Guantanamo, Cuba, USA.

As one of the largest and most well-walled bays in the world, Guantanamo is not at all pleasantly warm.

With temperatures of up to 35 degrees Celsius and humidity exceeding 90 percent, at least the residents of the Delta camp will not feel comfortable.

Of course, for Abdul, such an environment is no longer too much of a problem, which is normal, and for a person who has been living in the area for three whole years, adaptation has been a long time ago.

There was a loud whirring sound outside the small window, and Abdul knew that it was the movement of the helicopter gunship as it took off.

The first time I heard it was three years ago.

Strangely enough, after all this time, as soon as he thought of this, Abdul's nose seemed to immediately smell the long-lost smell of yellow sand in the breeze of his hometown, and the bells of Uncle Tahir's two silly mules seemed to ring in his ears.

"Ding...... Bite...... Ding......"

It was always this silly rhythm, and his position was always behind the two mules, and he struggled to climb the hillside that seemed to never end, and he looked boredly at the pockets of the two stupid animals.

There are also times when there are no pockets.

They are always changing.

At the beginning, when he saw mules for the first time in his memory, Abdul remembered that he was only half a leg high, and when he looked up, the mules often had flour on their backs, and Uncle Tahir was still very young, and he had a smiling face all day long, and only when he disappeared again halfway and reappeared, carrying a pheasant or a rabbit, did Uncle Tahir elongate his face.

The worst of the people, who happened to be lined up with the mules' butts, and had to stay away from them, often carried buckets with three strange symbols on their backs, and Uncle Tahir became much darker, and whenever he turned back to greet himself, he inadvertently saw a few symbols on the bucket that were the same as the iron birds in the sky, and his face was often darker and more obvious, and at this time, even when he finally passed by a stream, he did not dare to skillfully drill into it and find out two fat fish.

On the same day that he was finally as tall as Uncle Tahir, a sound of "Tatarta" passed, and he and Uncle Tahir rushed out of the cave as quickly as possible, and a green iron ox kicked up a large cloud of sand and dust, and quickly became smaller along the wide road pressed by the taller iron ox, and the noise and chaos filled the whole village, until the sun went down and the village was finally quiet, and on the backs of the two silly mules were Uncle Saman and Aunt Khorasan, who could never skin the wild wolves they had caught, and who could never touch their heads again.

When the sun rose again, Uncle Tahir, who had been missing all night, brought in two uncles he did not know, and in the days that followed, the mules' backs were replaced by dark and cold weapons and yellow bullets.

All day long there were endless ridges and endless forests, but Uncle Tahir would never again stop himself from running around the mountains, for everyone was following him, waiting for him to find a natural path through the gaps in the trees and stones, or to dig out the narrow crevices that the beast had carved out of the thorny walls of bushes and thorns.

The moon slowly turned into a hook, and slowly became rounded again, and after three passes, he put on a white robe, and a beard grew on his face unconsciously. Another breezy morning, out of a dense forest, through a wide road, walked back behind the mule, just climbed a hillside, a strong whirring sound suddenly came from behind him, Uncle Tahir, who turned back, suddenly full of anxiety, rushed over and pushed himself down hard, a sharp air flow with the sound of Tatar also quickly swept over his sides at the same time.

The yellow sand dissipated slightly, and Abdur saw two silly mules for the last time.

Also saw Uncle Tahir for the last time.

They poured together with him, the bright red liquid on the ground already joining together.

Next, Abdul flew into the sky for the first time, wearing a full set of hoods, eye patches, goggles, earmuffs, and his hands tightly cuffed.

Two days later, armed with this set of free gifts, Abdul traveled halfway around the world to Guantanamo, a marginal area where there was no trial, no prosecution, no verdict, and no lawyer.

In the beginning, Abdul lived in an open-air iron cage with a top made of steel pipes, and even the toilets were exposed in broad daylight.

After two months of suffering, after a series of inspections and humiliation, including shaving, Abdul finally got a roof, running water, and an iron bed made entirely of metal for the first time.

Since then, Abdul has lived in a single dormitory, with a space of about ten square meters, with an iron bed on the left, a small toilet on the right, a small window behind which not even a head can penetrate, and a Qur'an in the most prominent position in the barbed wire room, marked with an arrow pointing to Mecca on the ground.

Finally, there were four heavily armed guards standing outside the door.

For the next three years, eating, sleeping, being in a daze, letting off steam, interrogating, beating, all this made up the whole content of Abdul's life.

It wasn't until today that the trajectory suddenly changed.

This morning, two guards approached Abdul, handcuffed and shackled the tenant and took him out of his room.

At first, Abdul thought it was an early release, but found himself quickly leaving the area.

As a result, Abdul thought it was another new interrogation and was ready to be beaten and tortured to extract confessions, only to find that he had quickly passed through the gruesome interrogation room.

Then, when Abdur began to pray to Allah, thinking that he would soon disappear without a trace like some unlucky ghost in his cell, the guards had taken Abdur out of the prison and into a large and bright room.

Three old men in uniform, but completely different from the uniforms of the guards, had been waiting in the room for a long time, and after carefully studying Abdul's whole body with the eyes of selecting food for ten minutes, the old man standing in the middle said the first sentence in the most authentic Dali language.

"Mr. Abdul/Ibn/Abdul/Aziz/Ibn/Abdul/Rahman, here is an amnesty decree that has just been issued by the CIA......"

"Put away your delusions! The children of the caliph will never betray their partners! ”

The old man's expression was a little embarrassed, but he quickly adjusted: "Mr. Abdul, this is not an interrogation, and we are not CIA agents who are about to be fired, this amnesty order does have conditions, but this time the conditions are with your accomplices...... No, it has nothing to do with the children of your caliphate. ”

Abdul's reply was a sneer.

The old man continued to explain to himself: "Mr. Abdul, the conditions of this CIA amnesty are very simple, you only need to join a team to train a student......"

"Train you how to slaughter my fellow citizens?"

"Nope." The old man shook his head solemnly, "The training does not involve any military or political content, it is only related to some ability to survive in the wilderness, as well as some necessary life skills. In addition, this training will not last more than a week at most, and after completion, you will be able to spend the rest of your time under the limited supervision of the CIA, designated by the CIA, or in a suitable location of your choice. ”

"The right place...... "Abdul seemed to smell the wind and sand again," ...... Only my hometown. ”

The three old men looked at each other for a few seconds, and the old men on both sides nodded imperceptibly.

"To hell with the CIA's whining and the FBI's surveillance......" The old man in the middle suddenly took a few steps forward, and the Lamb of God held the right hand of the Prophet's Lamb: "Deal!" Mr. Abdul. ”

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Now, after a fourteen-hour long journey, two helicopters, a civilian airliner, a jet fighter, and an armored car, guarded by dozens of armed soldiers and four personal guards, Abdur finally stood 10 meters away from Wu Qingchen.

Chapter 17: Life Training (II)

"This is called a life coach?"

Looking up and down carefully at the strange team that stopped ten meters away, Wu Qingchen was really a little nervous, such a character is a coach, and I really don't know what amazing content is in the "life" of the next training.

The content is simple.

Jiang Fengming explained that the team responsible for Wu Qingchen's physical health noticed that the biggest threat to Wu Qingchen's health in the past ten days in the medieval world was the diet and nutrition of the medieval world, and it had reached the point where "it must be solved immediately".

The sky will not drop pie by itself, and judging from the current situation, it is impractical to rely on Wu Qingchen's family in the medieval world to solve the problem of nutrition and diet.

The only way out is self-reliance and hard work.

The guiding ideology is also very simple: rely on the mountains to eat the mountains, and rely on the water to eat the water.

Flying in the sky, running on the ground, swimming in water, knotting in trees, buried in the soil, and killing mistakes were all put into Wu Qingchen's future menu by the staff officers.

Wu Qingchen can't eat grass or digest the soil, and if he wants to strengthen the food and nutrition of the medieval world, the only places he can find a way are wild animals and fruit trees.

However, there is a small technical problem that needs to be addressed.

According to the available information and materials, combined with Wu Qingchen's description, the staff has now determined that in addition to the family's share of land and a few poor livestock, the streams, fish, fruit trees, forests, birds, and wild beasts of the medieval world have been removed...... Or to put it more simply: everything that can be seen with the naked eye is almost entirely state-owned resources...... Belongs to the liege.

Obviously, Wu Qingchen's path of strengthening the nutritional level of the medieval world is a solid embodiment of a famous saying of the great leader: there is endless joy in fighting with the sky, endless fun in fighting with the earth, and endless fun in fighting with people.

However, no matter what era or world, breaking the law will not have any wonderful results, not to mention that with Wu Qingchen's current status in the medieval world, his understanding of the medieval world is not suitable for a straightforward and upright confrontation with the laws of the medieval world's territory.

On the one hand, there is a "stomach problem that must be solved", and on the other hand, there are harsh territorial laws.

Naturally, the group of "life coaches" that the staff group was looking for for Wu Qingchen were all experts in reconciling the contradictions between the two.

A more intuitive description, that is, a first-class person who has mastered all kinds of superb skills in "stealing, kidnapping, and breaking the law".

In the following time, under the guidance of these top people in the criminal industry, and guarded by dozens of soldiers who were fully armed and facing a great enemy, Wu Qingchen wore body armor, a riot helmet on his head, and tactical shoes, and began to learn "life skills".

The first to go out was a costume hero with a longbow, a resident of the primeval forest, and a poaching expert in Changbai Mountain who spent millions of dollars in more than a dozen urban areas in two provinces to arrest him.

From the hands of this natural predator of the country's first, second, and third-class protected animals, Wu Qingchen learned the advanced technology of discovering the infested area of wild beasts from details such as dirt, branches, and feces, and then using branches, vines, and even stones and dirt to arrange traps.

The second dispatch is the red-faced foreign mercenaries who are proficient in lurking and hiding, and can pass through the swamps, rainforests, deserts, and Gobi deserts safely.

From the hands of this cockroach with a small strong vitality, Wu Qingchen learned to make camouflage, distinguish poisonous mushrooms, repel mosquitoes and ants from leaves, and quickly climb trees to take refuge.

The re-dispatch was a prisoner with iron balls in his hands and iron balls on his feet, which directly led to dozens of accomplices of the new American widows, who had just been "accidentally escaped" by the CIA.

From the hands of this determined terrorist, Wu Qingchen learned all kinds of bizarre guerrilla tactics such as climbing mountain cliffs, finding a way through dense forests, distinguishing directions according to the position of the sun, and observing the shape of tree branches to find water sources.

The training took a considerable amount of time, from 10 a.m. to 6 p.m., a full eight hours passed.

By this time, Wu Qingchen also fully understood why today's training would be changed to the wilderness.

Only a small part of the skills of the "life coach" can only talk about theory, and most of the other training content must be practiced and practiced again and again.

So, digging into the woods, climbing the hillside, turning over the stones, digging in the mud, stabbing the fish with wooden sticks, catching rabbits with bare hands, arranging traps, driving away mosquitoes and ants, and the bones of his body were about to fall apart, Wu Qingchen finally basically understood the various techniques trained by the coaches.

As for being truly proficient, I have to wait until I enter the medieval world, and then double my practice.

It was slowly starting to get dark, and there were two last elements of the training that were equally important.

The first item coincided with the weather at this time, the training had just begun, and Wu Qingchen immediately vaguely understood the direct reason why the coach was transferred to a welfare person.

This gentleman's last occupation was more alternative, if the place of work was a house, the job content was to carry items, which were characterized by high value, light weight, and never returned; If the workplace is a vehicle, the job is a safety check, and the inspected pockets tend to become extremely safe, that is, completely empty.

So, about a time when he was not very successful, the gentleman met the owner who didn't like to be moved for free or the passengers who didn't cooperate with the security check, and paid the price of ten fingers.

In the next two hours, under the guidance of this enthusiastic man, Wu Qingchen learned to get up quietly, tiptoe to open the door, walk sneakily, bury the footprints that he stepped on without permission, choose suitable items to erase the oil stains of stolen meat, and completely destroy the evidence of poaching and poaching in the quickest and most urgent way, and so on.

In short, after two hours of training, Wu Qingchen firmly believes that it is absolutely impossible for rookie police officers and indigenous villagers who have never seen much of the world in the medieval world to recognize these superb skills, which have been refined one after another by generations of thieves and elites, and have undergone countless cameras and security tests.

Another great man said well, science and technology is the primary productive force, although it is not science, it is also technology, and the thief technology that is ahead of several eras is destined to be able to beat the anti-theft system of the medieval world to the ground.

After ending another anti-social and anti-law subject, Wu Qingchen ushered in the content of the last life training.

It was not until this time that Wu Qingchen lasted for half a day of life training, and finally ushered in a coach who belonged to the category of goodness.

Li Dezheng, 53 years old, a native of Henan, is a national special chef, who has served as the chef of many star-rated hotels in Guodu, Shanghai, Tianjin, etc., specializing in Sichuan cuisine, Hunan cuisine, Western food, pastries, etc......

and picnics.

This is the most urgently needed skill to be mastered by the subject of this celestial event.

Another two hours passed, and Wu Qingchen's initial mastery of skills was to extract salt from stones, leaves, and grass roots; seasoned with aquatic weeds, wheat husks, wild tubers; Build a fire that won't smoke, use a fruit scoop to heat and boil water, quickly process prey, pick the tastingest, most nutritious parts, and more.

At this point, at ten o'clock in the evening, Wu Qingchen's life skills training was basically over.

At this time, Wu Qingchen's muscles were extremely sore, and his clothes were soaked with sweat inside and out, which was basically the same as at the end of the training the day before.

The mood is completely different.

It was completely different from the apprehension that he was about to go to a strange world alone at that time, now that Wu Qingchen's life in the Middle World had been initially stabilized, and he had refreshed countless targeted skills in time, Wu Qingchen's mood was much better.

This good mood is also due to other aspects.

When he had just been brought to the national capital by the national thunderbolt, he knew nothing about the future, and he was ignorant, Wu Qingchen was quite flustered and extremely pessimistic.

Now, after the buffer of ten days in the medieval world, returning to the earth world, Wu Qingchen did not suffer the house arrest or other malicious treatment that he feared when he was cranky, and even, Wu Qingchen vaguely felt that compared with the previous day, the people who were in charge of direct contact with him now, whether it were officials, soldiers, or training personnel, were much friendlier, and some even had a little respect.

For Wu Qingchen, who is easily satisfied, these have enough reasons to put himself in a better mood.