In the darkness, there was a low roar, but to Mosika's ears, it sounded like the sound of nature, because what was heard not far away was not the language of Mainz, but the local aboriginal language.
Mosika was overjoyed. She stood on tiptoe and looked out. There was no one in the endless sea of sand, but the voice just now was definitely not an illusion.
He quickly said in the indigenous language: "I am a warrior of the True Sun God, and someone here is injured!"
Mosika's words were quickly drowned in the sea of sand, but the other party's voice came quickly.
"Which base are you from!"
The sound came, but there was still no shadow of the opponent. Obviously, these native guerrilla fighters know how to hide and disguise, and are also very familiar with the opponent's tactics of attracting enemies, because in this external battle, there are often justice
The alliance's army bribed local residents with food and water and lured out guerrillas from the resistance organization.
After Mosika was sure that he was the right person, he resisted the hunger and thirst in his stomach and the bitter dryness in his mouth, fearing that the other party would not understand, and called out: "The base of the emissary Sebastian!"
"What evidence do you have?" The other party's answer seemed to be very satisfying, but still indifferent. Mosika looked at the dying Chen Cao. Although he was anxious, he had no choice but to do anything because he knew that he could not be impatient now. Although the other party did not show up,
But at this time, your situation will be clearly seen by the other party. As long as you make the slightest irregular move, the other party will shoot you immediately.
Mosika could only answer truthfully: "I am from the Hared training base, and I am his son Mosika!"
After hearing this, the other party remained silent for a long time. In the desert, the temperature difference between day and night is very large. At this time, the night has completely fallen, and the cold wind is approaching from far away. Mosika is shivering from the cold, but she lets the wind blow.
Shada stood there like a sculpture, not daring to move.
Suddenly, not far ahead, a ray of light came over, and then, a pair of resistance fighters wearing turbans, large sleeves and robes, holding weapons in their hands, walked slowly towards Mosika with flashlights in hand.
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The bright flashlight shone on Mosheka's face. Mosheka instinctively turned to one gear. But in the middle of this gear, he suddenly felt a pain in his lower abdomen. He was kicked to the ground severely by the opponent. Before he could react, he held his hand in his hand.
The dog beater and pistol were taken away.
Hey, this kid is the descendant of that drunkard from Hared! After the guerrilla fighter with a flashlight saw Moshika's appearance clearly, he felt relieved. Hahad smiled, but he had no intention of stepping forward to help Moshika.
At this time, Mosika didn't care about the pain, got up from the ground, and shouted: "Save people quickly, hurry..."
Relying on the weak light of the other party's flashlight, before Mosika could call him king, he saw several of the soldiers overthrowing the unconscious Chen Cao and carefully searching for food in the wreckage of the plane. Chen Cao's "parting twins"
The "blade" was taken away, and even the belt on his body was "seriously" pulled from the waistband of his trousers.
"You..." Mosika rushed over and picked up Chen Cao, and was so angry that he couldn't speak.
"Haha, this is called a body search, do you understand, kid!" The soldier holding the flashlight looked at Mosika and smiled: "But you don't need it. Looking at your small body, you probably only have this dog tag.
The pistol is worth more!”
Mosika seemed to understand something from his eyes, but still said without giving up: "Take the things, you can save people!"
After hearing this, several guerrilla fighters present were stunned for a moment, and then laughed involuntarily. The soldier holding the flashlight picked up the flashlight, shined the light on Mosika's face, and laughed: "Are you kidding me, boy?"
, we have extra supplies to save people, look how poor we are! If you want to leave, just follow us to the cave. We will not save this yellow-skinned man, not to mention he looks hopeless.
It’s over!” After saying that, he whistled to the companions around him and turned around to leave.
Mosika looked at these people and prepared to leave. Looking at Chen Cao who was getting weaker and weaker in his arms, he suddenly had an idea: "Then I won't leave either!"
"As you wish!" the soldier holding the flashlight said without looking back.
What's your name? cried Mosika.
"Kokoli!" Cocoli turned around and looked at Mosika in confusion: "What?"
"Okay, I have a special contact method with my father. If I die, I will leave your name in the contact method. You know my father's methods. When he knows, you see his son, and
If you don't save it, he will use any means to chase you to the ends of the earth, and then make you die of humiliation!"
Mosika said threateningly. When he noticed that the eyes of the man holding the flashlight changed suddenly in the dim light, he knew that his method had worked.
Because Kekoli had already turned around, and several soldiers behind him also turned around and walked towards him.
Cocoli walked up to Mosika and lifted him up. When their eyes met, Mosika smelled a very old smell that had not been bathed and mixed with tobacco, which made him feel dizzy.
Cocoli, who had already lifted Mosheka, suddenly put him down, and at the same time, slapped Mosheka on the face. Mosheka suddenly felt like stars were shining in his eyes, his mouth was sweet, and a stream of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.
"Don't scare me with your father!" Kekoli glared at Mosika and said fiercely.
Mosika got up from the ground with a smile, completely unafraid of Cocoli's ferocious gaze. Under the howling cold wind and hazy light in the desert, he was already severely dehydrated and sucked the blood from the corner of his mouth, which was indescribably weird.
After Cocoli shivered, he straightened his expression, waved to his companions, and they walked over and lifted Chen Cao up.
"Slow down!" Mosika saw and shouted, and rushed over to straighten Chen Cao's body.
"Don't worry, you won't die!" Kekoli obviously didn't want to talk to Moshe Kaduo anymore, and angrily thought in his heart that it would have been better if he had just shot and killed this little bastard.
After marching in the desert for a while, Mosika was blindfolded. Although he was extremely unhappy, in order to let Chen Cao rest as soon as possible, he could only let the guerrilla soldiers blindfold him.
Although he was blindfolded, he still felt that he was being lifted up a slope by other soldiers. With the sound of the car's engine, he knew that his own was getting on the car, but fortunately, Chen Cao was by his side, and he
He stretched out his hand in the darkness and touched Chen Cao's forehead. Although his forehead was hot, it was okay, at least it was much warmer than the coldness of a dead person.
"Where are we going!" Blindfolded Mosheka said in the darkness.
Cocoli's voice came from his ears: "Go to hell!"
After walking for a while, Mosika felt that the car's motor speed was gradually decreasing. He knew that it was coming. According to his own calculations, based on the distance he had just traveled, he had traveled at least dozens of kilometers.
"Here we are, you can take off the cloth!" Cocoli was obviously extremely unhappy about bringing back two burdens, but at the same time he was helpless.
When Mosika took off the cloth that covered his eyes, he felt a breath of air that was different from the sultry air in the desert. When he took off the cloth in front of him, he saw endless mountains in front of him.
When the car arrived at the station, several soldiers began to get busy. Several people were busy unloading the supplies from the car. Some were carrying weapons, and some were carrying food and ammunition. Chen Cao was thrown to the ground by them again, unconscious. In the eyes of this group of guerrilla fighters, he seemed to be no different from a dead man.
Mosika hurriedly walked over, hugged Chen Cao, and stared blankly at the expressionless jihadist fighters.
When everyone was almost busy, the guerrilla fighters began to transport supplies to the mountains. They didn't even look at Mosika and Chen Cao.
"Wait, please help me!" Mosika, who was holding Chen Cao, shouted.
His answer was not answered by anyone!
"Kokoli, please help me lift him, please!" Now it seems that he is the only person Mosika knows now.
Kekoli turned his head, touched the beard on his face, and said with the supplies in his hand: "Don't you see, I am very busy and have no time? I advise you, in this chaotic situation, it is better to put this "corpse" It’s better to abandon it early!”
"I won't give up!" Mosika's eyes showed determination, and she tightened her arms around Chen Cao.
Cocoli looked at Mosheka, then at Chen Cao in his arms, and suddenly a smile appeared on his face: "Then it's up to you, I'm not free anyway!" After saying that, he didn't look back and left. Got it!"
Mosika is only 1.7 meters tall, while Chen Cao, who is 1.8 meters tall, is close to 80 kilograms. Of course he knows what Ke Keli means when he talks about relying on himself.
At this time, the night was already deep. In the sky, Mosika was leaning on a tree. From time to time, the roar of fighter jets could be heard in the air. Looking at the rolling mountains and the retreating figures of the holy warriors such as Cocoli, he knew that if he didn't Follow them and if detected by enemy aircraft, they will fire on you without hesitation.
Mosika gritted his teeth, carried Chen Cao on his back, and ran along the direction of Kekeli and others in the dark night. Now, he had to rely on Kekeli and others. Only people, Chen Cao has hope of survival.
Fortunately, Kekoli and others were obviously very familiar with the environment here. Apart from the fact that Mosika was carrying a little more weight, the road was relatively smooth. Even so, when he caught up with Kekoli, he was already covered in cold air in the cold air. White heat came out.
When Mosika first arrived, Kekoli and others had just finished unloading supplies at the entrance of a cave on the cliff and were camouflaging the entrance.
He saw Mosika who was running around and was about to collapse, and said coldly: "Go in, if he dies, don't blame us for throwing him out, I don't want him to dirty our place!"
After Cocoli finished speaking, he walked in without looking back.