The dusty Soviet-made GAZ 66 four-wheel drive military truck roared again. Liu Handong sat in the cab, holding the steering wheel, closing his eyes slightly, smelling the smell of diesel in the air, feeling a slight tremor, as if
Returned to his military days.
Liu Handong comes from a family of soldiers. His grandfather was an army lieutenant colonel awarded in 1955 and the deputy commander of Jiangbei Military Division. His father Liu Kaihua graduated from Omi Infantry School and was the instructor of the reconnaissance company during the Liangshan War. He died in the cross-border capture operation.
He himself was the most unsatisfactory. He had been in the army for eight years but had not been promoted. When he retired, he only had the rank of sergeant. However, he was different from ordinary soldiers in peacetime. He had encountered separatists on the snowy plateau and experienced blood and fire.
The test is not limited to military quality. I can throw grenades eighty meters away. If I hadn't been so stubborn, I would have become an officer long ago.
With the rifle at his side, Liu Handong was full of courage. Even if his opponent was an extremely brutal terrorist, he would still have the confidence to take a shot. This is not the courage of an ordinary man, but a family tradition flowing in the blood. The children of the old Liu family are definitely not
Coward!
The satellite phone rang, and it was Zheng Jiayi who asked with concern how Liu Handong was doing.
"Very good, I'm going to change scenes now, contact me again." Liu Handong said carelessly.
"I suggest you stay where you are and wait for rescue. You are not familiar with the local conditions. If you encounter other armed factions, it will be difficult to ensure safety." Zheng Jiayi said urgently.
"It doesn't matter, I have a guide, and I also have a gun." Liu Handong patted Ahmed on the shoulder, and the latter gave him a silly smile.
"Then where are you going?" Zheng Jiayi was on the Bombardier plane flying to Islamabad at the moment. She was pacing back and forth, anxious. Liu Handong was so bold. Anyone else would have been frightened. He still had the leisure to wander around.
, he is really very nervous to a certain extent.
"I don't know. I should go rescue Manager Tang." Liu Handong said, "I have to drive and I can't talk to you anymore. Please contact me again."
The phone was disconnected, and Yang Xu came over with a cup of coffee and asked: "How's it going? He's not running around, is he?"
Zheng Jiayi took the coffee and said in frustration: "You guessed it, he seems to have found a car to rescue Tang Jianjun and the others."
Yang Xudao: "It's really adding to the chaos. Doesn't he know the complicated situation in Afghanistan? We don't have the ability to cross the border for rescue and can only mediate through diplomatic means. He wants to make things worse. This behavior must be stopped immediately."
Zheng Jiayi didn't answer, shrugged and went back to his seat, and didn't call Liu Handong again.
Yang Xu was bored and went back.
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Liu Handong was driving on the Gobi Desert in Afghanistan. Dust and smoke were billowing behind his wheels. There was no road ahead. The devastated ground was lifeless and desolate like the continent of Mars.
The carriage was filled with corpses, which were shipped at Ahmed's request. The dead should all be members of his own race. Although the young man couldn't wait to take revenge, he couldn't bear to expose the corpses of his relatives in the wilderness and escape death in revenge. If he too
After death, who would bury their loved ones and who would convey the news of their deaths? Liu Handong understood his thoughts and assisted Ahmed in loading more than thirty corpses onto the truck.
Ahmed has been guiding the road. He is a living navigator. He can identify the direction according to the position of the sun. The two drove for a day. When it was approaching dusk, they were surrounded by majestic mountains. Liu Handong guessed that this
It is the famous Hinduku Mountains.
Suddenly, a bright light flashed on the top of the mountain in the distance. Liu Handong subconsciously stepped on the accelerator and rushed to the blind spot. There are no reflective objects in nature. There is only one possibility for the bright light, and that is the sniper's optical sighting device.
Ahmed did not panic, he opened the door and jumped out, dancing as if making some kind of contact.
Liu Handong raised his telescope and saw a man standing on the top of the mountain, spreading his arms and waving.
After a long journey, we finally arrived at Ahmed’s hometown, a small village in the Hinduku Mountains.
This village is obviously much larger, with more than a hundred adobe houses, all khaki in the sunset, and very close to the landscape. If you look down from the air, it is difficult to spot this mountain village.
The bad news spread throughout the village, and many elderly people, women and children came out of their houses and went to the truck to claim the body of their man.
The corpses were all covered with a layer of dust, and their faces were earthy gray. Thirty-three stone heads were lined up in a row. The imam in the village was performing some kind of ceremony. The relatives brought water and white cloth to clean the packages. Weeping could be heard everywhere. Liu Handong
After careful observation, there are almost no adult men in the village. It can be imagined that this is a tough tribe that makes a living by robbing, kidnapping and threshing grains. However, it is a bit unlucky. After finally tying up the fat sheep, their family was completely wiped out.
Ahmed brought a gray-haired old man. Liu Handong greeted him, but he heard English that he had not heard for a long time. The old man's English had a slight accent, but his speech was clear and completely understandable.
He told Liu Handong that his name was Abdul Saleh, Ahmed was his grandson, and one of the deceased was his son, Ahmed's father Hassan.
Liu Handong heard the truth. Pashtun names are very long, but there are rules. The first name is the person's name, the second is the father's name, the third is the ancestor's name, and the fourth is the surname.
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The old man proudly said that Pashtun people are the most enthusiastic about their friends. You are our friend. Just stay here and let us treat you well.
Liu Handong's English proficiency is not bad and he can communicate simply. He expressed his willingness to help the old man get revenge and save his colleagues at the same time.
The old man Abdul pondered for a moment and told Liu Handong that this matter was a blood revenge among the Pashtuns. If you want to join in, you will be our brothers. He hugged him with tears in his eyes.
"A long time ago, the Chinese helped us fight against the Soviet invaders, and now we have brothers from China." The old man said with emotion.
Liu Handong murmured in his heart, since he is an old friend of the Chinese people, why are we still tying up our Zhongyanhuang employees? It seems that one thing on the surface and another behind the scenes is a thick and dark rule that is common all over the world.
With a thought in his heart, he took out the May 4th pistol with the name engraved on it and showed it to Abdul. The old man looked at it, frowned and said, "This is Hassan's gun."
"Do you know the history of this gun?" Liu Handong asked, feeling a little excited. He seemed to have heard the story of an unknown hero who was buried in a foreign country.
But Abdul just shook his head: "Hassan picked up this gun when he was a child. He picked it up from an unidentified bearded man."
"Where's the big beard?" Liu Handong broke the casserole and asked.
The old man pointed to the distance: "It's buried there."
Loyal bones are buried everywhere in the mountains, so why return their bodies wrapped in horse leather? Liu Handong sighed, stood at attention and saluted in the distance, and did not lower his arms for a long time. He knew that after the Soviet Union invaded Afghanistan in the late 1970s, China and the United States collaborated to help Afghanistan resist the Soviet Union. The United States provided money and China provided money.
Guns, ranging from Stinger missiles to rifle bullets, are all transported from Pakistan to Afghanistan. The military will definitely send special forces out to perform missions, but these are all secrets and will never be known to anyone.
The old man Abdul solemnly held the May 4th pistol to Liu Handong with both hands: "You are Chinese. Hassan's gun should be returned to its original owner."
Liu Handong did his duty and took away the pistol and put it on his waist.
"Now we can discuss the matter of revenge." A stern look flashed in the eyes of the old man Abdul. He was a master who would never sleep with a grudge, and he had a very different temper than Liu Handong.
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Pakistan, in the conference room of the Marriott Hotel in Islamabad, the dusty Sino-Yanhuang emergency team rushed here as soon as they got off the plane and held a meeting with relevant personnel from the embassy, Pakistani branch, Pakistan's foreign affairs department and the Inter-Services Intelligence Agency.
According to Zheng Jiayi's mobile phone, the coordinates of Liu Handong's Iridium phone have reached deep into the hinterland of Afghanistan. A Pakistani army colonel said that this was beyond the military's capabilities and suggested that the United States or the Kabul government be contacted directly to coordinate the rescue.
Yang Xu pointed out that the person was kidnapped in Peshawar, and Pakistan has the responsibility to rescue him. Shifting the blame is meaningless and detrimental to bilateral relations.
The counselor of the embassy coughed twice. It is not conducive to bilateral relations to suppress talents. Peshawar belongs to the North-West Frontier Province, with many tribes and a semi-independent state. Islamabad cannot control them at all. On the day of the incident, local security forces were quickly dispatched.
, a fierce exchange of fire with the kidnappers, resulting in the death and injury of several soldiers. It is irresponsible to accuse Pakistan of ineffective rescue.
Yang Xu realized his mistake and changed his words and said that he hoped that Pakistan would obtain the latest information through tribal armed forces as to which group of armed forces had taken the two hostages away.
The colonel explained that there are so many armed organizations in Afghanistan that we need time to find out the information. This may be a long process. We hope that Chinese friends will not be anxious and make long-term plans.
"How long?" Zheng Jiayi interjected and asked.
"Half a year, maybe a year," the colonel said.
"Go to Kabul." Zheng Jia said, "Contact the Afghan Embassy in Islamabad tomorrow and get the visa first."
Yang Xu's face sank. Zheng Jiayi decided to go to Afghanistan on his own initiative. Who is the team leader?
Zheng Jiayi has no idea of seizing power. She is eager to rescue her compatriots. Liu Handong is not in danger for the time being, but Tang Jianjun and Bai Furong have become more dangerous. There are many extremist armed forces in Afghanistan. They don't want money, but their lives!
The meeting ended hastily, and discussions began within the emergency team. Most people supported Zheng Jiayi's decision, because it was meaningless to stay in Islamabad. Now the place of origin of the incident has become Afghanistan. It is the Kabul government that needs to coordinate, not the Pakistani army.
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Yang Xu did not dare to make a decision. Zhongyanhuang did not have a branch in Afghanistan, and there was no one to pick him up at the airport, let alone any resources. Going there rashly was an impulsive move.
"We need to ask the headquarters for instructions." Yang Xu declined.
"Okay, I'll make a call." Zheng Jia picked up the phone.
"President Song has probably rested." Yang Xu looked at his watch and advised kindly.
"No, I know him." Zheng Jiayi answered the phone without hesitation, and sure enough, Song Jianfeng was still in the office.
After introducing the situation, Song Jianfeng immediately replied: "You can go to Kabul."
"Contact the Afghan Ambassador immediately and contact the plane." Zheng Jia said.
Yang Xu was a little displeased. Is this a way to evade himself and seize power?