There was the sound of drums and chords in his ears, and Lin Mo's gaze swept over the crowd of people singing and dancing.

It is clear that they are still in danger, and I don't know how many people will be able to reach their destination alive, but everyone has chosen to forget all their sorrows at this moment, leaving only a moment of joy in front of them. [Search Latest Update.81zw]

Dancing the war dance of passion and chanting the epic of the heroes, the people of Pathan gathered to interpret this desolate land into a sea of joy.

In terms of the matter, just these tattered vehicles and seriously aging weapons were not given to Lin Mo in vain, and he didn't even bother to eat the gold coins that he had nourished.

As for money, how much money can a village that has fled have?

And the girls who sang and danced, Lin Mo directly chose to ignore them.

"Alright! I can escort you to your destination, and I don't need anything from you. ”

Lin Mo withdrew his gaze and turned to Mulder. The cloudy eyes of the village chief Zaryev were full of expectation, and he finally nodded.

"Really? It's true! Thank you so much. "Mulder. The village chief of Zaryev became very emotional, and Lin Mo's words gave him hope, originally planned, the whole team passed through all kinds of dangerous places and various armed interceptions, and when they reached the destination, it was estimated that they would lose another third of the young people.

However, the addition of Lin Mo will greatly improve the team's combat ability, which means that more young people can reach the end together.

"Even if it's the same way!" Lin Mo didn't say anything more.

Although it is not in one direction, it is only a small detour.

"It's a little bit of my own heart!"

Mulder. The village chief of Zaryev 'groped' on himself, and finally took out a simple knife and handed it to Lin Mo.

Although it is not decorated with precious metals and precious stones, it is an authentic knife full of the characteristics of the Patan people, and layers of delicate and intricate moire appear on the blade, which should be a handmade product that has been tempered thousands of times, the handle of the horn and horsetail is wrapped in silk, the scabbard made of cow bone and cowhide, without any jewelry decoration, and a string of small ornaments of unknown stones.

The oily edges and corners can be seen that this knife has always been caressed in the owner's hand, and it is deeply loved by the owner, and it seems to have a special meaning.

Lin Mo gladly accepted it, there was no politeness, but respect for the other party's customs. If it is not accepted, then it means hostility.

Limmer's reaction surprised Mulder. The village chief of Zaryev was very happy, he shouted a few times at the top of his voice, and a roasted whole sheep was carried up. Zaryev personally took a meat cutting knife and brought Lin Mo a browned and oily roast, exuding a strange aroma of spices and mutton mixed together, which made people appetizing.

Singing and dancing are intertwined, and it is a joyous night, and everyone is more hopeful for tomorrow, looking forward to the sun rising again, and they are working harder to meet the new day.

"Knight, please drink water."

Kurhak raided English for a few days, and became Lin Mo's attendant, specializing in translation and logistics chores, and he sent Lin Mo a bag full of water bags.

Kurhak is one of the subordinates of Abik, the mercenary captain of the Mikari village, and it is not enough for the village to be armed with the youth of the village.

Mulder. The village chief of Zaryev relied on countless connections to find this mercenary army with a very good reputation, there were about a dozen people, but they had a lot of actual combat experience, and they were quite familiar with the forces entrenched on the road, escorting the men, women and children in the village all the way.

In fact, in this chaotic and chaotic region, in addition to the most vicious guys, there are also some armed forces who rely on real guns and credibility in exchange for food, just like the Taliban once engaged in escort missions such as trying to open up trade between Pakistan and Central Asia.

"Thank you!" Lin Mo took a huge water bag from the sparse bearded Patan youth, which was filled with cool water, and instead of drinking it directly, he poured his long sword and half-body shield on it, washing away the blood that had just been stained.

How many times has this been?

Lin Mo didn't remember, and he wasn't interested in remembering such an inconsequential thing.

They are all ants, even if they hold an AK, they can't hide the fragility of the ants, as long as the number does not reach a certain level, the light battle qi plus the armor and the ballistic prediction of the dragon knight, even if the golden dragon does not make a move, he has the confidence to solve all these rabbles that are not even a regular army.

Kulhak, however, remembers very well that almost every two or three days there would be a bloody scene that had pushed out a safe passage and was shivering with the constant flow of militants, who were only a third of the way now.

It is conceivable that the village chief's original expected march risk still seriously underestimated the horror of reality, and if it were not for this "knight", Kurhak could have believed that the whole village would not be able to hold on to its destination at all, and would be swallowed up by countless militants.

As a promised escort job along the way, Lin Mo did a very good job, and he did even better than Mud. The village chief of Zaryev imagined even more "colorful".

The best defense is to attack, attack, and attack!

As a high-end combat power in another world, Lin Mo has the essence of attack.

It is much better to follow the convoy and enjoy the best food supply every day, the most comfortable tents and mattresses, and even the women who are willing to offer their own pillow mats, although there is no money to pay for them, but this kind of day is far better than picking grass roots and hunting wild animals in the desolate ravines and ravines.

Afghanistan is poor, the people are fierce, the mountains are forested, and there are many armed groups of all kinds, especially the defeated Taliban militants who control remote and desolate areas, and do not know where they will come from.

No one can live to old age, chaos, killing each other in order to survive, has become the law of survival in this land.

In front of the various militants, the large migration convoy is simply a large cake with a fragrance, attracting all kinds of "color" and "color" bad intentions.

Lin Mo rarely gives the opponent a chance, instead of waiting to attack, it is better to take the initiative to attack, and set off at dawn every day to search for the nearby militants, all the militants who stopped on the road of the Mikari villagers fell into bad luck, and all the "color" was crushed by the dragon knight in the absolute killing, once this guy made a move, he would not be left behind.

Kulhak's heart was beating to the point of being insensitized by blood and corpses.

The ferocious killing will be staged almost every few days, no matter what kind of opponent, no matter what kind of weapon, it is no match for a sharp strange-shaped long sword, in the eyes of the villagers of the original Mikari, Lin Mo almost became a warrior of the gods, and the brilliant silver "color" armor faintly carried the blood marks of dark red "color", and it could not be stopped from being inlaid with a layer of gold in the sight of the villagers.

Countless fragments of fragmented weapons that were chopped down became snacks for the golden dragon, and even the gold coins were once willing to become the sharp sword in Lin Mo's hand, fused with the strange-shaped long sword, making the sword's lethality skyrocket, even ignoring any metal, and truly sharpening iron like clay.

A sword cuts, oh no, it should be a mouthful to gnaw open.

Perhaps this is the most appropriate word to describe the gold-based dragon fused into the sword.

"There is still a small rub ahead, and when it is extinguished in a while, the team can prepare to set up camp."

Lin Mo finished rushing the sword body and half-body shield, drank a few sips, and said lightly.

"Anything else ahead?" Kurhak was taken aback, these small bandits who were not strong were like annoying flies, and they could not be dispersed, because with automatic weapons, even if they were small, they could inflict heavy casualties and losses on the team in Mikari Village.

But Kurhak was even more surprised by how the "knight" knew how he and his position were in the first ten kilometers of the convoy, far more than the location of the villagers in charge of reconnaissance, and how he found out.

"My lord, how did you find out, why can't I see it!" Kurhak asked boldly, although he knew that this "knight" had always had a good temper except when he was slashing people, except for the lingering murderous aura on his body, in normal times, Kurhak almost regarded him as an ordinary, non-threatening civilian college student.

"Of course you see it with your eyes!" Lin Mo pointed to his eyes, but this statement was obviously not very convincing, and Kurhak laughed dryly, not quite convinced.

"I'm going, you stay here, don't run around!"

Lin Mo's voice sounded, but the figure disappeared.

Kul Hak sat down in place with the AK-47 in his arms, guarding the food and water, which was his main job, and the other impression that the "knight" gave him was that he ate a lot of food, ate a lot, and did a lot of work, which is understandable.

After a while, screams and fierce gunfire could be heard in the distance, which was almost routine, and every time Lin Mo set out, there would be a bloody storm, and the road traveled by the micari village migration team was almost like this, a road of peace paved with blood and bones.

"Mr. 'Knight', Mr. 'Knight'!"

Compared with others who call Lin Mo "adult", Patan girl Sally seems to prefer to call Lin Mo "sir", perhaps because she sees Lin Mo usually showing a gentle side, and the girl's Xinfei is always inadvertently attracted to such a character full of extreme contradictions.

In Sally's eyes, this "knight" is shrouded in an aura of mystery and unknown, although some secrets are very scary, and the village chief grandfather and Mr. "knight" have solemnly warned themselves not to be too curious about "sex".

One can imagine how torturous this suppressed curiosity is.