The sound of drums and squeals could be heard in his ears, and Lin Mo's eyes passed over the crowd of people singing and dancing.
We are clearly still in danger, and we don’t know how many people will be able to reach their destination alive, but everyone has chosen to forget all their sorrows at this moment, leaving only the moment of joy in front of them.[]
Dancing passionate war dances and singing the epics of heroes loudly, Patan people gathered together to transform this desolate land into a sea of joy.
In fact, these dilapidated vehicles and severely aged weapons were all given to Lin Mo for free, and he didn't even bother to swallow the gold coins that he had developed an appetite for.
As for money, how much money can a refugee village have?
As for the girls who were singing and dancing, Lin Mo simply chose to ignore them.
"Okay! I can escort you to your destination. I don't need anything from you."
Lin Mo withdrew his gaze, looked at Village Chief Mud Zariyev's expectant eyes, and finally nodded.
"Really? Really! Thank you so much." Village Chief Mud Zariyev became very excited. Lin Mo's words gave him hope. In the original plan, the entire team went through all kinds of dangerous situations.
After being intercepted by local and armed forces, it is estimated that another third of the young people will be lost by the time they reach their destination.
However, the addition of Lin Mo will greatly enhance the team's combat capabilities, which means that more young people can reach the finish line together.
"Let's just say we're on the same journey!" Lin Mo didn't say anything more.
Although it's not in the same direction, it's just a small detour.
"This is my personal opinion!"
Village Chief Mudd Zariyev groped around on his body, and finally took out a simple-looking knife and handed it to Lin Mo.
Although it is not decorated with precious metals or gems, it is a knife that is full of the ethnic characteristics of the Pathan people. Layers of delicate and complex cloud patterns appear on the blade. It should be a handmade product that has been tempered for thousands of times. The horns and horsetails are wrapped with silk.
The handle of the knife and the scabbard made of cow bone and leather are not decorated with any jewelry, and there are also a bunch of small ornaments of unknown stones hanging on it.
It can be seen from the oily edges and corners that this knife has been caressed in the hands of the owner. It is deeply loved by the owner and seems to have a special meaning.
Lin Mo accepted it readily. This was not polite, but respectful of the other party's customs. If he didn't accept it, it would mean hostility.
Lin Mo's reaction made the village chief Mud Zariyev very happy. He shouted a few times at the top of his voice, and a roasted whole lamb was brought up. As the owner of this place, Mud Zariyev took it personally.
Using a carving knife, he served Lin Mo a dish that was browned and oily, exuding the strange aroma of spices and mutton, which was very appetizing.
Singing and dancing were intertwined. It was a night of joy. Everyone was more hopeful for tomorrow and looked forward to the sun rising again. They worked harder to welcome a new day of life.
"Sir Knight, please drink some water."
Kurhak worked in English for a few days and became Lin Mo's follower, specializing in translation and logistics. He sent Lin Mo a full bag of water bags.
Kulhak is one of the men of the mercenary captain Aibik hired by Mikali Village. It is not enough to rely on the young men of the village to carry out the great migration.
Village Chief Mud Zariyev relied on countless connections to find this mercenary with a very good reputation. There were about a dozen people, but they had a lot of practical experience and were familiar with the mercenaries entrenched on the road.
Those forces were relatively familiar, and they escorted the men, women, and children in the village all the way.
In fact, in this chaotic area with constant wars, in addition to the extremely vicious guys, there are also some armed forces who really use guns and credibility in exchange for food. Just like the Taliban once engaged in trying to open up Pakistan and China.
It started out as an escort mission for Asian trade convoys.
"Thank you!" Lin Mo took a huge water bag from the hands of this Patan young man with a sparse beard. It was filled with cool water. He did not drink it directly, but poured his own long sword and
The blood that had just been stained on the shield was washed away.
How many times has this happened?
Lin Mo didn't remember it, and he had no interest in remembering such insignificant things.
They are all ants. Even if he holds an AK, he cannot hide the fragility of ants. As long as the number does not reach a certain level, with just battle energy plus armor and the ballistic prediction of the dragon knight, even if the metal dragon does not take action, he is confident that all
Get rid of these rabble-rousers who are not even regular troops.
However, Kulhak remembered clearly that there would be a bloody scene almost every two or three days. A safe passage was forcibly pushed out. The endless emergence of militants made him shudder. But now, they are just gone
Only a third of the way.
It is conceivable that the village chief's originally expected travel risks still seriously underestimated the terrifying extent of the reality. Without this "knight", Kuulhak can believe that the whole village, young and old, would not be able to persist at the destination and would be killed by countless people.
were engulfed by militants.
Lin Mo did his job with all his heart as he agreed to escort along the way, and he did even better than the village chief Mud Zariyev imagined.
The best defense is to attack, attack, and attack again!
As a high-end combat power in another world, Lin Mo has mastered the essence of offense.
Following in the convoy, you enjoy the best food supply, the most comfortable tents and mattresses every day, and some women are even willing to recommend themselves pillow mats. Although there is no money for compensation, this kind of life is far better than digging grass roots in the desolate mountains and ditches.
Wild animals are much stronger.
Afghanistan is poor, the people are fierce, the mountains are densely populated, and there are numerous armed organizations. In particular, the defeated Taliban militants control remote and desolate areas. They appear out of nowhere and have now fallen into the hands of "agents".
, completely lost their original position, and fought for money just like other armed forces.
No one can live to old age, chaos, and killing each other for survival has become the law of survival in this land.
In front of the various armed men, a large migratory convoy is like a big cake exuding fragrance, attracting all kinds of guys with bad intentions.
Lin Mo rarely gave his opponents a chance. Instead of waiting to attack, he would take the initiative and set out at dawn every day to search for nearby militants. All the militants who blocked the path of the Mikali villagers were defeated.
Damn it, all of them were crushed by the Dragon Knight in an absolute killing spree. Once this guy takes action, he will leave no stone unturned.
The sight made Koulhak tremble with fear, until he became indifferent to the blood and corpses.
Fierce killings were staged almost every few days. No matter what kind of opponent, no matter what kind of weapon, they could not defeat a sharp and strange-shaped sword. In the eyes of the original Mikali villagers, Lin Mo almost
The warrior who was about to become a god, his gorgeous silver armor was faintly stained with dark red bloodstains, which could not stop it from being rimmed with gold in the eyes of the villagers.
Countless chopped-off weapon fragments became snacks for the giant gold dragon. Even gold coins were willing to become the sharp sword in Lin Mo's hand, fused with the strange-shaped long sword, making the sword's lethality rise sharply, even ignoring any
Metal, really sharpened like clay.
Cut it open with a sword, oh no, it should be chewed open with a mouth.
Perhaps it is more appropriate to use such words to describe the giant metal dragon fused into the long sword.
"There is still a small fire ahead. Once it is gone, the team will be ready to set up camp."
Lin Mo finished washing the sword and half-shield, took a few swigs, and said calmly.
"There are more ahead?" Kulhak was startled. These weak bandits were like annoying flies that could not be driven away. Because they had automatic weapons, even with a small number of people, they could attack Mikali Village.
The team brought heavy casualties and losses.
But what surprised Kulhak even more was how the "Knight" knew that he and he were located ten kilometers ahead of the convoy, far beyond the location of the villagers responsible for reconnaissance.
, how he discovered it.
"Sir, how did you find out? Why couldn't I see it?" Kurhak asked boldly, although he knew that this "knight" had always had a good temper except when he was killing people.
With his lingering murderous aura, Koulhak almost regarded him as an ordinary, non-threatening civilian college student.
"Of course I saw it with my eyes!" Lin Mo pointed to his own eyes, but this statement was obviously not very convincing. Kulhak laughed a few times, not quite believing it.
"I'm going, you stay here and don't run around!"
Lin Mo's voice sounded, but his figure disappeared.
Kulhak hugged the AK-47 and sat down on the spot, guarding the food and water. This was his main job. Another impression the "Knight" gave him was that he had a huge appetite, ate a lot, and did a lot.
It is also understandable that there is a lot.
After a while, screams and fierce gunshots came from the distance. This almost became a routine. Every time Lin Mo set out, there would be a bloody storm. The path taken by the Mikali Village migration team was almost like this, filled with blood and bones.
The paved road to peace.
"Mr. Knight, Mr. Knight!"
Compared with other people calling Lin Mo "adult", Patan girl Sally seems to prefer calling Lin Mo "sir", perhaps because she sees Lin Mo's gentle and elegant side, and the girl's heart always inadvertently touches her.
I am attracted by such characters full of extreme contradictions.
In Sally's eyes, this Mr. "Knight" is shrouded in an aura of mystery and unknown. Although some secrets are very scary, and the village chief and Mr. "Knight" have both warned her seriously not to be too curious.
Pass.
One can imagine how tortured this suppressed curiosity is.