Xu Zhiping went to the Republic of Ivesu in the Middle East. As soon as I got off the plane, I fell into the vast desert, and in the distance, a sandstorm was rolling.

"Come and assemble!" Receiving their team of fifteen people was Xu Fan, the captain who had been touching the local situation two years earlier than them. The 15 people who went to the peacekeeping camp this time were recruited from all over the country.

Hearing the sound, everyone immediately consciously and orderly gathered and stood upright, Xu Fan said: "Everyone come into the house with me, the sandstorm is coming soon." Then they were ushered into a dilapidated building and quickly closed the doors and windows. Captain Xu Fan also handed out tape, asking everyone to immediately close the cracks of the doors and windows, and gave everyone a sand mask.

Xu Zhiping was nervous by the tight movements, from the window you can see outside, a towering yellow sand is rolling all over the sky, dense sand particles hit the window glass ping-pong, although everyone is a tough guy who is a soldier, but most of them are the first time to encounter this kind of bad weather, and they are a little overwhelmed by this natural phenomenon. If you were still outside just now, you would always feel that you would turn into a pinch of loess if you were not careful.

Xu Zhiping opened his eyes again, and the wind and sand had already skimmed, but there was dust on the tip of his nose, hair, and clothes. Everyone shook off the dust on their bodies.

Xu Fan clapped his hands and said solemnly: "Everyone, welcome to the hometown of the desert, Ivisu, I am your captain Xu Fan." I didn't expect you to come and the sandstorm came to greet you hahaha. In the coming days, weather like this will be commonplace, and everyone should get used to it. Relax, you can't die. Because what is more terrible than a sandstorm is war. ”

Everyone stood upright in unison, "Yes!" Captain! ”

That night, after everyone made the bed, Xu Zhiping sat on the edge of the bed, unfolded a piece of paper, held a pen in his hand, and scribbled on the paper.

A soldier walked up to him, "Yo. Brother, write a letter. Tell your family that you're safe? ”

"Hmm......" Xu Zhiping replied nonchalantly.

"My name is Wang Xiaohu. What's your name? ”

"Xu Zhiping."

Xu Zhiping was writing, and Wang Xiaohu was babbling.

"I'm a talker. If you don't speak, it's uncomfortable. Brother Zhiping, don't be annoyed. ”

Xu Zhiping finally put down the pen in his hand, "Don't bother." I was just writing a letter to someone I liked. ”

Wang Xiaohu looked envious: "Wow! Your boy has a daughter-in-law! ”

"Not yet. When I go back, I'll be my daughter-in-law. ”

"That's great! I haven't touched a girl's hand yet. Wang Xiaohu pushed Xu Zhiping with a wicked smile.

The two became very good friends.

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During the next two years in Ivesu, everything was peaceful, there were no major military missions, and sometimes there were friendly gatherings with the local people in private.

The days of being friends with the yellow sand and the sun and the moon made the soldiers who were sent to peacekeeping feel more and more homesick, and even felt that peacekeeping was nothing more than that, and they could return to the arms of their motherland after squatting for a few more years. Only the captain Xu Fan constantly alerted the soldiers below all the time, everyone lived with their heads pinned to their trouser belts, and they couldn't take it lightly until the last moment they left this land.

Today, as in the past, Xu Zhiping put the letter he had written to be sent to Yang Feng in the chest pocket of his camouflage jacket and prepared to go to the post office in the town of Siqili, which was closest to the camp. In the past two years, Xu Zhiping has kept in touch with Yang Feng by letter, and sometimes sends back some of Ivism's specialties.

He drove a pickup truck on the stretching desert road, one hand propped up by the window, one hand holding the steering wheel, his eyes looked at the scenery along the way from time to time, even if the road has long been familiar, but the occasional small oasis in the desert can still retain his attention, the oasis is like a ray of hope for the dry desert.

Suddenly, he saw a red fire on the other side of the desert. Xu Zhiping frowned slightly, and the accelerator under his feet unconsciously accelerated.

As soon as he entered the town, he noticed that something was wrong. Men from the Ivesu government forces stopped his car, armed with a firearm.

"Where did it come from?" People from the government army asked.

"Armed Police of Country X." Then he showed his identification card, and the Ivesu government army was immediately released.

On weekdays, the bustling scene of the town is gone, and if it was in the past, there would be many small vendors selling on the way into the city, and there would be people openly singing and dancing in the streets, so happy.

Today, there is a dead silence everywhere, the doors and windows of every house are tightly closed, and only people are walking on the road in twos and threes, but they are also solemn and hurried.

He parked the car on the side of the road outside the post office, which was not directly facing the main road and had to turn into an alley, so he couldn't drive in, so he had to get out of the car and walk over.

Xu Zhiping came to the post office and found that the post office was unexpectedly closed closed. At this moment, an Ivesu woman wearing a polka-dot pattern colorful headscarf happened to pass by, and he hurriedly stopped the other party and asked, "Hello ma'am, why is the post office closed?" ”

"Let's go, the access to the outside is closed. The rebels broke out this morning. ”

And then she was about to leave.

At this moment, an explosion that broke the eardrum sounded, and then there were fine shells falling one after another, Xu Zhiping quickly hugged the woman just now and fell to the ground, "Be careful!" ”