill them!" Grass! They all starved me into a handsome guy. ”

I closed my eyes again, stretched my consciousness outside, and found the heavy machine gun stronghold. In addition to the heavy machine guns, the light machine guns at the four corners also blocked the exit from the dungeon.

A few of the prisoners who had gone out had died, and the rest had gone into the barracks. I opened my eyes and said to the fat man, "The heavy machine gun is near the gate, I'll go get rid of the four light machine guns first, and then the heavy machine gun will let you play." ”

With that, I appeared in a light machine-gun emplacement on the high tower in the corner of the barracks. The lethality of this light machine gun is 1,000 meters, and if you raise the muzzle of the machine gun, you can hit 1,500 meters away. My appearance did not attract the attention of the machine gunners.

Then with a twist of his hand, the neck of the secondary shooter broke, and he fell to the ground limply. The Heavy was still firing continuously, suppressing the dungeon door with fire. Under the loud gunfire, he had no idea that the secondary shooter was gone.

Smelling the choking smoke, I bowed down and pounced on him, and he looked back in surprise to see that I grabbed his head and broke his neck.

Got rid of the four machine gun emplacements, returned to the dungeon, took the fat man's hand, and this time appeared behind the heavy machine gun. The heavy machine gunner was wondering why the gunfire in the four corners was gone, and he didn't even think that there was someone behind him.

I've killed the co-shooter, and the fat man has already smashed the heavy's head. It's really disgusting, he can twist his neck, but he has to smash his head and get blood stains on his hands. It seems that he has also been suffocated for more than 20 days.

The fat man bowed down and threw himself into the position of the heavy machine gun, and I ran over to pick up the chain, and as soon as he raised the muzzle of the gun, the bullets poured on the stone house of the training camp. The bullet sent a burst of sparks from the stones, and large stones fell from the corners.

The fat man adjusted another angle to specifically hit the position of the doors and windows of the house. The doors and windows shattered in one fell swoop. The loud sound made the Turks dare not show their heads, and thick smoke filled the area around the heavy machine gun position.

More than a dozen bodies of militants were already lying on the ground at the entrance to the barracks.

Originally, those prisoners were suppressed to death by five machine guns, but now that they were no longer suppressed, they all rushed out and rushed into the barracks to strangle them.

I roughly counted ten of us, and there were about ten people on the ground who were killed. It is estimated that only the ten clergy are left who can resist. The fat man saw that there was no strangulation target, so he stopped shooting.

"Fatty, I see that your fellow inmates seem to be special forces!"

"I don't know, I'm so hungry that my eyes are green during this time. There's only food in the brain. ”

The huge gunfire in the barracks, as well as the sound of explosions, had already attracted Jiang Ming's attention. Now there was no light machine gun suppression in the four corners, and he touched it back.

Jiang Ming looked at the door of the barracks and saw that it was me and the fat man in the heavy machine gun position, and then called us.

When we looked back, Jiang Ming ran over, jumped into the heavy machine gun position surrounded by sandbags, stepped on the bullet casing, and almost fell. He simply sat down and crawled over here.

He asked, "What's going on?" Have you found help? ”

I said, "I released the prisoners, and now they are attacking the barracks." ”

Jiang Ming said, "Let's go!" When the other three outposts come back, we'll have to fight. ”

The fat man said, "We occupy three light machine gun positions, and we will do another battle when reinforcements come!" ”

The idea is a good idea, but I'm afraid that these prisoners will kill crazy people and even beat us. Jiang Ming said: "We still have a task, first go to Anjuman to rest and continue to complete the task." ”

The fat man reluctantly patted the heavy machine gun and said let's go!

Then we got on the bronze bird and left, flying towards Anjuman. Ten motorcycles were driving fast, and one of the outposts was supposed to have come back for reinforcements. Jiang Ming picked up the AK he was carrying and shot a burst, and the people below immediately turned on their backs. We took the opportunity to fly away.

After flying dozens of kilometers, Jiang Ming was exhausted, so he had to walk on the ground. The fat man was imprisoned for more than 20 days, and although he received a little supplement, he still walked softly. He said he would have driven a few motorcycles out if he had known.

It was surrounded by barren mountains, only low bushes, and gravel all over the ground, and it was difficult to walk. The sun on his head was very poisonous, and the fat man said while wiping his sweat, I can't walk, let's take a rest! Let's find a place to sit in the shade.

Jiang Ming inspected the fat man's wound, and then gave him an elixir to eat, saying that the skin injury was not a big problem. Seeing that the fat man was so thin that he was out of shape, Jiang Ming said that he must not lose weight anymore, otherwise he would be more handsome than him. The fat man couldn't laugh or cry when he heard it.

I took out the map and used the compass to set the spot. Pointing to the map, he told them that a few hundred meters in front of them was the Grand Canyon, and the entire Grand Canyon was more than 200 kilometers long, and there was a dirt road. There will be cars passing by here, so let's go here! It's better to take a ride than to walk on your own.

Anjuman is a small county town in Afghanistan with a population of just over 1,000. This county is the junction of several provinces in Afghanistan, and it belongs to the three places, which is quite chaotic.

The county seat is located in the middle and rear section of the Grand Canyon, and there are 150 kilometers of oil road out of the city to Bagram, and the road is built along the Grand Canyon. Bagram is a military base in Afghanistan that is now used by the U.S. military and is located in the Afghan province of Parwan

From the county seat to the end of the Grand Canyon is a fifty-kilometer dirt road, and we are on the edge of this dirt road. Jiang Ming said that Anjuman should be able to get some news when he went, but unfortunately he didn't find the little boss as a translator just now.

Afghanistan has long since become a symbol of Cloth terror and war in countless news. But Afghanistan is not a place where there is only war. Although the western part of Afghanistan is managed by NATO and there are bases for the US military, the more barren the land, the more great people will be born.

Anjuman County and Afghanistan have the same name as a poetess. Twenty-five-year-old Afghan poetess Nadia Anjuman has published her first collection of poems, Dark Flowers, in praise of love and beauty.

But when she was preparing to publish her second poetry collection in 05, she was killed by her husband. Died at home in the NATO-run city of Hotra. The cause of death turned out to be that her husband felt that publishing a collection of poems about love and beauty would only bring shame to them.

What a foolish and foolish man this is!

Anjuman's Verse:

I dream that one day I can open the birdcage.

I could poke my head out and sing a poem with joy.

I am not as fragile as a willow tree trembling in the breeze.

I'm an Afghan woman, and I've got to cry.

The city of Khotla, which is managed by NATO, is thousands of miles away from Anjuman County. There are no laws in Anjuman County, only various local armed forces. There are several training camps in the surrounding hundreds of miles, and it can be said that Anjuman is the procurement center of the local armed forces.

With the departure of the Soviets, a new era of violence erupted, with warlords vying for power with local forces in Kabul and elsewhere. Thus sitting on the ****.

After the invasion of the Soviet Union and the warlord scuffle, the vegetation and forests of the country disappeared. The impoverished environment around Afghanistan is only covered with yellow sand and gravel all over the mountains, as well as wind and sand erosion.

And the war in Afghanistan has nothing to do with us, we are just here to carry out the mission. In order to safeguard the interests of the Chinese country, we went to other countries to arrest the Turks.