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Peshawar is divided into the old town, the new town and the university town. Read the full text of the latest chapterBaidu or good search"".dt The old city was formed in the 15th century during the Mughal dynasty in India, and there have been no major changes for hundreds of years.

Three days later, Peshawar was still unchanged, with so many motorized vehicles and horse-drawn wagons and rickshaws weaving through the streets, businessmen in crisp suits passing by tribal people with white scarves and beards. Ragged beggars and children are still everywhere, and they are like a shadow of every foreign guest. It's just that the weather is a little abnormal, it's the end of December, and the highest daytime at this time of year is more than 20 degrees, but today it is definitely over 30 degrees. It's cold and hot in winter, which is really irritating.

Maihesumu Aishan and Abdurixit, along with their men, wandered the streets as they did idle. And Yang Luo, Li Tao, the madman, and Abu walked at the end, enjoying the scenery on both sides of the street.

A group of people seemed to have no purpose, just wandering around, and as time went on, they crossed the railroad from the old city to the new town.

The new city was built in the 19th century during the British colonial rule, and is also known as the barracks area because it was once a British army station. Near the New Town Central Market, you can see the fortress-like American Consulate. Surveillance cameras and barbed wire fences are mounted above the high walls of the consulate, surrounded by solid barricades and heavily armed Pakistani soldiers. The American Club near the consulate is a frequent gathering place for Western diplomats, journalists and staff of United Nations agencies in Peshawar. A bulletin board in the hallway of the club is plastered with a security warning from the U.S. Consulate, warning Westerners not to go to places where locals are concentrated.

Yang Luo stood opposite the U.S. Consulate Li Tao and the madman stood behind Yang Luo, Abu stood beside Yang Luo, he didn't know that Yang Luo was there, and he also learned from Yang Luo's appearance, with his feet crossed, his shoulders hanging and his head tilted, and a cigarette in his mouth, he always felt that this looked cool.

Yang Luo stood for five or six minutes, and two Pakistani soldiers who were in charge of guarding the U.S. consulate came over. Originally, the expressions on the faces of the two people were very serious, but after Luo Luo's oriental faces, the serious expressions thawed instantly.

"Chinese?"

Yang Luo smiled and nodded: "Yes, we are Chinese." ”

The two soldiers showed a smile on their faces, first saluted Yang Luo, and then shook hands warmly: "Welcome Chinese brothers to Pakistan to read the full text of the Great Crossing Era!" ”

Yang Luo was also very polite: "Thank you, you are also our brothers." ”

The two Pakistani soldiers were very happy, if they weren't still on duty, the two guys probably would have to drag Yang Luo to have a good drink.

The soldier walked back, and Yang Luo couldn't help but sigh with emotion. He goes to any country, and when someone asks about it, he will say, "Are you Japanese or Korean?" Only in Pakistan, whether it is the military or the police or the general public, will ask you if you are Chinese.

Yang Luo took a last puff of his cigarette and stomped on the ground with the cigarette butt still in his mouth. Abu also followed Yang Luo's example, threw the cigarette butt to the ground, and then stepped on it.

Yang Luo tilted his head and glanced at it, he didn't know what kind of nerves this kid had. Since returning to the small building behind the warehouse yesterday, I have been imitating my every move.

Abu felt that Yang Luo was a little inexplicable, didn't he still poke Yang Luo's arm: "They are far away, hurry up and follow." ”

Yang Luo said; "Follow me when you move, don't stay a meter away from me."

Abu didn't understand what it meant, but nodded anyway; "I see!"

Yang Luo and the four of them continued to walk forward, in fact, it didn't matter if they couldn't keep up with the people in front of them, they were afraid of attracting attention, so they scattered away. Just gather at the agreed place at 3 o'clock, and then move before school ends at 4:30. It's not eleven o'clock yet, and there is a lot of time, so Yang Luo is not in a hurry, just walking slowly.

At this time, a street appeared in front of him, and Abu pointed to the street and said excitedly: "The whole street there is a gun shop, and there are all kinds of guns, do you want to go?"

Yang Luo nodded: "Go!" ”

Peshawar is a world dominated by Patan that is, Pashtun men, Patan people do not have Schwarzenegger-like physique, but they are very strong, brave and fierce by nature, Peshawar north and south stretch the world's largest tribal area, the Patan government has no control over this area, all Patan tribal elders have the final say.

The Pathans never submitted to any dynasty, and even the British, who had made all of India subjugated, were defeated at the hands of the Patans.

Yang Luo walked into the street, full of pedestrians with guns on their backs, most of them were fully automatic rifles, semi-automatic rifles and shotguns with relatively large firepower, and the street stalls were full of guns and ammunition, cheap dozens of yuan can buy a pistol, and the more expensive fully automatic rifle is only seven or eight hundred yuan. There are guns here, including shoulder-fired rockets. It can be said that this is a small world exhibition of light weapons.

However, due to the proliferation of guns, in many cases, there is often a disagreement or some dispute and then the gun is drawn, which is a common thing in Peshawar and many parts of Pakistan. No, Yang Luo and the others had just walked out of the street when they heard a burst of gunshots.

Two Pakistanis who had drawn their pistols and shot at each other after a quarrel on the street saw Yang Luo and they walked by, and they didn't pay attention to it at first, but after Luo is face in the east, a guy hid in the corner and said hello.

"Are you Chinese?"

Yang Luo nodded, and the other guy also poked his head in the corner not far away, knowing that Yang Luo was Chinese and immediately stopped shooting, and then the two guys smiled and greeted Yang Luo and them, and also gestured, let them quickly avoid, so as not to be injured by mistake, after waiting for Yang Luo and them to go away, the two Pakistanis continued the previous shootout!

Yang Luo looked back and suddenly laughed: "It's really interesting to be reborn in the Phoenix Fight!" ”

The madman pouted and said, "With their marksmanship, it is estimated that there will be no results tomorrow morning." ”

Yang Luo shook his head, at this time they had already left the new city, marched in the direction of the Pakistan-Afghanistan border, and soon came to the university town. More than a dozen universities and research institutes in Peshawar are concentrated here, and the trees are lush and the flowers are blooming, and the old appearance of the city of ten thousand flowers can be vaguely seen.

Yang Luo strolls through the tranquil campus with his hands behind his back, and occasionally sees one or two students in Muslim robes sitting on a bench in the shade of a tree, reminding him of the pain of war for a moment. However, as soon as I left the school gate and walked along Daxue Road, I saw a continuous stream of Afghan refugee camps. A few adults sat in front of a dilapidated adobe house, their eyes glazed over. As soon as the child sees a passing car, he runs over and knocks on the window to ask for change.

Yang Luo sighed and said: "As far as I know, more than 200,000 Afghan refugees have returned home from Pakistan, but there are still nearly a million refugees stranded here. After saying that, the ruins of large adobe houses left behind after the people left. The former city of ten thousand flowers, like its neighbor Afghanistan, will take longer to heal the wounds of war.

Out of Daxue Road, walking aimlessly, at about 2:30, Yang Luo and the others returned to the new city. Inside a dilapidated madrasah in the southeast of the new town, a minivan is parked with a raincloth in the back of the van.

Maihe Sumu Aishan and Abdul Rixit They had already arrived, and when they saw Yang Luo and the four of them arriving, Maihe Sumu Aishan said with a smile: "Why did you come here?" ”

Yang Luo said: "The environment is good when I go to the university town. I really didn't expect that there would be such a paradise in Peshawar. ”

"There is no paradise in Peshawar, but it is too important for Pakistan, so there are military garrisons around it, and the price to pay to carry out terrorist attacks there is too great, so it has been safe and sound all these years," Maihe Sumu Aishan said.

Maihe Sumu Aishan said, his eyes flashing with anger: "Sooner or later, one day, I will make it a ruin." ”

The corners of Yang Luo's mouth hooked up a vague smile, and he said, "It's almost time, it's time for us to act." ”

Maihe Sumu Aishan nodded, and with a wave of his hand, the two terrorists lifted the rainproof cloth from the truck, then jumped into the car, and moved several wooden boxes inside to open them. I saw that there were all M16s inside, as well as two shoulder-mounted bazookas.

Yang Luo picked up an M16, and the little smell of ink proved that these guns were brand new. With a bang, Yang Luo pulled the bolt of the gun, and then turned around sharply, and the muzzle of the black hole pointed at Abdurixit.

The atmosphere of the entire space suddenly condensed, squeezing everyone's hearts like a substance, giving people a sense of suffocation. In particular, there was no sound in the silence of the church, which made them feel more stressed than ever.

Abdurixit's body froze suddenly, his face instantly turned pale, and his muzzle and throat rolled in a daze.

Maihe Sumu Aishan's face also changed, and his brain suddenly became blank, not knowing why Yang Luo pointed a gun at Abdurixit. Could it be that he didn't forgive Abdurixiti for the incident yesterday?

A fine bead of sweat broke out of Abdurixit's head, and he could clearly hear his own heartbeat. As the core figure of the East 1 Islamic Movement, he has fought with the Ta1 Liban for an unknown number of wars, and he does not know how many scars he has left on his body, and it is not that there is no enemy pointing at his head with grabs, but he has never faced Yang Luo with the slightest idea of resistance like today. He knew it was dangerous, but there was always a voice in his heart telling him not to move, as soon as he moved, he would be fatally hit. This feeling of powerlessness annoyed him, even in the face of thousands of enemies, he had never been so powerless.

Twenty or thirty seconds passed, but for Abdurixit, it seemed like a century. There were more and more beads of sweat on his face, and the clothes on his body were also soaked through with sweat.

Maihe Sumu Aishan's face kept changing, and as soon as he opened his mouth to speak, he heard Yang Luo laugh and put down the gun in his hand: "I'm just joking, I'm scared." "Baidu or a good search'' can find this site!