Barren mountains, rocky beaches, and a small puddle in the distance, which looked a little dazzling in the summer sun that had just crossed the peak, not at all like the condensation on the blades of grass, small, bright, and sweet. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Eight-year-old Dana lay on the ground, carefully licking and tasting the water droplets from the weeds, for everything belongs to her father, uncle, brother, and brother...... For Dana, this little bit of dew that is almost nothing is her only secret little treasure.

"Dana, where are you hiding!

Her father's voice came from afar, startling Dana, and she quickly got up from the ground, patted her unclean dress, and ran home with her feet spread.

Although it is called a home, it is actually just a simple shed made of some stones, sticks, firewood and grass, so simple that when her parents run errands at night, Dana and her brother passively observe and watch, which always makes Dana extremely worried about the future, and she will be bullied by the man named her husband in the future.

The little figure jumped and ran between the rugged sand and rocks, like a spirit in the mountains, and the earth naturally paved the way for her, and soon Dana saw her home, her father, her brother, and some strangers in the distance.

Can't look at it more, can't say more. Despite her curiosity, Dana followed her mother's instructions, obediently bypassing the men who were talking about something, and walking towards her mother, who was busy cooking.

'Stew!' Dana, who approached, could smell the smell of the meat, the delicious smell of the meat, from the wisps of water wafting in, but she soon realized that the stews were probably not her share: too little.

Despite knowing that there was no share, Dana couldn't help but salivate, and while helping her mother carry the basin and plate, she shook her nose and tried to suck in more of the overflowing fragrance, so that she could nibble on the flatbread with the memories of the fragrance......

The Shah did not care about his daughter's diet, just like he did with his wife, women were only their appendages, and it was in order to maintain this power that the Shah would support these anti-Soviet resistance fighters.

It would be an insult for those damned heretics to let women not wear burqas and veils, not to mention that they should be sent to hell!

In order to preserve the thousand-year-old tradition, the Shah defended his power with action, and every time he went to the city, he reported back to the resistance by asking for information, taking in these guerrilla fighters, providing them with rest and food...... In fact, their entire tribe is supporting these Resistance fighters.

“...... The trials are always hard, may the Hamza brothers be happy in heaven. Shah took a sip of tea, which was very bad because of the lack of sugar, and imagined what the honey in heaven would taste like, but he couldn't imagine it after all, "We will avenge them!"

"Revenge!" the Resistance fighters eating hot stew responded one after another, and victory was bound to be theirs, as the Lord had promised.

"Poof!" said softly, because it happened so quickly and so suddenly, that Shah blinked repeatedly, reached out to wipe off the bits of bright red and stickiness that sprayed on his face, and then joined the others: "Ah!!"

Courage also seems to be divided into objects and occasions, and the holy warriors who were still impassioned just now crawled away from the corpse that was still spurting blood from its neck, and the squirming gray monster behind it!

......

The sparse sound of gunfire, the sound of all kinds of gunfire, as one of the most widespread and highly effective weapons of destruction of mankind so far, sounds less like a roar of battle at this moment, more like a desperate wail before dying.

Far away, Chu Man watched the one-sided slaughter, while drawing dots on the travel map in his heart, considering the best experimental combination plan.

Afghanistan is a good place, to be precise, Afghanistan in the midst of war is a good place, war is a big reason why Chu Man came here, there are some things he thinks are quite interesting, and they are especially suitable for experimentation here.

In addition, among the memories that Chu Man retrieved, there was a female Soviet officer who impressed him deeply, and she should also be on the battlefield in Afghanistan, if possible, Chu Man wanted to find her to see if he could find more memories through her, after all, the last impressive Levy could help him pick up a lot of memory fragments.

Mathematically speaking, as long as he makes a big movement, the more people he will affect and the greater the likelihood of meeting someone who can leave an impression on him, which is a matter of probability.

It's like this probability-

"Bang!!"

Cornered, the jihadist warrior carried out an RPG rocket, and unexpectedly flew past the aiming target, but accidentally hit the large mouth farther away, and the shock wave tore apart the pieces of flesh that could recover at high speed in the rain of bullets, and bloomed a gray-red flower wrapped in flames and sand.

Seeing her father, brother, and mother being bitten off one by one, Dana was already cowering in a corner in despair and waiting for death, but waiting for the gravel and gravel that covered her face hurt, but she was alive.

She didn't dare to move, letting the fallen wooden frame, firewood and grass weigh down on her body, praying in that faint sense of security.

Unfortunately, the god she prayed to either didn't exist, or the thread was broken, and the layer of firewood and grass that pressed on her body was removed, and even though her eyelids were closed and she was pretending to be dead, Dana could still feel a shadow blocking the sunlight on her body......

Then, she was hung by the clothes that were grabbed at the back of her neck, and she couldn't help but open her eyes to see a completely different man she had never seen before, and behind him, two monsters were lying honestly like puppies.

"Do you want to live?" he asked, looking at her.

"Yes!"

......

After a few clicks of the lighter, the shoddy hand-rolled cigarette was lit, and Colonel Barkovsky took a big puff, feeling the heat from his throat to his lungs, temporarily dispelling some irritability from his heart.

Nearly half a month has passed since the convoy incident, and although no attackers have been found, the military situation has improved a lot these days, and the offensive of the resistance forces around Kandahar and on the east line is getting lower and lower, and in the past few days, there has been no fighting, and it is as quiet as if the resistance has disappeared.

"How is that possible!" the question said in a strongly affirmative tone, the colonel did not believe that those annoying radicals would give up so easily, the war situation on the Habur side was still stalemate, not to mention that Kandahar was close to the border between Iraq and Pakistan, and he could think of how many reinforcements passed through the border into the hands of the resistance army every day.

But the reality is that the fighting in the past ten days has indeed gradually subsided, and it is so easy that the boys in the tank battalion have begun to relax.

"Is there any news from the KGB?"

The colonel still remembered the high-ranking CIA agent who messed in, and in view of his identity, the person was eventually taken away by the KGB, but as the price of the smooth takeaway, the colonel asked the KGB to help ask about the scene that day, after all, it was the KGB's profession, but it was just ......

"Not yet, Colonel. The deputy shook his head helplessly, and said casually: "However, there has been a ...... in the city recently."