The next morning, Wen Rou and Qin Qingtian had breakfast at the small hotel, and said goodbye to the boss to leave.

Boss: "Aren't you waiting for that beauty?" ”

Wen Rou: "We're not together. ”

Boss: Okay, okay! It's a pity that such a beautiful girl will be tortured to death in the barracks?

The two bought some packaged food in town and continued north, crossing the town of Kra.

Outside the town of Kra was the defensive line of government forces.

The defensive line of the government army was not tight, with only three or four soldiers on duty.

Seeing Wen Rou and the two coming, he shouted to go back and was not allowed to cross the confrontation line.

The ban on civilian movement could also reduce the number of personnel replenishment for the opposition.

Qin Qingtian directly pressed his daughter to the top and knocked out several soldiers.

The two swaggered across the confrontation line and continued north.

After an hour of walking, a dilapidated village appeared, where clashes were frequent, and the village was no longer inhabited.

Next to the ruined old house, a large, bare tree with no leaves.

The ruined, grayish-yellow-black village had a bright color on the big tree.

The mermaid sat on a tree in an emerald green dress, barefoot, with black hair and a pink face.

The fish went up the tree.

Wen Rou sat down on the stone under the tree and took out a water bottle to take a sip.

The mermaid raised a bundle of beautiful knives in her hand and said, "I didn't expect that this place is so poor, and the officer still has so much cash." ”

Wen Rou rubbed her sore face and said, "Killed by you?" ”

The mermaid said: "Of course, what are you keeping for?" ”

Wen Rou felt that her brain was also a little painful, but mermaids are not human beings after all, and everyone has their own rules of survival.

The mermaid jumped down from the tree and said, "There is a place called Mosuo in front of me, which is the settlement of the Good Times Organization. I heard the officer say that Good Times is an organization that likes to paint a big pie for its followers, and every day it organizes a meeting of its followers to talk about the good life they can give. ”

Lies are told over and over again, and sometimes they are taken seriously.

Aphnan must have listened to his brother's painting over and over again, and finally became convinced, and ran from the original life of Dagema, which was gradually returning to normal, to this remote and war-torn place.

A few people took a break and continued north to find Mosuo.

The north of Xu Ya is very arid, and the reason for the civil war is that the north has been drought for many years. Originally, the harvest here was very good and belonged to Xu Ya's granary, but because of years of drought, the people here not only had no income, but even food and clothing could not be guaranteed, resulting in a large number of refugees.

Ten years of civil war, the drought here does not seem to have eased much.

Maybe it's because of spring, it's gray and yellow.

"I don't know what these opposition people are trying to do when they gather in this poor place?"

"Maybe there's oil here." Qin Qingtian said.

Wen Rou shook her head: "Although Xu Ya is an Arab country, its oil resources are not rich. ”

At noon, the trio finally saw the trajectory of human activity.

Some men and women dressed in dirty clothes walked in one direction.

Wen Rou and the three of them also followed these people.

Wen Rou communicated with these people in English: "Where are you going?" ”

These people were also very surprised when they saw Wen Rou's three outliers: "Are there still Huaxia people in Xu Ya?" ”

Wen Rou: "We are foreign correspondents, and we know the survival of the people of Xu Ya. ”