Yan Fenghuo, who stepped out of the border, knocked away the big Niu Erniu, and even drove them away with punches and kicks. The two wolves seemed to know what Yan Fenghuo was going to do. After entangled for a long time, they finally turned around and walked away step by step, making a grievance scream in their throats, and finally disappeared into the desolate yellow earth.

"If it is a wolf, it should not be like a dog. Wolves must have the pride of a wolf and the life of a wolf." Yan Fenghuo stared at the disappearing distance of the two wolves and said to himself: "In fact, our world is all the same threat of death, but you are much happier than me and can be free and free..."

Kyrgyz Republic, Saretash.

The Kyrgyz Republic, also known as Kyrgyzstan, is a landlocked country with the Turkic language family. It means "nomads on the grasslands" and declared independence in 1991. Its southeast borders Xinjiang, China, and the southern town of Saretash and Kashgar to the east are yearning for eastwards. From this, it can easily enter the southern Xinjiang region of our country.

Saretash is close to the Kizilsu River, a mountainous and forested area in southern Kyrgyzstan and is located in the eastern part of the Pamir Plateau. With abundant hydraulic resources, the small town of Saretash has developed animal husbandry and various animals and plants. However, due to the difficulty of development, this small town has various resources but is not too rich.

There is a towering mountain in the southwest of the small town, standing there majestic, resisting the severe cold blowing from the depths of the Pamir Plateau in the south and ensuring the growth of the vegetation oasis here. This mountain is called "Kumaril" by the locals and is a mountain bestowed by gods.

Mount Kumaril is a respectable mountain in the local area. One is the legend of this mountain, and the other is that there is a group of non-governmental armed personnel in this mountain. These armed personnel have a very good relationship with the local people. They protect local safety and even help local residents guard the ranch during the spring famine.

Over time, the relationship between the two became deeper and deeper, and some young people even chose to join under admiration and respect and became one of them.

This is a stronghold of the Eastern Iranian Movement terrorist organization. They have been working hard here for decades and have not used violent coercion methods. Instead, they are extremely cherishing the adoption of fish and water strategies. Taking the people as their shield is much better than taking the people as their enemies. The current results have shown the feasibility of this strategy.

Yan Fenghuo, who had a scar on his face, looked very fierce. He strode on the streets of the town, not caring about the strange gazes others cast at him.

After walking around, Yan Fenghuo bought a horse with the RMB left to him by the Luo Turtle and galloped straight towards the southwest Kumaril Mountain.

The man who sold a horse to Yan Fenghuo held the RMB and rushed to a house in the town. After a while, a strong young man walked out of the room and shouted a few words to the streets. More than a dozen people gathered and got on two jeeps to chase after them.

After entering Mount Kumaril, Yan Fenghuo turned over and got off the horse, walked up the mountain road with his head held high and his chest raised.

"Kaku..." A sound of pulling and shooting came out. Several armed personnel wearing ethnic robes covered their faces appeared, pointing the AK rifle in their hands at his head, and shouting loudly from their mouths.

The other party spoke Turkic language. Yan Fenghuo had learned this language. Although he was not fluent, he could roughly understand and speak it.

"Stop, who are you? Kneel down and raise your hands!" With the scolding, several armed personnel surrounded him in fan shape, with the barrel pressing against his head.

Facing the cold barrel, Yan Fenghuo looked at the other party coldly and said, "I won't kneel down, and I won't surrender. Take me to see Abu Kamil."

Hearing Yan Fenghuo's words, a hint of cruelty appeared in the eyes of several militants, and one of them had already pressed the trigger down with his fingers.

A sunny and handsome smile bloomed from Yan Fenghuo's face. He lowered his head suddenly, avoiding the barrel of the gun pointing to his head. He kicked the opponent's militants away and then rushed out of the fan-shaped gap. Then he slammed the militants on the right with an elbow and knocked them down. The moment he turned around, he hugged the militants on the left with his left hand, and grabbed the rifle in his hand with his right hand, and shot him at the head with a gun just now.

"Bang!" The warhead hit into his barrel with incredible precision, and opened a gap in the barrel.

"Who are you, who are you!" The militants who were clamped by him screamed in horror.

Yan Fenghuo did not speak, and used his feet to lift the rifle on the ground under the rock, let go of the militants in his hand, and signaled the other party to sit on the ground.

The four militants showed a look of fear in their eyes. They didn't know who the terrible man was in front of them, but they knew that this man would not have any effort to kill them.

"I want to see Abu Kamil." Yan Fenghuo stared at one of the militants and said in a deep voice.

"I, I don't know you!" The militants shook their heads vigorously.

"Yes, you don't know, I know this." Yan Fenghuo licked his lips and said, "I also know that you are the Eastern Islamic Movement organization, a world-famous terrorist organization. This is an important stronghold for you to enter Kashgar, southern China. Abu Kamil is the second leader of your Eastern Islamic Movement. You have heard of it, but you never know it."

"Who are you?" the militants asked in surprise.

"Chinese special forces." Yan Fenghuo said with a smile.

The four militants showed hatred and anger on their faces, wishing to tear Yan Fenghuo apart. This hatred was by no means unreasonable. They died in the hands of Chinese special forces, so that even if their lives were not controlled by themselves, they showed unfair anger.

At this moment, two jeeps chased after them. More than a dozen Eastern Iranian terrorists jumped out of the car and pointed them at Yan Fenghuo with weapons. At the same time, a group of terrorists holding rifles also rushed over the mountain.

A middle-aged man with a beard and a hooked nose walked out and stared at Yan Fenghuo. His eyes were filled with wisdom, giving people a feeling of being well educated, but the hooked nose made him look particularly sinister.

"Who are you, why are you causing trouble here?" Yingge Nose asked Yan Fenghuo in relatively fluent Mandarin.

It is obvious that he is the leader of these people, and it is obvious that Yan Fenghuo is Chinese.

"I want to see Abu Kamil." Yan Fenghuo put his rifle on the ground, spread his hands and stared at the hook's nose proudly, "My name is Yan Fenghuo."

Eagle hook nose looked at Yan Fenghuo deeply, waved his hand, and signaled his subordinates to take Yan Fenghuo up the mountain.

Several terrorists immediately rushed up and covered Yan Fenghuo's head with a black cloth, took out a rope and tied his hands behind his back, and escorted him to the mountain.

After walking around for about two hours on the mountain road, the terrorists of the Eastern Iranian Movement stopped and reached out to take off the black cloth on Yan Fenghuo's head.

In front of you is the open space artificially cut out in the forest. To the north of the open space are rows of barracks carved out of the mountain.

The open space is about the size of a football field. A group of men in ethnic costumes are lying on the ground, holding guns and practicing aiming; there is another circle of people pointing around a liquefied gas tank, and there is a mobile phone, battery and other things next to it. This is teaching how to use a liquefied gas tank to create a ****.

In addition to men, there are also women with faces covered. These women were lined with rows of sheet explosives in front of them. A terrorist explained to the women how to tie the explosives to their bodies in series and how to detonate them.

This is the terrorist camp in Saretash. Every year, a large number of terrorists who receive simple training flow to southern Xinjiang and infiltrate from southern Xinjiang to the inland. These people include Russians, Turks, Uyghurs, Tibetans, and Uzbeks.

After seeing the Eagle-Hook Nose, these people saluted him one after another, and Eagle-Hook Nose returned the gift with a smile on their faces.

The eyes of those people fell on Yan Fenghuo, showing a hint of alertness to strangers, but soon continued to work on their own affairs.

Two terrorists escorted Yan Fenghuo to the west of the open space, tied him firmly to the tree, and then asked what to do with the hooked nose, whether to kill or torture.

During this process, Yan Fenghuo always stared at the hook's nose, with a flash of arrogant and confident light in his eyes, neither humble nor arrogant, and unyielding.

"Let him be here first." Eagle hook glanced at Yan Fenghuo with his nose and ordered him: "Don't give him water, just give him dried meat without salt."

After saying that, the eagle hook's nose drilled into the cave.

One day passed, and Yan Fenghuo felt that his throat was dry and smoking; two days passed, the breath he vomited seemed like a burning gas, his head was confused and his limbs were numb; three days passed, his lips were cracked, and his saliva was no longer secreted, and his whole body was almost exhausted, his face turned yellow, and his head was drooped weakly.

On the fourth day, a terrorist rudely pinched his mouth and poured some water into it, and then continued to hang him there.

Then there was another three days without a drop of water, but I was forced to eat pieces of dried meat without salt.

On the eighth day, I was filled with a few sips of water again, and I tortured for half a month after repeated recurrence.

"Tell me, your purpose of coming here." Eagle hook nose stood in front of Yan Fenghuo.

But at this time, Yan Fenghuo could not hear what he was saying. He had not eaten salt for half a month, and his body was extremely dehydrated, which had already tortured him to an unpopular form.

The two eye sockets were deeply sunk, and the eyes that had been flashing with their brilliance at any time were completely dimmed and became turbid and numb; all the power was lost from the body, and the whole person naturally hanged downward in a tied state, half hanging on the wooden stake, and there was no power to move his fingers.

The brain runs slowly and the thinking stops. There is only one word in the brain: water!

With a "slam" sound, a bucket of clear water poured heavily on Yan Fenghuo, making him much more awake. Then a terrorist pinched his mouth and poured half a pot of clear water into his mouth.

"Cough cough cough..." The thirsty internal organs suddenly became uncomfortable after being suddenly filled with a lot of water, making a weak cough.

"Let loose and take it to my room." Eagle Nose issued an order.

With the command, the two terrorists loosened the ropes of Yan Fenghuo's hands and feet, dragged him to the room with the hooked nose and threw him heavily on the ground like a dead dog.
Chapter completed!