After flying in the air for more than ten hours, the plane finally began to land at Baghdad International Airport.
During these ten hours, Zhou Yang slept through it all, while the Chinese soldier sat upright from beginning to end and remained awake at all times.
He looked out the window from time to time, his eyes deep and solemn. I don't know if it was an illusion. The closer he got to landing, the more intense the coldness and chill he exuded.
Landing at Baghdad Airport is different from other airports because there is a great risk of attack in the area around the airport. The relevant departments can only ensure the safety within 5 kilometers of the airport, so the planes that land here all land at an altitude of 5,000 meters.
Arriving at the airport, it then circled down in a small circle with a radius of less than 5 kilometers. Zhou Yang, who originally had no feeling of vomiting on the plane, couldn't help but twitch. Fortunately, there were vomiting bags around him, so Zhou Yang couldn't help but vomit for a while.
After he finished vomiting, Zhou Yang looked at the window and saw two airships with English letters written on them. They were important facilities for the relevant departments to protect and monitor the airport.
About ten minutes later, the plane finally landed smoothly at the airport.
When Zhou Yang packed up his luggage and equipment and walked out of the plane, he saw the soldier stand up and hand Zhou Yang a piece of heavy clothing and a steel helmet.
"Don't take it off after you get off the plane until you get on the plane after taking the photo..."
"Ah? Thank you, are you..." Zhou Yang nodded, and after taking over the clothes, he subconsciously asked this question.
The soldier did not answer his question, but just glanced at him, and then helped the war reporter carry the camera equipment and get off the plane.
When Zhou Yang left, the war reporter with a ponytail hesitated for a moment, then glanced at Zhou Yang again, his expression serious and solemn.
"Never go anywhere off the map."
"In case of special circumstances, you should make this call as soon as possible."
She handed Zhou Yang a contact number, her face full of warning, and then followed the soldier out.
Zhou Yang watched blankly as the two people left the cabin, guessing their identities, but he couldn't guess anything after guessing for a long time.
He shook his head.
Then he listened to the two men's words, put on his equipment, and walked out.
2007.
This laundry detergent war is over.
Various parts of Yin La* have also begun to undergo a certain range of reconstruction, but simple facilities and soldiers with guns everywhere are staring at everyone who gets off the plane, as if to remind everyone that this place is still not safe.
There were only a few people going through immigration procedures in the non-yin personnel channel at the airport customs.
Some local civilians even came over to queue, but they were rushed to the other side by the airport security personnel before they had to queue for long.
After staying in a prosperous place like Yanjing for a long time, and suddenly coming to such a place, Zhou Yang felt a huge sense of gap deep in his heart.
After completing the formalities, Zhou Yang walked out of the airport. As soon as he walked out, Zhou Yang saw Will Smith walking over excitedly, followed by a black soldier.
"Mr. Zhou Yang, you are finally here!"
"Yes, Mr. Smith."
"Come with me, let me introduce you. This is Sergeant Bales, who is in charge of security at the airport..." Will Smith introduced the dark-skinned and extremely muscular Sergeant Bales very enthusiastically.
Zhou Yang glanced at Bars and instinctively felt that Bars exuded a sense of chill and coldness similar to that of the soldier just now.
When Sergeant Bales saw Zhou Yang, he gave Zhou Yang a bear hug so enthusiastically that he could hardly breathe.
Because of the ferment between "Saw" and certain public opinions, black American troops abroad also heard about Zhou Yang. At the same time, due to Smith's deliberate exaggeration, these people had a very favorable impression of Zhou Yang.
After Bals hugged Zhou Yang, he immediately took Zhou Yang into a military vehicle and left the airport. Along the way, Bals also chattered about the local situation to Zhou Yang...
While Zhou Yang listened, he looked at the bumpy roads around him and the buildings that were blown into ruins on the roadside...
People born in peaceful places will never understand the hardship and danger of living in war.
Baghdad has been rebuilt several times, and although the war has subsided somewhat, the low temporary houses, bumpy dirt roads, and the children on the streets with their eyes open and staring at military vehicles with fear are constant reminders that this war is far away.
not end yet.
Not long after the car drove to the safe area, Zhou Yang suddenly felt vibrations and sounds coming from the ground, followed by a thick smoke rising in the distance.
His expression changed.
"Those damn bitches are at it again!"
Bars, who was originally warm, kind and full of smiles, suddenly changed his expression. After swearing for a while, he slowly stopped and then warmly welcomed Zhou Yang and Will Smith in.
Explosions can be heard everywhere in the capital Baghdad!
They have long been used to it.
Zhou Yang's face turned a little pale. He didn't feel much on the plane or at the airport. But after he really got deep into the city, the vague feeling of uneasiness and haze came to his heart inexplicably.
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"Mr. Zhou Yang... drink!"
"Mr. Zhou Yang, you must not take a camera or photographic equipment to shoot at those white people, especially those white soldiers. They are murderous. They are so bad that they will not hesitate to shoot you with a gun.
shooting……"
"Also, don't take pictures of those civilians. If you can, don't come into contact with those people. Even though those people look pitiful, many of them are terrorists. They will use children, women, and the elderly to tie bombs.
, and then suddenly rushed over..."
"For more than a week, you must not leave our planned safe area. There are many, many landmines buried outside the safe area..."
"..."
Under night.
Will Smith and a group of people were drinking, and Zhou Yang was among them. After drinking half a bottle of brandy, Zhou Yang felt that his head was getting dizzy.
Both belong to the US military camp, so there is much less so-called racial discrimination here, but when Will Smith and Zhou Yang come over, the people who protect their work will always be black people.
They were very distrustful of those white soldiers, and he didn't know if it was an illusion. Zhou Yang felt that these black soldiers kept saying bad things about various white soldiers, especially as they drank more and more, they even began to constantly criticize white people in the same camp.
Soldier.
In just half an hour, Zhou Yang heard all kinds of cruel words from white soldiers. Black soldiers said they heard white soldiers beating a child who was only a few years old with a gun. They heard white soldiers betraying friends for profit.
In their mouths, those people are white-skinned demons who will do anything to burn, kill, and rob, but they still pretend to be good people and devout believers in God.
"No!" Zhou Yang shook his head violently: "Unless you tell me what you want to shoot..."
He originally wanted to make a movie, but now, after seeing the look in Bales's eyes, Bales seemed to want him to shoot something inside the US military.
He must not take pictures of these things!
Can you still get out alive after taking the photo?
"It's just some life movies. Mr. Zhou Yang, I'll go there with you. That place is very safe. We want to take videos of black friends being bullied by others..." Will Smith looked at Zhou Yang sincerely.