Chapter Two Hundred and Thirty-Five - Go with the flow
Chapter 235 - Let things go
Of course, this is collect payment. Don't expect to be able to recharge this Iridium satellite phone that can be used several times a year. There is no newsstand anywhere in this barren wilderness where you can scratch the card to recharge.
Or mobile store.
"Hey, hey! Well, I'm okay. I'm not injured. Everything is cool. I'm still in the mountains and met a Pathan migration team. We have to wait and see when they can come out. They don't have a GPS. They brought it with them.
That one just broke down. I don’t know if it has something to do with the electromagnetic pulse bomb. I will rush back as soon as possible and wait for news and wait until I find something that can be located."
Lin Mo spoke in Chinese, neither identifying himself nor asking for the other party's identity like a normal phone call. In fact, Lin Mo's own voice was the only one in the entire communication channel, which seemed to be a one-sided voice communication.
As a confidential emergency contact phone number, it is often used to call for help when encountering emergencies abroad or during operations. It involves a high degree of confidentiality. This kind of call is one-way, and the dialer's voice pattern will be in a specific
Identified after comparison within the system database.
Therefore, such a confidential phone does not require a dedicated person to answer the phone, and it is also difficult to find the location of the system.
Believing that the "Dark Night" headquarters should get his news soon, Lin Mo cut off the phone and smiled at Sally, who looked confused. The other party must not understand what he was talking about, and it was already good to be able to talk in English.
"You are..." Sally was about to speak, but was interrupted by Lin Mo's gesture.
"Don't ask, the more you know, the more dangerous you are, but you can call me 'Knight'! I can only tell you so much." Lin Mo put his finger in front of his mouth and made a quiet gesture. This girl obviously didn't
You know how much danger you and your family may put in asking such questions.
Just the trouble Lin Mo has caused recently is enough to make Lao Mei and Ah San want to send bombers to do it again before they give up.
Change the code name and let others guess. This is Lin Mo's consistent style.
"Yes, Lord Knight!"
Lisa's meekness reminded Lin Mo of the worship of dragon knights by civilians and aristocratic women in the Slan Empire. Yes, it was the worship of a powerful force. It was deeply imprinted in human genes. The weak
The instinct to approach the strong.
After checking the militants killed by Lin Mo, they have confirmed the identities of these guys who turned into corpses. Some are from the Taliban, some from East Turkestan, and some are even habitual bandits. Together they are a gang.
A gang of bandits and robbers who do not hold back.
It turned out that Mikali Village made a small fortune while cleaning up the corpses. All the supplies, weapons and ammunition of this group of bandits and robbers were accepted. Even the guns that Lin Mo chopped into pieces could even be dismantled.
Parts are provided as spare parts, and even metals that are unfinished can be smelted back into the furnace. Some of the migration team in Mikali Village are skilled blacksmiths and even engage in earthen workshops that produce guns.
At night, all the vehicles gathered together, and men with guns went around to scout the terrain, looking for prey and edible animals and plants. They set up warning posts, and the children began to fetch water and knead the noodles.
The butcher slaughters the sheep and prepares food for everyone in the evening.
Migrating long distances has made everyone accustomed to a collective lifestyle. Everyone can find their own place and be busy for the entire team.
Two extra sheep were slaughtered tonight, and some precious canned food was even taken out. The Pathans are famous for their hospitality and protection throughout the Middle East. Even if their enemies come to visit, the Pathans will temporarily put everything aside.
Gratitude, hospitality, and a certain amount of protection.
Some hay and dried cow dung were collected, and piles of bonfires were scattered and lit, not only to provide heat for lighting, but also to drive away wild beasts and mosquitoes. Before the sun set, various small flying insects came from the grass, luàn
The stone flew out and circled crazily around the fire. After a while, it was stirred by tongues of flames and turned into an invisible wisp of black smoke that dissipated in the air.
Almost everyone in the migration team, regardless of age or gender, carries a gun. AK-47 is the main force here. Many of the guns have already worn off their paint. Even the wooden butts are scarred and even the rifling is severely worn. They are all old.
Old guns, some even carry two guns with them.
Traditional cold weapons such as scimitars and daggers are in everyone's hands. Even children will hang a knife full of ethnic characteristics on their waists. The Patans have been a nation that likes weapons since ancient times.
The price of advocating weapons is that if there is a conflict within the same clan, it will inevitably be filled with blood and violence. However, there are agreed upon customs and traditions to suppress this violence, maintain national cohesion and the bottom line of survival, and avoid self-destruction due to excessive hatred.
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If a guest comes to visit or seeks refuge, even if he is an enemy, the tribal leader will give the guest a dagger or a coat. If the guest wears the clothes given by the leader, it means that he will be protected by the entire tribe in this area.
"Guests from afar, our goal is here, and we hope to hire you to protect us when we reach this settlement."
Mudd Zariyev, the former head of Mikali Village, very carefully laid out a new map among several Noto LED lamp posts, and drew dots on it with pencils to indicate certain symbols of special significance.
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As the leader of the migration team, since Lin Mo was brought back by Sally, his sharp eyesight immediately noticed that this young man wearing silver Kaijia had something unusual about ordinary people.
Although the identity of the other party is very mysterious, and he kills people without mercy, the village chief Mud Zariyev knows that this young man's background is definitely beyond his imagination, and he is completely different from ordinary civilians like himself.
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Just as the other party warned, Mude Zariyev had no idea of finding out the other party's details. This was something they, the old and weak, and dozens of men could not handle.
Just relying on cold weapons to safely walk in this land full of dangers is enough to explain the problem.
"Here?" Lin Mo moved his eyes and looked at the corner of the map pointed by village chief Mudd Zariyev.
This is a place surrounded by mountains, and there is a place where water flows together. Although I don’t know what the natural environment is like here, as long as there is water, people can be fed. It should be a paradise-like place.
Through the conversation with the Patan girl, I learned that this long convoy was on a great migration away from home. The whole village, men, women, old and young, had to leave their homes that were devastated by the war to find a piece of water and land they had discovered.
A land of abundance to obtain a stable life of rest and recuperation.
Along the way, the people of Mikali Village have experienced hardships and obstacles. Whether it is these vehicles, the materials, weapons and people on them, or even the women, they are all big heroes in this war land. I don’t know what they have experienced.
There have been many interceptions and sneak attacks by ill-intentioned armed men. Fortunately, the Pathans are all natural warriors and have repelled attacks again and again.
Lin Mo was also very clear about the intentions of the village chief Mudd Zariyev. They needed a strong protector. The fact that he single-handedly eliminated sixty-seven armed bandits was the best proof.
On the one hand, he was returning to the base, and on the other hand, he was escorting the team for humanitarian reasons. Lin Mo stroked the half-body shield placed beside him, but the armor on his body was still not taken off.
This shield, strengthened by the metal dragon and blessed with fighting spirit, is strong enough to withstand close range shots from 7.62 mm bullets. It is already scarred, but this does not prevent Lin Mo from loving it and even intends to take it back to the base.
Go and take this full-body armor as a souvenir of the most powerful vehicle you ever had.
Seeing Lin Mo's silence, village chief Mud Zariyev spoke again: "We have spent all our savings for this migration." He hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and continued: "If
If you are willing to help us, you can take whatever you like, including..."
The old man's eyes fell on the Patan girl Sally who was singing and dancing by the bonfire not far away. She was the most precious treasure of Mikali Village, but for the survival of all the men, women, and children in the village, he had to make a choice.
As he said, all the money in the village was pooled together. The women sold their jewelry and dowries, the men emptied out the wealth left by their ancestors, and the children also took out their own pocket money.
Afterwards, they exchanged the supplies needed for this migration. Apart from the necessary living supplies, transportation tools and self-defense weapons, they had no other valuables, not even a new Ani (Afghan currency unit).
For this migration, the dangers encountered on the road were beyond everyone's imagination. Many gangsters fell in the battle to protect the convoy. Even using property to clear the way would only attract more and more greedy guys.
However, if you continue to stay in the original village, you will be destroyed by dangerous militants roaming everywhere at any time. Several nearby villages were turned into scorched earth overnight.
Even if it is a straw, Mudd Zariyev will grasp it in his hand without hesitation, no matter how high the price is.
As if aware of the gazes between Lin Mo and Village Chief Mud Zariyev, Sally, who was dancing around the fire, danced even more vigorously, and her sweet singing was more like an oriole in the empty valley, becoming more and more sweet to the ears.
Although the village chief Mud Zariyev really hopes to have such a strong man accompanying him, this will better ensure that they can avoid more casualties and reach their destination safely, but he is not completely sure that Lin Mo will agree to it.
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This is not an easy task, and it means that more young people in the village can survive the migration, ensuring that the entire village can be rebuilt and prospered.
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