The fat man rested for half an hour, and then we came to the side of the dirt road in the Grand Canyon and hid in the shade to wait for the bus. At two or three o'clock in the afternoon, the sun overhead is hot.

It's a dirt road, and when the wind blows, it kicks up puffs of sand. On both sides of the road are tall stone mountains, and strange rocks are craggy. The road leads down the Grand Canyon to Anjuman County, and is also the main road for nearby militants to procure.

"You say, will you run into the militants?" The fat man asked worriedly.

The fat man was imprisoned for more than 20 days, and he was already hungry and afraid, and he was even more afraid of falling into the cage again. I patted him on the shoulder and said, "Don't worry! With me, I'm not like some people who like Yanmar. ”

"Yanma?" The fat man looked back in confusion.

Jiang Ming said with a haha next to him: "It's that blonde beauty, fat man, do you think it's not beautiful?" ”

The fat man pouted and said, "Can you eat it?" Steamed or grilled? ”

Uh, ......, Jiang Ming was nauseated and speechless, saying that the fat man didn't know how to appreciate, which hurt him very much. Then Jiang Ming guided the fat man to discuss the skin color of the Yanmar, looking at the pair of headlights, he could blind his eyes, at least the C cup, and the round buttocks, which must feel very good.

"I eat two cakes a day, I'm so hungry that I haven't for a week, and my stomach is hungry A, you tell me about Yanma? Still round ass? Does she have my circle? The fat man's aggrieved words made Jiang Ming doubt his life.

"Hahahaha." I laughed so hard that tears came out of my eyes, and I sat on the ground with my ass, and if it weren't for the dust, I would have wanted to roll a few times.

Jiang Ming touched his beard, which he hadn't shaved for a month, looked at the fat man with a resentful expression, and shook his head incessantly. In his eyes, it is the most beautiful thing, but in the eyes of the fat man, it is steamed or barbecued.

After laughing, I got up and wiped my tears and said, "Jiang Ming, you have two in your family, and you are already the best among women." Now that you've taken a fancy to the Yanmar again, won't your conscience hurt? Next time I have a black pearl, don't you like it too? ”

Then his eyes lit up, and he gave a burst of light and said, "Hey! Black Pearl is good! I definitely want to try it when I have the chance. ”

"If Mr. Qiu knew that you were playing Yanmar abroad, would he have done it with you?" I touched on the main points.

"It's not abroad, it's still a barren place, just see beautiful things and appreciate them. Don't think about it. "Jiang Ming is not necessarily afraid of his brother-in-law, it is difficult to say who will lose and who will win when the two fight! However, offending the brother-in-law and erecting a strong enemy is not good for everyone.

This fight with my brother-in-law, who are we going to help?

Just as we were talking about it, we heard the sound of a car. Jiang Ming stood up and looked at it, and said that there was a truck, Daheng, you go and stop him. After that, hand me an AK.

I stood in the middle of the road with an AK, and the scorching sun baked me dizzy. A battered truck drove up and stopped with a "creak" ten meters away, bringing with it a choking puff of dust. The driver looked at the car and made sure it was just the three of us, and then opened the door and got out of the car.

The driver was a typical middle-aged Afghan man, he walked over slowly, raised his hands and opened his mouth to keep talking. Seeing that I didn't move, he walked over to me and stood opposite me, asking incessantly.

He did not carry a gun, and there is only one kind of person who is not afraid of a gun here, and that is the one who serves the militants.

He was well acquainted with the militants around him, delivering them supplies and walking sideways without a gun at all. So he is not afraid of us either.

Jiang Ming and the fat man walked over and got directly into his co-pilot, and the driver realized that it was a hitchhiker. There was no place for the co-pilot, so I rolled over and got into the rear compartment.

The driver had no choice, so he climbed into the cab and drove, talking while driving. I took a hundred dollars in the back compartment and handed it to him, and he took it and laughed happily. And then he didn't say anything again.

After rocking in the car for more than ten minutes, we arrived in Anjuman County. It's not bustling here, it's all low old houses. Although the county has a population of just over 1,000, it has only one administrative unit with more than a dozen people.

The people sent by Afghanistan are very familiar with the militants, do not disturb each other, and take what they need. So this administrative unit is nothing but a non-existent unit. There were not many people walking on the street, and after the driver stopped, we got out of the car.

We are outsiders, and I am the only one wearing the costume of Aguo. Jiang Ming and the others were still wearing the clothes they brought from China, dirty. As soon as the two of them got out of the car, they attracted the attention of the people around them.

If you think about the three races of inmates in the prison, you can see how difficult it is to mix in this place where everyone is a soldier. So we discussed it and planned to buy some local clothes. Finding a clothing store, they found two clothes to put on, and threw away the old clothes.

I pulled out a hundred dollars, and the man selling the clothes had his eyes lit up. Then I made another gesture to eat, and the owner took us to a restaurant opposite. When we entered, everyone inside looked at us.

Unfamiliar faces tend to attract more attention in the county. Jiang Ming communicated with the boss in broken English, and then ordered a roast whole lamb. The boss rubbed his fingers, meaning to pay the money first, I took out five green bills and handed them over, and he smiled.

After sitting down, the boss brought the appetizer soup and went to the back of the store. The guests at the dinner looked very strong, and the alertness should be spies of the militants.

I whispered, "We don't speak well here, should we find a translator?" ”

The fat man said, "Yes! Without an intelligence source, how can we complete the task by relying on the three of us to run blindly? ”

When Jiang Ming heard it, he thought for a while and said, "I'll go to the boss to see if someone understands Huaxia." ”

He got up and walked to the back yard. The fat man and I glanced around at the diners, they were all ordinary people, and there was nothing to worry about. I picked up the appetizer soup and drank it slowly.

After a while, Jiang Ming came back, and he said: "The boss said that there are a few Xinjiang people in the county, and they don't know if they understand Huaxia or not. He also said that it would cost a thousand dollars to hire a guide or interpreter here. ”

I said, "Money is not a problem, there is a lot in the bag." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, a young man stood up at the opposite table, and he came over and told us in Huaxia that he could earn this thousand yuan. Although the accent of Huaxia is very strong, I can barely understand it. He wears the traditional costume of Aguo, has a mustache, and looks a bit like a Xinjiang person.

He offered to make us look at each other, but I asked him to sit down. When I asked him who he was, he said he was a local, but his mother was married from Xinjiang, so he often walked around with relatives in Xinjiang and learned a little bit of Huaxia language.

I asked him if he was a local militant? He said no, he hadn't even fired a gun, and after saying that, he stretched out his hand for us to see. The young man's white and tender hands are indeed not calloused, and it seems that he has not shot much.

He introduced himself as Abdul Liyim and was 17 years old. That's a long name. Abdul Liyim? We muttered a few times before we wrote down the name. He said you should call me Yimu, it's easy to remember.

I asked him how many other people in the county could speak Huaxia, and he said that his mother could speak it. When I asked him if his father could speak, he fell silent. It seems that this is a man with a story. When asked if he had anything to do with the militants, he said he was an enemy.

Foe? We didn't know what to say at once. Yimu said that in half a year, he would also join the militants, because when he reached the age of eighteen, he had to participate. And this statement?

He nodded, saying that his father had been dragged to join the militants, and that he would get a little money every year. Just a job.

Later, his father was killed by the U.S. military, and there was no more money to take it. The men of the county, who want to join them when they reach the age of eighteen, have no choice but to leave here.

It turned out to be Lazhuangding? It seems that this Imu has a great hatred for the militants, and he is also a good translator and guide for us.

I said that if you mix with us and be known, will it be bad for your family?

He said that he would let his mother go back to Xinjiang tonight, and he would return to Xinjiang after being a guide this time. I said that it would be too much to be a guide, would it be too much? He said that even if you don't come, he wants to go to Xinjiang to seek refuge with relatives. When you meet us, you want to earn this thousand dollars and go again.

Hearing this, I silently took out five green bills and handed them to him. I said it was a deposit, for your mother's journey. He thought for a moment and then took it and said thank you. After taking the money, he immediately got up and left, and watched him push the door out, and the fat man stood up at once. Jiang Ming next to him pressed him down and said that he would believe this young man.

When our roasted whole lamb comes up, it smells fragrant! The fat man immediately snatched the basin and encouraged his mouth to eat. He had to make up for the hungry stomach during this time.

That Yimu also pushed the door in, and we invited him over to eat meat together.

He said that he arranged for his mother to leave and now take a bus to Kabul and then transfer to Xinjiang. Kabul is the capital of the country. It seems that the young man is a very decisive person and a reliable person.

After eating, Yimu said that our arrival had attracted the attention of the county spies, and that we could not stay in the county tonight. I said we would have liked to stay in a hotel and take a hot shower. Then Imu took us to the only hotel in the prefecture and let us open three rooms to take a bath. I asked why open three rooms? He said he was going to confuse the spies.

After taking a bath, Yimu took us out of the wall in the dark, and found a small bush in the mountain behind the hotel and squatted down. I asked him why he was doing it. He said you wait and see. After squatting for half an hour, I suddenly heard a gunshot, coming from our room.

The sound of gunfire was accompanied by bursts of light. Then I saw militants looking around with their windows open. Although we are not afraid of these people, we also admire Yimu's materiality like a god. He said that we were too generous to eat and buy clothes, and there was no bargaining, so he caught the attention of the spies. This time it's for money.

After Yimu finished speaking, he took us away, followed the foot of the mountain until we came to the edge of the county seat, and found a single-family family. This is an old house that no one lives in. He said that the man in the family was also killed by the US military, and the family moved out, so no one lived in it for more than a year.

After climbing over the wall and going inside, everything was furnished here, and we each found a place to lie down. I asked Imu, "Have you seen a group of Americans lately, and a woman?" ”

He said, "Yes! ”

Then Jiang Minggu got up, pulled me away, and said, "Daheng, you go to sleep, I'll understand the situation." ”

"Phew! I miss Yanma again. ”

When I finished my meal, I found a place to sleep and asked him to ask about the situation. He wiped his face and pulled Yimu to the corner and asked.

At dawn the next day, we returned to the county seat and ate the local flatbread and appetizer soup. Yimu heard the news that there was a truck to transport grain to a training camp, and the driver could take us for a ride.

We found the driver, who was the same person from yesterday, and when he saw us, he became excited. It was a call from Balabala, and I silently took out a green bill, and he happily took it.

Jiang Ming and Yimu got into the co-pilot, and the fat man and I rolled over into the trunk.

There were a lot of materials piled up in the trunk of the car, dozens of bags of flour and corn flour, as well as various spices, and a few live sheep.

Yimu said that a week ago, twenty or thirty Americans came to the county seat, and after making some purchases, they went to another training camp. I don't know if it's still there. The camp was fifty kilometers away, and the car could reach the bottom of the mountain.

Because the driver is not his own person, he cannot ask the driver where the Americans are to prevent leakage.

The fat man teased the goats with his feet and said, "It's good that you don't have to walk!" "The sun is not very strong in the morning, and the tall mountains can block out the sun. We wobbled in the carriage for an hour before the driver stopped.

After getting out of the car, we casually walked up the hill and stopped when the driver was far away. Jiang Ming asked me to open the map, and he pointed to the map and said, "This is where those Americans stay." He was referring to a nearby training camp.

However, I am not sure if those people are there, and Yimu said that judging from the materials in the car, there are a little more supplies than usual. So this time I will bet that if the Americans are here, those two Turks will be there.

"Of course, the Yanmar is also there." When Jiang Ming said this, he couldn't help laughing, this kind of heartfelt laughter couldn't be hidden. It's from the heart!

He divided the AK he was carrying, and when he saw Yimu empty-handed, he said, "Daheng give him your pistol." I was not pleased, and said, "My pistol has not been opened, and I will not give it to those who are left to tickle!" Then he handed AK to Imu.

Yimu said no, I said that you use self-defense, not for you to attack the training camp. He just took it.

From here, there are about ten kilometers to climb the mountain, and there should be an outpost not far ahead. We climbed up the road ahead, Jiang Ming said I'll go reconnoitre, and then I got on the bronze bird and left.

Yimu opened his mouth wide and looked at Jiang Ming who was far away, and said, "How can he fly?" ”

The fat man patted him on the shoulder and said, "This is high-tech, young man." Then we ignored his surprise and walked past him.

The Taoism of the East is very magical for Yimu of the country, and in this place full of war, all you see is primitive.

Climbing to the top of the mountain, Jiang Ming was sitting on it to blow the wind, he said that there was a sentry post three kilometers ahead, about ten people, and asked us how to fight? Yimu said that there may be his little friends inside, and he hopes we don't hurt him.

We are dumbfounded, how can there be immortals in this war? Bullets don't grow eyes. The fat man said, I'll come! Lay out the formation, it should be fine. Then we discussed the plan, and Imu went to the outpost to find a friend, who used to come a lot anyway. Jiang Ming took the fat man to set up a formation in the air, and I went in to disarm my weapons.

Watching Yimu slowly walk towards the outpost, when he was still a few hundred meters away from the outpost, the gun rang out, and he did not fall. Then a man ran out and pulled him into the outpost. Jiang Ming said, let's go! Then we flew to the outpost with the sun on our backs, and the fat man threw the token, and then the match.

It was dark in the array, and I instantly arrived in the outpost, and while these people were panicking, I punched and kicked them, and disarmed them in a few strokes. Jiang Ming and the fat man came down, and when they saw the wounded all over the ground, they gathered all their weapons together.

Yimu helped a young man, saying that he was a friend who played small and big games, and that the militants who participated this year should not hurt him. I said that if he disarmed, he would not be harmed. Then Imu took his gun and searched for a hand bud from his waist.

Jiang Ming began to interrogate, Yimu translated, and his friend said that the Americans would leave after lunch and go to the next training camp. It was also said that they drew blood from the people at the outpost and froze it in Xiaoice boxes, not knowing what it was for.

Yimu said: "It was a woman who drew blood for them. Jiang Ming's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly asked what the woman looked like, and Yimu's friend replied, saying that it was a very beautiful blonde beauty.

"Yanma?" Jiang Ming looked back at us and said.