"Click!"

With a click, Zheng Jing felt that the armor shovel had touched something hard.

After cleaning out the dirt in the pit, Zheng Jing saw an army-green object appear in front of him.

I touched it with my hand, it was cold and hard, it was supposed to be an iron box.

As Zheng Jing widened the pit, a rectangular ammunition box appeared in front of him.

"Damn, it can't be a bomb, right?"

Seeing the English letters on the box, Zheng Jing couldn't help but take a few steps back.

After he saw the letters on it clearly, Zheng Jing breathed a sigh of relief.

"Good guy, it turned out to be a bullet box, it scared me."

Before coming to the pit, Zheng Jing carefully took out the box.

The box was the size of a handbag, but it was wide, about the size of his palm.

I don't know what's in it, it's heavy.

In order to make sure that it was not a dangerous item inside, Zheng Jing decided to open it here and take a look.

Carrying the box to the back of a building, he opened the two locks with two "pops".

Carefully opened the lid and saw the first glance of the item, Zheng Jing's face changed, and he instantly put the box into the space.

Good guys, really good guys, there's actually these things in there.

Zheng Jing felt his heart pounding, what was inside shocked him so much that he decided to go back and look at it again.

It's insecure to see him here.

While leaving, Zheng Jing opened the map and looked at it, and found that the red light spot had disappeared, so he filled the pit and returned to the city with the camera.

When he came to the grocery store, Zheng Jing didn't see Boehringer, and it seemed that he was still with his friend.

Zheng Jing took a look and decided to go to him.

Walking forward in the direction he said, after walking more than 400 meters, at an intersection, Zheng Jing saw Boehringer's Mercedes-Benz classic car.

It's a very ordinary repair shop.

There was no one outside the store, it looked like it was inside.

Zheng Jing did not rush in, but turned on the camera and took an intermittent video of this intersection.

"Hello, are you a foreigner?"

Just as he turned to leave, a teenager stopped him.

"That's right, I'm from Huaxia." As soon as Zheng Jing saw the mobile phone that the boy took out, he knew that he wanted to take a group photo.

Sure enough, when he heard that Zheng Jing was from Huaxia, the young man looked at him with surprise.

(⊙o⊙) Wow! You are actually a Chinese person, I like you Chinese people, I like you Chinese people. ”

As an intersection in the city, there are many people coming and going, and some people look at Zheng Jing curiously when they hear the young man's words.

After discovering that he was really Chinese, they took out their mobile phones and took pictures of him.

People in the distance saw so many people around here, and they all ran over curiously to see.

In the end, it was Zheng Jing who satisfied their group photo before letting them leave.

Looking at the water and food that he couldn't hold in his hand, Zheng Jing had to trouble Boehringer's brother to find a bag to put it in.

"Iraqi friends are so welcoming." Zheng Jing wiped his sweat and said.

"Hahaha, because we are friends, we all have to be passionate about friends."

Boehringer and his brother laughed happily when they heard Zheng Jing's words.

"Let me introduce you, this is my brother Surrey."

Boehringer introduced the man beside him to Zheng Jing.

Surrey is tall and looks like he is about 1.75 meters.

This height is considered tall in Iraq.

Years of repairing machines have made his arms very thick.

"This is the friend I told you about from Huaxia, Zheng."

"Hello, dear friends, and welcome to Iraq."

"Thank you."

After the two met, Surrey enthusiastically asked Zheng Jing to sit at his house for a while.

Zheng Jing looked at the time and nodded in agreement.

When he came to the shop, Zheng Jing saw a lot of repair tools placed in the corner, and in the depths of the repair shop, there was a small room.

When the three of them came to the small room, Zheng Jing saw a woman sitting on the bed with her hair scattered.

The woman looked a little dumbfounded, sat there motionless, and smiled stupidly when she saw them come in.

Boehringer saw his confusion and whispered, "This is Surrey's wife."

Really.

"Has she always been like this?"

Zheng Jing asked suspiciously.

Boehringer shook his head: "More than ten years ago, she was not like this, but because of the loud explosions around her every day, she went insane in fright.

We thought your entry would scare her, but we didn't think she was going crazy. ”

Surrey walked over with two glasses of water and looked at his wife who was sitting on the bed in a daze, a little surprised.

"Thank you!"

Taking the water, Zheng Jing remembered the ruins of the buildings that had been razed to the ground, and asked, "How much did she change during the war?"

After saying that, Zheng Jing remembered that he hadn't turned on the camera yet, and asked Surrey: "Can I shoot?"

When Zheng Jing didn't come, Boehringer told Surrey Zheng Jing's information, knowing that he was a traveler, so he nodded in agreement.

Seeing that Surrey agreed to his filming, Zheng Jing used a camera to film Surrey's wife sitting on the bed in a daze, giggling from time to time.

Then the camera was pointed at Boehringer and Sarri.

Boehringer shook his head and said to Zheng Jing: "I don't know this, because I left the city since I was a child, and Surrey should know it."

Boehringer repeated Zheng Jing's words to Sarri, and Surrey nodded: "A lot, because the enemy bombarded here very hard, more than ten years ago, the sound of explosions never stopped, many people were frightened to the point of insanity, and some people couldn't stand the fear every day and committed suicide."

Hearing Sarri's words, Zheng Jing understood how much the war hurt ordinary people.

The number of direct and indirect deaths in the war is certainly greater than he imagined.

After staying here in Surrey for a while, seeing that the time was not early, Zheng Jing proposed to leave.

Surrey wanted the two of them to stay for dinner, but Zheng Jing was still thinking about the treasures in the space, so he had to refuse him.

As they left Mosul and looked at the endless yellow earth around them, he could occasionally see the marks left by the bomb explosion.

On the way back, the luck of the two was not so good, and they ran into a traffic jam.

"What's going on?"

Boehringer opened the car door and said to Zheng Jing: "Don't go out in the car, I'll go down and ask."

Coming to the place where the crowd had gathered, Boehringer asked what was going on.

After understanding what was going on, he nodded and went back to the car.

"I heard from others that there was a car bomb ahead, and the soldiers were checking it. So, we're going to wait here for a while. ”

Boehringer told Zheng Jing the information he had inquired about.

"Car bombs?"

"Like the one we met in Baghdad?"

Boehringer shook his head: "No, that one is not even a terrorist attack, it can only be said that it has encountered a mob."

Car bombs and human bombs are two types of terrorist attacks, which are so powerful that they cannot be prevented and cause great casualties to the population. ”

"How is this situation?" Zheng Jing asked.

"It's not a lot, only four or five times a month at most."

Not a lot? Four or five times a month isn't a lot?

If it weren't for seeing Boehringer's normal look, Zheng Jing would have thought he was joking.

No wonder when he was at the airport border check, the officer asked him not to go outside alone, because he was afraid that he would run into human bombs and car bombs.

After waiting here for more than half an hour, the two saw the car in front of them start.

The road is open.

After several checkpoints, the two of them finally returned to the hotel safely.

Getting out of the car, Zheng Jing took out the fare and handed it to Boehringer.

Seeing the extra 20,000 yuan, before Boehringer could speak, Zheng Jing said: "This is the money I bought for your child's food, don't refuse my heart."

Boehringer had no choice but to take the money back and thank him again and again.

Waving his hand, Zheng Jing turned around and returned to the hotel.

The front desk brother changed people, Zheng Jing greeted him, and walked back to the room by stairs.