Yang Xu is a senior manager of Zhongyanhuang. If we use the administrative level to describe him, he is a deputy department official. He reached this level at the age of thirty-five or sixteen. This has something to do with his family background. Yang Xu’s grandfather once
He has served as a minister of a secondary ministry of the Central Committee, and his father is also a serving deputy ministerial leader. He graduated from the Youth Institute of Political Science and holds a master's degree in philosophy. He is young and promising. In the eyes of everyone, he and Zheng Jiayi are a match made in heaven.
Zheng Jiayi doesn't like Yang Xu. She has seen a lot of elites and doesn't care about them at all. She just didn't feel it before. After this incident, she is disgusted and disgusted. But she can't do anything because the smart Yang Xu will definitely find a reasonable reason.
If you excuse yourself, others won’t believe it, and they won’t care if they believe it. Who cares about the life or death of a dispatched worker?
Zheng Jiayi cares. She has tortured her heart many times, whether she likes Liu Handong or not. The answer is vague and uncertain. The rational Zheng Jiayi will not think that Liu Handong is a suitable lover, because in any aspect, the two of them
They are not suitable for each other, and living together will only bring endless troubles. However, Zheng Jiayi, another sentimental person deep in his heart, is full of interest in Liu Handong and longs to travel around the world with him and do justice.
No matter what, the most important rescue at the moment is Zheng Jiayi, who is not as knowledgeable and energetic as some leaders' children. All she can do is to inquire about the latest news and soothe her anxious heart.
The Ministry of Foreign Affairs and Zhongyanhuang launched an emergency plan. On the one hand, they sought information from local tribal elders in Peshawar, and on the other hand, they entrusted Pakistan's Inter-Services Intelligence Agency to conduct reconnaissance and prepare for armed rescue.
The recent international situation is complex and volatile. The Middle East and South Asia are not at peace. The kidnapping of four Chinese engineers did not make the headlines at all. Zhongyanhuang followed the principle of keeping a low profile and paid for peace and prepared a ransom of one million US dollars.
There is also an additional five million US dollars in activity funds to manage relationships with tribal elders, local military, etc., as well as various necessary expenses.
After many mediations, good news finally came on the third day after the hostages were kidnapped. The kidnappers were not the Taliban, but a group of armed gangs operating on the border between Afghanistan and Pakistan. They offered a sky-high price of US$10 million.
Of course, Zhong Yanhuang would not pay the ransom. He asked for a high price and paid the money on the spot. Another round of mediation began.
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In an unknown Afghan mountain village, three hostages have been detained for seventy-two hours. Their treatment has improved. Their ropes have been untied. They are provided with water and bread to satisfy their hunger. They have straw mats and blankets for sleeping, and pottery for convenience.
There is no toilet paper in the basin, so you can only scrape it clean with a small stick. The conditions are so bad that it feels like you have returned to primitive society, and like animals imprisoned in a pen.
The prison cell was just an ordinary house with walls made of earthen blocks. The door was made of two wooden boards. The cast-iron door handle was fastened with a Chinese three-ring padlock. A handsome local boy came to deliver meals at regular intervals every day.
Fill their bedpan.
Tang Jianjun can speak Pashto, but this is limited to daily communication, and he cannot do anything when it comes to political, military, diplomatic and other terms. Even if he could speak fluently, the kidnappers would not bother to sit down and negotiate with him. All they want is money.
At noon, Tang Jianjun was taken away by armed men for another half an hour. When he came back, he was very excited and told the two fellow refugees: "I just used their satellite phone to talk to our people. The rescue is in progress. The negotiations are going very smoothly. Otherwise,
How long will it take for you to go home?"
The fat cook cried with joy. After being kidnapped, he was under the greatest mental pressure. He couldn't sleep at night, his eyes were dull, and he felt like he was stupid. Tang Jianjun was also worried and frowning, but he kept comforting the two of them, fulfilling his responsibility as a leader.
, on the contrary, Liu Handong, who had just arrived, had no psychological pressure. He ate what he should eat and slept when he should, just like a normal person.
In fact, Liu Handong has been observing and analyzing. Based on the entry and exit of people in the village in the past few days, he estimated that the number of armed forces personnel is about 30, which is the strength of a platoon. Although some soldiers are experienced, more young people have no experience.
Literacy, you can choose to launch an attack in the middle of the night. At this time, there is only one sentry outside the door and most of the militants are sleeping. The success rate is higher, but it will be more troublesome for three people to escape together, especially the fat cook will definitely become a burden.
After a fierce ideological struggle, Liu Handong decided that the three of them would go together. In a foreign country, compatriots are relatives. Even if they are strangers, they must try their best to rescue and help each other in the same boat.
Liu Handong disagreed with Tang Jianjun's good news. Nothing could be settled so easily. It would take at least ten days of back and forth to make it logical.
Sure enough, Tang Jianjun was taken away again in the evening. He came back ten minutes later with a few bruises on his face and a very lonely expression. He entered the room without saying anything and squatted on the ground sighing.
"Mr. Tang, what's wrong?" The fat cook was frightened, "They're not going to tear up the vote, are they?"
"No." Tang Jianjun forced out an ugly smile, "There were some problems in the negotiations, but the impact is not big."
That night, the hostages' diet was canceled. This was a bad omen. Originally, there was only one jar of water and two pieces of bread every day, which was not enough to maintain normal needs. If it was canceled, it would only consume its own nutritional reserves. In this way
In less than half a month, you will have to lose weight and become a human being. By then, you will no longer have the energy to resist.
Must act tonight!
Just when Liu Handong was about to express his thoughts, Tang Jianjun spoke first. He said in a hoarse voice: "Although the country is actively rescuing, we can't just sit and do nothing. I went out twice to observe the situation outside.
, this should still be in Pakistan, let’s find a way to escape at night.”
The fat cook's eyes widened and he said tremblingly: "Mr. Tang, can this be done?"
"It will definitely work." Tang Jianjun said in a serious tone, "If you don't, you have to do it. Lao Bai, you are a party member. Take the lead as a party member! Xiao Liu, are you a party member?"
"What are your plans?" Liu Handong asked rhetorically. In China, if you serve as a soldier but don't join the party, you must be an alternative among the alternative. Liu Handong is an alternative. It's not that he doesn't pursue progress or move closer to the organization, but he is almost ready to join every time.
At that time, due to various circumstances, various things happened, confinement, punishment, and criticism. Naturally, the party votes were never obtained.
Tang Jianjun felt a little regretful that his hope of establishing a temporary party branch among the hostages was shattered. He cheered up and walked to the corner, took off his pants and peed on the floor, then squatted down and dug at the wet wall.
"If it's not enough, you can come too." Tang Jianjun said.
The fat cook rushed up and peed, but Liu Handong sat motionless on the mat.
"Go pee." The fat cook urged.
"It's too simple to think that a house can be destroyed in three peeings." Liu Handong sneered.
Tang Jianjun waved his hand: "Ignore him, let's dig."
The two squatted there and dug for a while, but made no progress. Just as Liu Handong said, just a few hundred milliliters of liquid were needed to soften the rammed earth and dig out a hole. They underestimated the construction technology passed down by the Central Asian people for thousands of years.
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After working hard for half an hour, his fingernails were bleeding and he couldn't dig a hole. Tang Jianjun gave up his efforts and sighed. The fat cook didn't give up and said that it would be easier if he had tools. He might as well break the earthen pot and use it as a shovel.
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"Forget it." Tang Jianjun waved his hands. He realized that all these attempts were in vain. Even if he could climb out of the cell, there were so many armed men outside who were not free.
"I'll think of a way." Tang Jianjun was afraid that the two fellow refugees would be depressed, so he comforted them.
"No need, just open the door if you want to go out." Liu Handong had a shiny key hanging on his finger.
"Where did you get the door lock key?" The fat cook became excited.
"Don't ask about this." Liu Handong continued to close his eyes and meditate. This trick was a stealing technique he learned from Xiao Dao. He easily got the key from the child who was taking care of their food, drink and toilet.
At midnight, the sentry outside the door was asleep with his gun in his arms. The sound of dogs barking was heard in the distance. The temperature difference between day and night in the mountainous area was large, and the temperature dropped by more than ten degrees. The three of them stayed awake, waiting for the opportunity to escape.
Based on the moon shadow, Liu Handong judged that the current time was about one o'clock at midnight, and it was time to take action. He moved his hands and feet, stretched out the crack of the door with one hand, and opened the padlock.
The fat cook was impatient and pushed the door open. The door shaft, which had been in disrepair for a long time, made a harsh sound. The silent night was broken. The dozing sentry jumped up in excitement. Just as Liu Handong was about to take action, Tang Jianjun jumped at the food like a hungry tiger. He knocked down the sentry and pinched him tightly.
After grabbing his neck, the fat cook also exploded, picked up a stone and hit the sentry on the head.
The sentry passed out. Tang Jianjun took off his automatic rifle and checked the bullets in the magazine. His movements were quite skillful. He must have received military training or had experience as a soldier.
"You two follow me." Tang Jianjun said.
Liu Handong saw a luminous diving watch on the sentry's wrist, which was the Omega given to him by Xin Xiaowan, so he lowered his head and took off the watch.
Tang Jianjun shook his head, extremely disdainful of Liu Handong's behavior.
Suddenly, an unknown feeling came into his mind, and Liu Handong whispered: "Wait a minute."
Neither Tang Jianjun nor Fat Chef dared to move, because they both saw what seemed to be a group of black figures quickly crossing the street from a distance.
A huge explosion sounded, followed by gunfire as dense as exploding beans. It still sounded like the sound of the AK gun family. Tang Jianjun was also knowledgeable. He said happily: "The military is here to rescue us."
The fat cook was so excited that he almost peed: "Long live the motherland! Is our People's Liberation Army's Langya Brigade dispatched?"
"It should be the special forces of the Pakistan Army." Tang Jianjun crouched, "Go back, the fighting is fierce outside, be careful to get hit by stray bullets."
The fat cook quickly slipped back into the cell, closed the door tightly, and lay on the ground in fear.
"Where's Xiao Liu?" Tang Jianjun looked around, but without paying attention, Liu Handong disappeared.
"I didn't pay attention. He might have escaped while he was in the chaos. Don't worry about him. We can just wait here for rescue." The fat cook said.
The fighting was very lively outside, with tracer bullets flying all over the sky, and sometimes there was the explosion of rockets. After twenty minutes of fighting, one side's firepower gradually weakened, and the sound of gunfire became sporadic. Footsteps were heard, and someone kicked the door open.
Several bright beams of light shone in, making the person unable to open his eyes. Tang Jianjun had already dropped the gun, raised his hands and said, "I am the Chinese project manager Tang Jianjun."
What came was not the special forces of the Pakistan Army in khaki uniforms, nor the Fang Group of the People's Liberation Army on cross-border missions, but a group of masked men with mixed styles, wearing pukul hats and knee-length kameez robes.
, underneath are American ACU digital camouflage military pants and Belleville950 mountain military boots.
Could it be that they were US military special forces in disguise? Tang Jianjun was very puzzled.