The emergency response team is a temporary organization of Zhongyanhuang. It is composed of personnel from various departments. The official leader is Song Jianfeng, but there will be temporary on-site commanders designated for specific operations. Yang Xu is the temporary team leader, but he is a young team leader.
But there is no authority.
Zhongyanhuang is a very large state-owned enterprise, not a military unit. It is impossible to use power to suppress people. You must show your true ability to convince people. Yang Xu got off to a bad start when he went abroad to perform an emergency mission for the first time. He was seriously unhappy. If he had been replaced by someone else, he would definitely
He tried every means to humiliate and attack the opponent, but the one who challenged him was Zheng Jiayi, which put him in a dilemma.
Zheng Jiayi has just joined Zhongyanhuang and has no qualifications to speak of. However, her administrative level is no lower than Yang Xu, and is even a little higher. Not to mention that her father is a deputy national-level leader. The Central Energy Security
The leader of the group, a member of the National Security Council, a serious power holder, and Yang Xu, the deputy ministerial father who is about to retire, are not worthy of carrying someone's shoes.
Moreover, Zheng Jiayi was the liaison officer temporarily arranged by Song Jianfeng to join the emergency team. Although there was no other meaning in it, in the eyes of others, Zheng Jiayi was the supervisor and had more power than the team leader.
Yang Xu himself felt guilty, and other team members had their own thoughts. No one opposed Zheng Jiayi's decision. They acted quickly, contacted the Afghan diplomatic mission in Islamabad through the Chinese Embassy, urgently applied for visas, and chartered a small regional passenger plane.
Direct flight from Islamabad to Kabul.
During this period, Zheng Jiayi kept in contact with Liu Handong. After learning that he was a guest in the tribal village and was not in any danger, he stopped worrying about him and focused all his energy on rescuing Tang Jianjun and Bai Furong.
On the passenger plane flying to Kabul, the endless Hinduku Mountains could be seen outside the window. The members of the emergency team were all leaning on their headrests with their eyes closed to relax. Only Zheng Jiayi was writing and drawing in his notebook, planning a rescue plan.
The Afghan government was formed under the protection of the United States. Although most US troops have withdrawn, the US military still maintains some military advisers and paramilitary forces such as private defense companies. Mobilizing the Afghan army also requires US coordination to achieve twice the result with half the effort.
Zheng Jiayi once worked at Goldman Sachs and met some very powerful people, including capital tycoons, Jewish chaebols, senators, etc. Perhaps these contacts accumulated in his early years can be put to use.
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Under the setting sun, the smoke from the cooking pots curls up, the sheep slowly return home, and many new graves are added to the cemetery surrounded by poppy bushes near the small village. Death is a part of life for the Pashtuns in the war.
Abdul's old man's house is a flat-roofed house made of mud. Prayers can be performed on the roof. The walls are bare and only the blankets on the floor can give it some homely feel.
"Do you know Afghanistan?" The old man sat cross-legged on the carpet and talked to him in not very proficient English.
Liu Handong shook his head. He only knew about Afghanistan from the news.
"Afghanistan has been conquered by countless powers, including the Persians, Huns, Arabs, Mongols, Russians, British, the Soviet Union and the United States. The history of Afghanistan is a history of resistance to conquest. No matter who it is, they will eventually
Leave, but Afghanistan is not the winner, we are just the victims of the game between the great powers."
Liu Handong was in awe, he didn't expect the old man to say such philosophical words.
The old man took out a photo from his arms and handed it to Liu Handong. It was a yellowed black-and-white photo. It showed a group of young guys wearing robes, Arab scarves, and holding rifles. One of them looked like Abu.
Old man Düler, standing next to him is a tall young man with a beard, carrying an AK74U short rifle slung across his body, and his appearance is quite familiar, but I can't remember where I've seen him before.
"Afghanistan was once a civilized, modern, secular country, but now it is synonymous with extremes, backwardness, and war. The war has destroyed our country and our younger generation. Women have worn veils, and men have nothing but
Nothing will come of fighting a war. The country's economy is in shambles. We have no oil and can only make a living by growing poppies and working as mercenaries. Such a country will never have a future."
Liu Handong was speechless, not knowing what the old man meant behind these words.
"Child, what kind of shoes are those masked people wearing?" The old man's mind was very fast, and the next sentence turned to other things.
Liu Handong recalled carefully: "They are military boots, US military standard desert boots, both yellow and black."
"Then they shouldn't be Afghans," the old man asserted.
"Why?" Liu Handong was puzzled.
"Afghans don't wear those kind of boots." The old man reminded Liu Handong. He remembered that the armed group that kidnapped him wore slippers and cheap Chinese-made artificial leather shoes. The heels were also flattened, and the leather shoes were used as slippers.
Wear, while the latecomers dress in a relatively fashionable style and use more advanced weapons.
"What kind of car are they driving?" the old man continued to ask.
"The Soviet Union made military trucks, as well as Humvees, military versions, and M2 Browning heavy machine guns." Liu Handong has a strong observation ability and keeps some details in mind.
"What language do they use? Can you repeat a sentence or two?" The old man's eyes began to focus.
"It's not Pashto, it's more like...I can't tell."
"I'm going to use several languages to say one sentence each. Please listen to which one is closest." The old man coughed dryly and began to change various languages. Liu Handong was stunned when he heard this.
Liu Handong was very talented in languages. He listened carefully and recalled the scene that night. The masked men had shouted and had many conversations during the battle. The old man Abdul used six languages, one of which was closer to the masked men.
pronunciation.
"I just used Pashto, Persian, Uzbek, Tajik, Arabic and Turkish. Are those people Turks?" The old man pondered for a moment, "They are not ***, they may be ***.
people."
"Base?" Liu Handong took a breath. This is a notorious global terrorist organization. In the face of the new enemy, all his glorious experiences in the past have become trivial.
"Son, you go home. You have done what you should do. I will send you to Kabul tomorrow, where your embassy is." The old man waved his hand and sighed.
"I want to save my compatriots." Liu Handong was extremely determined.
"Young man, do you know how to fight?" The old man handed over some tobacco. Chewing tobacco is a habit of Pashtuns to kill time. Liu Handong accepted his kindness and replied: "A little bit."
The old man shook his head: "What you have mastered is the skill of fighting with a gun. You are still far away from fighting."
Liu Handong was very ashamed. Although he had been a soldier for eight years and had fired and killed people, he had never experienced a real baptism of fire. The old man was right. Those petty fights were only worthy of being called fighting with guns.
.
"The Pashtuns value blood revenge. If they kill my people, I will repay blood with blood. Even if there is only one person in the tribe, we will fight to the end. My child, you don't have to get involved. This war has nothing to do with you."
"It matters now." Liu Handong said.
"Are you sure?" The old man stared into his eyes.
Liu Handong nodded solemnly. At this moment, he knew exactly what he was doing. He understood that he had a heart that was never stable. Neither career nor love could fetter this wild heart. At this moment, he suddenly realized,
This is the life I want to pursue.
I'm sorry, Mom, I'm sorry, Ma Ling, please forgive my selfishness...
"Okay, get some rest early. Get up early tomorrow and I'll teach you how to fight." The old man stood up and prepared to go to bed.
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The emergency team arrived at Kabul Airport and felt the atmosphere of a war zone as soon as they got off the plane. The airport is surrounded by mountains. The terminal building has only two floors and is in a state of disrepair. Government soldiers carrying automatic rifles can be seen everywhere. The customs clearance procedures are very simple.
The embassy's car was waiting outside the airport, accompanied by Chinese armed police escorts. This was a resource that Song Jianfeng coordinated through the National Energy Security Group.
An embassy secretary came to greet them and introduced the situation in Afghanistan on the way. The US military had withdrawn and the Japanese troops had returned to Afghanistan. The overall security was not optimistic, but the capital, Kabul, was relatively safe.
"Don't leave the city. If you must go elsewhere, you can ask for police escort or pay to hire armed guards." The secretary explained enthusiastically, "The conditions here are relatively poor. You should stay at the embassy. What's the problem?
You can come to me, don't be polite."
The secretary sitting in the passenger seat turned his head and smiled, as if he was welcoming a relative from afar.
"Thank you. I'm sorry to cause trouble to you so late." Yang Xu said.
"Yes, that's what embassies and consulates abroad do." The secretary chuckled, focusing on Zheng Jiayi.
Yang Xu was a little embarrassed and disappointed, but he didn't show it.
Since I arrived in Kabul late, the government agencies were already off work. I could only wait until tomorrow to go to the relevant departments to request assistance. The Ambassador returned to his country to report on his duties. The Charge d'Affaires hosted a banquet in honor of the compatriots from China. During the dinner, he repeatedly promised that he would go all out to assist China.
Comrades from Yan and Huang rescued their compatriots.
The night in Kabul was as cold as water, and Zheng Jiayi stayed up all night, contacting various resources until dawn in the east.
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After the old man Abdul finished his morning prayers, he took Liu Handong and Ahmed to the valley. There were several clay pots in the distance as targets.
The old man handed the Enfield rifle to Liu Handong: "Try it."
Liu Handong took the gun in his hand, pulled the bolt, loaded the gun, aimed the gun, and pulled the trigger at three o'clock. When the gun went off, he returned the rifle to Abdul with great satisfaction.
The old man skillfully picked up the rifle, and his movements were as fast as lightning. He pulled the bolt and fired in one go. Liu Handong noticed that he used his thumb and index finger to hold the bolt and pull it, and used his middle finger to pull the trigger. This was a little faster than the normal action.
The bolt-action rifle has a semi-automatic effect.
After a series of gunshots, the nine remaining clay pots in the distance were all turned into pieces.