As one of the three major piers on the banks of the Tigris, Hupasar was not actually damaged much in this war.

Due to the damage and risk of the roads, 80 percent of the supply of the entire city of Mosul had to be replenished and loaded and unloaded through this terminal. Therefore, on this wharf, even at the most powerful moment of the conflict between several forces, there is still an endless stream of cargo ships docked at the wharf. Even cargo ships of foreign nationality occupy the vast majority.

Of course, this is also the case. Yang Buxing and his entourage drove such a "domineering side-leaking" Humvee through the market like this, which soon attracted the attention of most people on the dock. People who come to the joint can also find it early from a long distance.

Standing on the mast of the cargo ship at the northeast corner of the pier at this moment was a forty-year-old Eros, his name was Chonekov, who was very thin compared to the common tiger-backed waist of the fighting people. Although it doesn't give people that feeling of weakness, it just makes people can't connect him with those real men who take a sip of vodka.

But there is one thing that tastes very Eros, and that is the pickled cucumber that this guy nibbles in his mouth.

"Oh...... My Huaxia friends, I have finally waited for you. Please my name is Chonekov, everything you want is ready, you can inspect it now!"

Obviously, this guy has the information that Yang Bu is hungry and a few people in his hands. As soon as the group got out of the car, the other party immediately recognized each other.

Yang was not hungry and didn't want to be polite, so at this time he asked Zhang Xiaofan and Alice to stay by the car with the members of the scientific expedition team, while he and Yao Bing boarded a small freighter not far away with Chonekov.

It seems that this E Ross personality is a little jumpy, and he hasn't kept the door on his lips since they met. I don't care what the attitude of Yang Buxing and Yao Bing is, they just keep talking about themselves.

"Huaxia people, your luck is really good this time, just those strange requirements, not to mention the waste of time, there is not much profit. Only me, a poor fellow, would take the deal.

But don't worry, I, Chonekov, swear to God that I will never run out of pounds and shortages, and that every piece of equipment will be worth the money......"

Nagging along the way, he took Yang Buxing and the two of them to the deck. The two large wooden boxes were thrown into the sun and exposed to the sun, and they were nothing more than a simple three-color clinker cloth on them.

"La-la-la, everyone, please take a look. That's what you want.

There are two Huaxia Type 95 assault rifles, one Type 88 sniper rifle, one Type 95 light machine gun, and four Type 92 pistols, all of which are twice as long as the normal standard ammunition.

18 American-made M26A1 fragmentation grenades. Communication headsets, binoculars are essential, as well as 4 body armor and 4 universal tactical helmets.

In the end, it's this thing, I don't know what you want this thing for, if it weren't for my wide range of people, who would have been able to get it for you in such a short time. ”

Chonekov pulled out three sets of satellite jammers from the last box, his face smug as if a student who had scored a perfect score was waiting for praise from his parents.

Seeing that almost everything was new, and the rifling inside was not worn out, Yang was not hungry and knew that this guy had indeed put a lot of effort into it.

"Thanks, it's a hassle to get all this gear. ”

"It's not, if it's other equipment, it won't be difficult, but this Huaxia equipment is really time-consuming.

If I give me three more days, I can make you all brand new and unopened. But there's not enough time, Lucas guy handed over this business to me a few hours before you got on the plane.

To tell the truth, if it weren't for the fact that he happened to catch a freighter called a small transportation company called SF Group in China, otherwise the freight alone would have to be lost.

Come, this is my business card, if you have any business in the future, you must remember to take care of me. I swear to God, I didn't make a penny from you on this deal......"

Yang was not hungry and just wanted to be polite, but he didn't expect to attract such a lot of nonsense. However, the SF Group that Chonekov said is very familiar, as if the cargo ship that was hijacked by pirates in the Gulf of Aden last time was also this company, and I think I really have a bit of fate with this company.

"Okay, if there is business in the future, we will definitely be the first to find you. But now please tell me if the 10 devices are ready?"

Now Yang is not hungry, what he cares about most is those special arrangements.

"Aren't those broken oil cylinders just over there?"

Chonekov pointed to the vacant lot in the northeast corner of the pier. More than a dozen workers are holding welding torches and constantly lighting the spark on the oil drum. Six or seven have already been made next to it, and it seems that the remaining ones won't take long.

"You're just swaggering around here to work?"

Yang is not hungry and drunk, these oil drums are related to their lives, this guy is making it in broad daylight, as if others don't know.

"Big brother, it's just some broken oil drums, just take local materials, it's necessary to transport them all the way over, a small business, it's hard to make money. ”

If you don't do it, you can only accept the reality helplessly. But when he saw the dozen or so workers below, he suddenly had an idea.

"Chonekov, do you see the Humvee down there? Is there a way to get your workers to make it whole, even if it's covered with a cloth, it's so ostentatious. ”

"No problem, let your people drive the car over and after half an hour it is guaranteed that you won't be recognized. ”

Chonekov slapped his chest and reassured......

An hour later, 20 kilometers north of Mosul, on the road leading to the upper Tigris mountains, a 16-seater minibus was swaying along the potholed Gobi Path.

Yang Buxian felt that the most regrettable thing he had ever done was to believe that Chonekov, a profiteer, could disguise the Humvee in half an hour.

His mother's disguise was so thoroughly done that it was a military Humvee anywhere but the driver's seat and four tires.

The damn profiteer just put four wheels on the broken body and then removed the satellite transmitter and took it with him. The original Humvee had already been unloaded and packed onto a cargo ship and transported away. No wonder he almost giggled when he heard that he was going to modify his car.

"Bastard, next time I see him, I'm going to beat him out of the shit. ”

Yao Bing, who was numb from his buttocks in the back seat, opened his mouth and scolded, and he scolded all the way and didn't stop.

"Alright, that's fine. I'm afraid that no one will look at this broken car, and a lot of effort has been saved on the road. It's just more than 100 kilometers away, and after a good night's sleep, you will probably be able to reach your destination tomorrow. ”

Yang is not hungry, and he is really just trying to comfort himself. It is said that the poor mountains and bad waters come out of the people, and this country has been fighting a war for almost ten years, and no matter how kind people are, they will be forced to become crazy. Don't look at the empty space around here, maybe an armed force can come out of that dark field.

After a night without a word, Yang Bu was hungry and drove the car all night with super endurance. Zhang Xiaofan and Yao Bing took turns resting and helping to look around with binoculars. The most dangerous night finally passed safely, looking at the rippling lake in front of him, Yang was not hungry and stopped the car to rest.

Here is already the closest source of the Tigris River in the territory of Yrak. The unknown lake in front of you is directly connected to the river.

The altimeter shows that the altitude here is about 2,300 meters, so it's no wonder the water is so fast.

Yang Buxing directly took out a 10-kilogram bottle of bottled water from the car, and then raised it above his head and threw it into the water.

After looking at his watch, he ran along the riverbank, and under his full running, he almost couldn't catch up with the bucket of water that was washed away by the river.

Obviously, Yang was very satisfied with the test results, so he took out his satellite phone and called Chonekov directly, and lost a signal transmitter in the crack of the stone.

"Captain Yang, what are you doing? The professor asked if you can go? GPS shows that this is less than 4 kilometers from the nearest Kurdish village, so we better be careful. ”

After washing his face by the lake, Sun Siqi ran over to urge under the signal of Pukins.

"Wait, I think I'm hearing something......"

Just as everyone was about to leave, Yang Buyu faintly caught a cry for help from the breeze blowing across the lake.

The sound seemed to come from the woods on the east side of the lake, only a few hundred meters from where it was.

"Old Yao, did you hear any sounds? It seems to be the voice of a child calling for help!"

"Pull it down, no one here understands Arabic except you and Professor Tunaza. ”

The information inadvertently revealed by Yao Bing made the eyes of the people in the scientific expedition team shine again, but they didn't expect that this Yang Regiment Leader was not only good at kung fu, but also knew a small language like Arabic.

"Don't be poor, the voice is coming from the woods. Let's get in the car first, and we'll drive over to have a look. ”

At this time, except for the two young men, Hamm and Jamie, who were slightly dissatisfied and muttered a few words, everyone had no opinion on Yang's decision not to be hungry.

The car was driven directly to the edge of the forest, Yang Buxing asked Yao Bing and Alice to stay on guard, and he took Zhang Xiaofan into the forest. Seeing the dozen or so goats around him eating the aquatic plants by the lake, he was even more sure that there were indeed people in need of help.

"Help, who will save me, O God, save your people." Woo...... Woo......"

This childish voice was heard clearly, and there was no doubt that it must be a little boy. Yang Buxing and Zhang Xiaofan ran quickly, and when they went deeper than 100 meters, they saw a little boy standing in the grass and didn't dare to move, but his forehead was already soaked with sweat, and his dark little face looked extremely pale.

Such a pale body is indeed physically exhausted, but the main reason is to see Yang Buxing and Yao Bing, who are carrying guns at this time.

"Don't ...... Don't kill me...... I don't know anything......"

Seeing the little boy's reaction like this, Yang Buxing knew that he was probably thinking of himself as a terrorist.

"Don't be nervous, we're not bad people. Calm down and tell me what kind of help you need. ”

Yang Buxing and Zhang Xiaofan quickly unloaded the guns on their bodies and put them on the ground. Then try to keep yourself smiling before slowly approaching the child......