The truck drove south, and in the darkness of Kabul, a city famous for its tulips, but now a devastated city, faded into the darkness.

The sky gradually brightened, and as far as the eye could see, the vast desert and the dead sand sea. Majestic, quiet, so everything is yellow, yellow, always scorching yellow. It is as if nature has frozen the turbulent waves and the empty angry waves here in an instant, making it stand still forever. When the morning glow comes out, the fog in the distance gradually turns from white to red, and the red sun on the desert shines like a huge red agate.

The sun rises higher and higher, shining on the silent waves on the sandy sea, the cold in the night has dissipated, the wind rolls in the distant desert with the heat wave, bringing up a large area of yellow sand, the heaven and the earth are slaughtered, even if they are far away, you can faintly hear the melodious camel bell as if from the sky. In an instant, a gray mist rose from the desert. A passenger car drove the desert, and at a glance, everywhere was a monotonous yellow, not even a single tree, and the vastness of the desert made people tired, and there was no end to the road in sight.

It was nearly noon, and the sun was high in the sky, making the desert smoke. The truck stopped, and Yang Luo jumped down from the car, even through the thick soles of his shoes, he could feel the hot sand.

Following the men who escaped from Maihe Sumu Aishan, looking at this rough and straightforward land, facing this situation, they felt the horror of the desert for the first time.

Abdur took off the water bottle hanging on his body and threw it to Yang Luo, and said in broken English: "Drink, my brother!" ”

Yang Luo unscrewed the lid and took a sip: "Why do we take the desert instead of the road?" ”

The muscles on Abdul's face moved, and because the beard on his face was too much and too dense, he couldn't tell if he was smiling: "A few years ago, a flat road was built from Kabul to Kandahar, and it only takes five hours to get there. But the road is full of government troops, and we can't go that way. ”

Yang Luo nodded, and Abdullah continued: "We are not far from Kandahar, and it will take another day to reach the base, and we will arrive at noon tomorrow." ”

Yang Luo tilted his head to look at the ghost fox and them, the three women were sitting in the shady place of the truck eating, and beside them were the doctors of the medical team, all of them looked at the long yellow sand without any radiance, full of despair. was kidnapped into the desert, and even if he had a chance to escape, he probably wouldn't be able to get out of the desert. Only Li Yun was very calm, he should eat, drink, and whisper something to his colleagues from time to time.

After resting for about half an hour, everyone got into the car again, Yang Luo sat next to Li Yun, and then his big thick hand held Li Yun's hand and pinched it, then let go.

Li Yun felt the heat coming from Yang Luo's palm, her face turned slightly red, she knew that Yang Luo was not taking advantage of her, but comforting her, telling her that there was no need to be afraid.

Li Yun lowered her head, a smile appeared on her face, but this smile disappeared in a flash, and then her hand also shook Yang Luo's hand, and nodded invisibly.

The movements of the two men were very secretive, and the weather was hot, the truck was still open-topped, and in the morning there was a wind and sand, and everyone was discouraged, and they were all drowsy with their eyes closed. It's just that there is a person who is squinting his eyes slightly, and has been staring at Yang Luo coldly, this guy is Li Jinlong. He sat opposite Yang Luo and Li Yun, and happened to see Yang Luo's small movements. Seeing that Yang Luo was still taking advantage of Li Yun, his hands were clenched into fists, and anger rose up. But he wasn't stupid, no matter how angry he was, and if he dared to come forward at this time, he would never doubt that he would be thrown out of the car by these terrorists, and then die in the desert, and finally be roasted dry or eaten by wild beasts.

It's just that the next scene made his eyes widen suddenly, and Li Yun, who was cold and beautiful in his eyes but had been taking care of him like a sister, actually reached out and shook the hand of the terrorist. This made him feel very confused, wasn't Sister Yun insulted by that guy? But Sister Yun didn't seem to have any hatred, but he also saw a smile on Sister Yun's face, although this smile disappeared in a flash, he did see it, it was definitely not an illusion.

Li Jinlong is not stupid, no fool will be admitted to Fudan Medical College, and he is also a master's degree. But he still couldn't figure out what was going on. But he also pressed the doubts in his heart to the bottom of his heart, and there was no doubt that there were problems in it. He doesn't believe that after a woman is raped by a man, the woman will fall in love with the rapist, and this kind of bloody plot may only appear in movies.

At midnight, the car drove to Mewand, not far from its destination, Kandahar, an important city in southern Afghanistan, when Bactria, who was driving, slowed down the car, and a burst of singing came out of the open window of the cab. And Maihesumu Aishan, Abdureyim, and Abdur, who were sitting in the carriage, also sang along.

Li Tao and the madman glanced at Yang Luo, and the corners of Yang Luo's mouth pursed, this is an Afghan folk song, which is very popular in the Ta1 Liban, the Al Qaeda 1 organization, and the East 1 Islamic Movement. It is a story about a patriotic heroine of Afghanistan, Malalai, who stood up in the Battle of Mawan between Britain and Afghanistan in 188o, and called on all the men of the village to defend their homes and defend the country, and finally won a brilliant victory with the Afghan army.

The singing was unpleasant, and after singing back and forth for more than ten minutes before stopping, Abdul said, "Brother, do you know? This is Mewande, and we Afghans are most proud of Mewande. Our most outstanding woman in Afghanistan, the heroine Malalai, is buried here. After speaking, he stood up, and with a solemn face, he saluted the invisible Mevandeta with a most noble salute.

Yang Luo once saw on the Internet that Liu 1 Hu Lan, Dong 1 Cunrui, Zhao 1 Yiman, Lei 1 Feng and other national heroes were spoofed by some people, and he was very angry at that time. The revolutionary martyrs gave up their freedom and laid the cornerstone of New China with their lives and blood. However, some people unscrupulously insult them for fun, and wantonly trample on the Chinese nation's indomitable spiritual belief in sacrificing their lives for righteousness, which is not ignorance but a crime. It is a crime against history and the Chinese nation. And a nation that does not respect and worship heroes has no future.

Yang Luo couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness when he looked at Abdul, the terrorists in Afghanistan all respected their national heroes so much. And my dignified Chinese, a nation with a history of thousands of years, is so unbearable, making fun of the heroes of my own nation. If these heroes knew underground, they exchanged their blood and lives for future generations to treat them like this, I don't know how they would feel. Will it crawl out of the ground and take those ignorant and stupid guys away.

Under the cover of night, the truck drove into Kandahar, the site of the Ta1 Liban, which was once the ancient capital of Afghanistan, located in the Al Khamb Valley in southern Afghanistan, and is the second largest city in Afghanistan and the capital of Kandahar province, with an altitude of more than 1,000 meters. Kandahar is a famous commercial center, a military center and transportation hub in Afghanistan, and a major distribution center for Afghan fruits and wool.

Yang Luo looked at this place that had been repeatedly baptized by the flames of war, and was repeatedly soaked with the blood of countless heroic soldiers, and his eyes became a little deep.

The car came to an abrupt halt, a slum that, except for low, dilapidated and even collapsed buildings, was almost entirely made of broken plastic sheeting and wood.

Maihe Sumu Aishan said to Yang Luo: "Take you to meet a friend!" ”

The corners of Yang Luo's mouth hooked, and he could guess that the person who bought Sumu Aishan to take him to meet the organization of the base 1 was probably the number one person, Ayman Zawahri.

Yang Luo gave the ghost fox, the blood angel and the red leaves a look, and then only took Li Tao and the madman to get out of the car. Under the leadership of Maihe Sumu Aishan, Abdureyim and Abdur, they walked for more than ten minutes and came to an ordinary but good-looking house.

Abdur knocked on the rusty iron door rhythmically, and soon the door opened a crack, and a head poked out, and when he saw that it was Abdul, he smiled and opened the door.

Abdur turned to one side, Maihe Sumu Aishan and Abduraim walked in first, Yang Luo and Li Tao and the madman followed, and then Abdul came in.

The door slammed shut, and Yang Luo looked at the stone house in front of him as ordinary, no different from the other houses around. If there is a difference, it is relatively large.

At this time, a man who could be two meters tall, with a big waist and a round waist, came out of the house, like a big bear. This guy is not dressed in a white robe and a scarf, like other Afghans, but in a desert camouflage suit with high-top 6 boots on his feet. There was also a shocking scar on his face, and I don't know if it was a knife or a bullet.

When Abduraim and Abdul saw this man, their faces showed respect and adoration from their hearts. Yang Luo's eyes narrowed slightly, looking at the guy in front of him. And this guy just glanced at Li Tao and the madman, and then fell that arrogant, condescending gaze on Yang Luo.

Maihe Sumu Aishan felt that the atmosphere was a little depressing, and said with a smile: "Adair, I haven't seen you for a long time, I brought a friend to introduce to you." He pointed to Yang Luo, "This is Yang from China, and he is also my brother." Then he looked at Yang Luo, "This is Saif Al-Adair, you can call him Adair." ”

The corners of Yang Luo's mouth hooked up an imperceptible smile, that is, he didn't introduce Sumu Aishan, he also knew this guy. The highest-ranking military leaders of the organization planned the bombings of the U.S. embassies in Kenya and Tanzania in '98. Like al-Zawahri, he was also a member of the Egyptian Islamic Jihad 1. Since the death of Uncle Lantern, Zawahiri has become Zawahri's most effective assistant, and he is wanted by the Yankees with a reward of 25 million US dollars. There have always been rumors that this guy is hiding in Pakistan, but I didn't expect him to be in Afghanistan.

Yang Luo took a step forward, stretched out his hand and said indifferently, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Adair." ”

Adair looked at Yang Luo condescendingly, then snorted coldly, as if he didn't see Yang Luo's outstretched hand, turned around and said, "Not everyone is qualified to shake hands with me." ”