After the oath ceremony, Mudzariev and Abic looked at each other. They all laughed and hugged each other, and the relationship between the two sides was truly stable.

Nearly 100 people in the migration team fell forever on the way, unable to support the long-distance bumps and died of illness, some were killed during the attack, and some died heroically in the battle against the enemy, and about 1,000 people finally reached the end of the line.

There are still more than 20 cattle, more than 300 sheep, chickens, ducks and geese left in the livestock, but there is no shortage of seeds or anything, and there is enough food to support the sowing season until the beginning of next spring.

As long as they build a house that can withstand the cold as soon as possible, they can achieve initial self-sufficiency here by hunting, picking wild vegetables and saving pasture, and at the same time find a way to bring back more civilians who have suffered from war and chaos from outside, and they can truly take root in this fertile soil.

At the same time, it is necessary to explore the terrain of the entire valley as soon as possible, and set up force to intercept the traffic arteries to avoid the swarming of flies that smell like mican.

Sure enough, it is known as the Gem Valley, and in addition to some easy-to-mine copper and iron mines and small coal mines, there may also be some gems here, but they are lapis lazuli, which is abundant in Afghanistan, but I don't know where to bury it, and it is not easy to dig.

Afghanistan is rich in minerals, and the proven resources mainly include natural gas, coal, salt, zheng,

Iron, copper, mica and emerald, oil, lapis lazuli, etc., have not been fully developed so far, especially the amazing reserves of lithium, and there may be huge reserves of copper ore and iron ore, just like a beggar holding a golden rice bowl to attract the surrounding wolves to peep, and this is the reason for the chaos that Afghanistan has not been able to stabilize for a long time.

The girls tended the livestock, and the children began to dig out the dirt by the stream, making pieces of adobe with wooden knives, and placing them on the cleared flat ground to expose some of the young men to the scorching sun and began to explore the whole valley.

Speaking of a valley, I am afraid it is more appropriate to describe it as a small basin, not to mention that these people settle here permanently, even if it is increased by a hundred times, the space and properties here are enough to maintain normal consumption.

Tents were pulled up one by one, not makeshift tents for the convenience of the journey, but formal tents made of thickened rainproof canvas and steel.

Lin Mo was also assigned a tent alone because of the language barrier, not much can be known and dealt with, except for a few village chiefs with a little culture, mercenary leader Abic, Patan girl Shali and the little follower Kur Hak can communicate, others can only use gestures or expressions to simply convey their meaning, but occasionally Patan girls will come over and take the initiative to help Zuo Ze.

However, he didn't have much in-depth communication, and for these refugees, Lin Mo was just a passerby who made a cameo appearance as a bodyguard, and he really couldn't talk about it.

Not all people can 'speak' fluent English, most people can only speak Bos or Dari, basically those who can speak English are considered to have seen the world and have a certain level of education, which is not common in Afghanistan, and it is even more rare in ordinary villages.

At the collective dinner in the evening, the Pathans, regardless of gender, young and old, sang and danced together around the campfire, venting their happiness and releasing the fatigue of the day's work in laughter.

There are even people who have made this great migration into an epic poem and sung it, comparing Abic to the messenger of the sun, and Lin Mo in silver armor to the messenger of the moon, and under the protection of the sun and the moon, he came to this land of abundance through thousands of difficulties and dangers, thanking Allah Allah for his blessing.

Anyway, it's fantasy enough, and the whole thing is about to become a mythical story.

At least Lin Mo couldn't understand the singing of these Pathans, with exoticism, but it wasn't in his range of interest, damn it, after being an infantryman for so long, he was almost going to pack up his things and run away.

Late at night, these reveling Pathans were still making noise, and it seemed that they would not rest until they ran out of energy, and Lin Mo packed up his weapons and equipment after dinner and went straight back to his tent.

Changing out of his full-body armor, Lin Mo lay down on the floor covered with a thick "wool" blanket, ready to rest.

The temperature difference between morning and evening here is still relatively large, and the weather is hot during the day, but at night the temperature will be "close" to zero, and keeping warm and preventing heatstroke are essential precautions for survival here.

The golden dragon was still on his wrist and had not been taken off, which had almost become Lin Mo's habit, according to this guy's keen perception of weapon metal products, if there was danger, he could also alert himself and launch protection at the first time.

Not long after lying down, Lin Mo heard the faint sound of footsteps outside the tent, although it was very light and slow, but it still couldn't escape the perception of the dragon knight.

Jin Feng did not call the police, and Lin Mo did not feel any murderous aura, so there should be no danger to the people who came.

But then again, after the last big quarrel, this guy has become even more reticent, and he doesn't know what he's messing with.

The tent curtain was gently raised, and a slender figure jumped in.

The curtain was not locked, and there were mercenaries in the camp who kept vigil. In fact, there is no need for a lock, and it can't be locked.

Lin Mo could hear a breathing sound in the tent, very urgent, as if he was very nervous, and he didn't know when a faint fragrance filled the air, although it was not strong, it was different from the lingering smell of mutton on most people who believed in Islam.

Judging the target, he is 1.7 meters tall, weighs 100 pounds, has a weak physique, has no smell of smoke, no smell of alcohol, is not a combat officer, and has no obvious military training habits.

The span interval of the footfall, the sound of stepping on the ground, the rhythm of the movement.

Through the voice of the other party's deliberate small movements, providing special information little by little, Lin Mo, who was still lying on the blanket without any movement, quickly made a judgment in his head.

No guns, no sharp weapons, no rummaging of one's own things, not an assassin, and no thief, what is this sacred.

Just when Lin Mo was suspicious, there was a shuddering sound, and a hot and delicate dong body hugged into his arms.

The bumpy figure, soft and smooth skin, and the virgin body fragrance exude a special touch that makes people tremble on the spirit.

Woman 1

Lin Mo almost jumped up from the "hairy" blanket.

Even Lin Mo, who was sluggish, understood what was going on.

"Who are you? 1 "The smell of the other party is very familiar to Lin Mo, but he can't remember who it is for a while, the first time he encounters this situation (the latest chapter of Wu Dong Qiankun 81zw), Lin Mo's reaction ability will be half a beat slower.

“”

The woman's voice was very soft, very hooked, like a kitten making a soft purring sound, all the time in Liáo plucking the male xing's horméng, the thin nèn's little hands were moosing on Lin Mo's body, but you could feel that there were a few thin calluses on those hands.

The movements were a little clumsy, but he couldn't unbutton Lin Mo's clothes, and he began to become a little anxious.

There was an inexplicable fire in Lin Mo's body.

"Shali?"

Although the woman didn't say anything, Lin Mo forcefully broke away from the pair of jade arms like nèn lotus, and asked tentatively again, but the location of the calluses on the hands provided him with an unusual message.

This is a pair of hands holding a gun, and that thin layer of calluses is not accumulated by work, but a special gun cocoon.

Only those who are accustomed to using guns and holding the handle of a gun for a long time will grow such a cocoon.

Dal

With a crisp sound, an LEDLU camp lamp next to the "Mao" blanket lit up, and the silvery light immediately sprinkled the entire tent.

"Ahh

"What are you doing?"

Lin Mo pulled his face, what's the matter, you still want to push me? 1

I've seen a fat guts, but I've never seen such a fat person, as a conservative Afghan woman, it's inconceivable enough to make such a move.

He sat up and pushed the other man out of his arms.

Such a "hairy" and "hairy" boring blind mo, sooner or later, the sky will be thunderous.

Even if he wants to rectify the Fa on the spot, he hasn't thought about it yet.

Qin Sè's face was blushing, her body was a little stiff, and the Patan girl, who was still reluctant to let go of Lin Mo, boldly stared at Lin Mo's eyes, bold and unrestrained, and said with a breath...... Knight, my lord, I wish to have a child, a child with your noble blood, please give me a child, my lord. ”

Shali, who has always used the honorific title of "adult" with others who call Lin Mo "Mr.", has an indescribable and inexplicable affection for Lin Mo, after all, she can't keep the eagle in the sky, she can only retreat to the next best thing, and keep the blood of the "devil" Lord who loves the curtain as the sustenance for the rest of her life.

With the bad idea of the village chief Mudzariev, coupled with the persuasion of many elders, Shali also agreed with half a push.

"I'm sorry, I'm not ready, I still have to go back to the sky, only there, now is where I belong, you, can't go up." Although Wen Xiang Nephrite was full of arms, Lin Mo still shook his head, he would only belong to the sky for a long time in his life, and he didn't think about the preparation of stopping on the ground.

Lin Mo raised his head and looked at the top of the tent, as if he had seen through the tent, and glanced at the endless starry sky.

Once a warrior has a concern, it means that there is a hole in the heart, and an imperfect heart means that the battle will affect the play of combat effectiveness.

"Back to Sky 1"

Lin Mo's words exploded in Shali's mind like a thunderbolt, he actually wanted to return to the sky?

difficult

Shali's face turned pale all of a sudden, and tears welled up in her beautiful phoenix eyes.

After all, he still doesn't deserve him, he's just a mortal, and he shouldn't be so delusional.

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