The reason why the refugee camps were arranged in the south was because they were worried that the refugee camps would pollute the water source of Peshawar... Peshawar is located on the border between Baha'a and Afghanistan, and the climate is very similar to that of Afghanistan, which means that they have been drought and lack of water, and the annual precipitation is less than 300 mm.
, and all these precipitations are concentrated in winter, and almost no drop in summer...
This makes water sources important for many cities in Afghanistan and Pakistan... But then again, cities can only be formed near water sources, right? Otherwise, so many people gather in such extremely water-deficient areas.
One piece immediately became thirsty.
The same is true for Peshawar... its water source is the Kabul River, a river flowing from north to south from Afghanistan to Pakistan... Peshawar is on the west bank of the Kabul River.
In order to prevent the refugee camp from polluting water sources and then flowing into Peshawar... the Pakistani government has concentrated the refugees in a place more than ten miles from Peshawar in the lower reaches of the Kabul River.
This made our convoy run through Peshawar and then south... Our base is located in the north, close to the Ba-A border.
So... we had the honor to appreciate the exotic city of Peshawar...
Peshawar is not as poor as I thought... even in comparison, it is much better than many places in our country in this era, with various exotic buildings, and small vendors selling them all along the streets.
There are also donkeys, motorcycles, cars, and many other means of transportation that I can't call out.
Later I learned... Peshawar is not simple. The ancient Sanskrit word for "Peshawar" means "City of Flowers". It has been a large caravan distribution center since ancient times... The reason is that it is located in many Central Asia.
The intersection of trade channels has been a major trade center between the South Asian subcontinent and Central Asia for centuries.
No wonder so many refugees in Afghanistan are pouring into Peshawar at the same time... There are roads everywhere in Afghanistan to Peshawar. Moreover, Peshawar is also a big city and has water sources... Not to mention whether it will starve to death.
At least not to die of thirst!
Because we had to cross the entire Peshawar, the car was slower and we arrived at the destination more than an hour later...the refugee camp.
I saw the refugee camps from afar, with temporary tents and grass tusks everywhere. Some even found a few stone caves on the mountain and moved in...
"This place was originally a village in our Peshawar!" Major Rana said: "It's just that because most people went to Peshawar to work, there were only a few elderly people and some broken houses left. So we moved the elderly people to the scene.
It was transformed into a refugee camp to provide refugee residence!"
After hearing Major Rana say this, I noticed that there were really some broken houses in the middle of the refugee camp, but there were too many tents and grass trousers around, so I didn't even notice it just now.
Several jeeps quickly drove into the refugee camp along the road... So all kinds of dirty and messy came into our eyes, including children with disheveled heads, thin wild dogs, and old men in tattered clothes...
Of course, there are some women among them, but these women also wrap themselves tightly with tulle, so I can't tell you what they are doing, but from the patches on the tulle and their heads
Looking at the jars that have already been missing... life will not be much better.
What surprised me was that... I noticed the people around me who were looking at us, and all my eyes were filled with fear...
I looked at Major Rana in confusion, and Major Rana just smiled bitterly. He said, "They are afraid of seeing being soldiers!"
"I'm afraid of seeing soldiers?" I was a little surprised: "Why? What they are afraid of is the Soviet army, right? I think they should be able to see that we are not the Soviet army!"
"No!" Major Rana shook his head: "The guerrillas sometimes come here...the purpose is to see if anyone can join the army, and sometimes the methods are extremely cruel...Once, just because of a few sick refugees
They made a painful sound, and they thought it was noisy, so they shot and killed them!"
"How could this happen?" I opened my mouth halfway and couldn't close for a long time: "I always thought the guerrillas were the people's troops!"
"Not necessarily!" Major Rana said: "As I said before, there were some guerrillas who were drug dealers, and the Soviet army had occupied Afghanistan. So they were actually in anarchy and legal status,
And he has a gun in his hand, so he can do anything!"
I couldn't help but feel a headache when I heard this... Then what's the difference between this and a bandit!
"Of course!" Major Rana said: "There are also many people in the guerrillas who fought to regain their homes. It was just that because it was too chaotic, there were all kinds of people in all ranks and ranks, and no one from each class or sect obeyed each other, and there was no unified management.
Even guerrillas often have fierce battles... It is not surprising that there will be such chaos!"
I nodded, and then I soon thought of it again... I didn't know how many times the bad guerrillas had robbed this refugee camp. I was afraid that the strong men would be robbed, so we are now recruiting soldiers...
As I thought, Major Rana quickly gathered some of the nearby refugees... It seems that it is not difficult for Major Rana to do this. After all, this refugee camp was established by the Pakistani government, and even
The food that the refugee camp relies on for survival was also provided by Pakistan, so Major Rana summoned the head of the refugee camp and said only a few words... The refugee quickly went from the broken tent and the grass hut like an ant.
Get out.
But… I was disappointed that, as Major Rana said, I had never seen anyone suitable for military service, either women or elderly or children...
"Battleman Yang!" Major Lana said: "I asked their elders... He said that some young and middle-aged people have entered Peshawar to work and will come back until the evening, otherwise... will we wait until the evening?"
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"No!" I shook my head.
"No?" Major Rana expressed confusion about my answer: "Elder Rahar said... because we fund refugee camps and give them a place to live... so he told us this..."
"No, no need!" I said: "Those young and middle-aged people may be their only remaining labor. If we drained this labor, their lives would be even more difficult!"
"Then...what should you do with your troops?"
"Think of other solutions!" I replied.
Just as he was about to turn back, he couldn't bear it when he looked at the refugees gathered around him, so he asked the guard behind him: "Do you guys... do you bring food?"
"Yes!" The guard stood up at me.
This is the habit of the soldiers. They always carry dry food with them for several days wherever they go, so that they will not go hungry even if they encounter any emergency.
"For all the villagers..." I said, then looked at the skinny children and shouted again: "Children are divided first!"
"Yes!" the soldiers responded, and immediately opened their backpacks and took out the compressed cookies and distributed them.
However... those refugees may not believe that there will be such a good thing in this matter. The soldiers who hold guns not only do not rob their things, but also give them food... You know, for them, it is a society where the strong prey on the weak.
As long as anyone with a gun in his hand, he has power, so everyone is timid and dare not take these foods.
At this time, the Persian soldiers brought by Saheed and I took effect. They walked forward and said a big call, "Ji Li Gu Lu" and handed the biscuits to the refugees while talking...
At first, a few children couldn't resist the temptation to run away with biscuits... The other children saw that it was okay, so they rushed up regardless of the situation... and soon they put the compressed biscuits in our hands and
I grabbed all the canned food, and the children who didn't get it could only look at us regretfully... I wish we could come out with some more food, but it made us feel uncomfortable.
"Tell them!" I said to Saheed, "Don't be anxious... We will send them a batch of food later!"
"Yes!" Saheed responded and forwarded my words to the children... But I could tell from the eyes of the children that they did not believe our words.
But it's not their fault... Maybe in their concept, this world should be cruel, untrustworthy, and hopeless... So of course, they won't believe what we say.
"Major Rana!" I turned around and asked Major Rana, "We want to buy a batch of food aid refugee camps from the Pakistani government... and I don't want this batch of food to fall into the hands of the guerrillas. I don't know if there is any difficulty.
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"This..." Major Rana thought for a while and said, "There will be no problem in purchasing food... Peshawar is a big trading city, you can buy it from anyone. It's just that it doesn't fall into the hands of the guerrillas... It's necessary to send troops to protect the refugees.
and prevent guerrillas from entering refugee camps. This requires a lot of troops... and the guerrillas themselves are Afghans, some of which are not evil... I want to distinguish between good guerrillas and bad guerrillas...
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I nodded. I really didn't expect the difficulty... Rana said this, and the bad guys won't be written on his face. How do you let Pakistan manage and argue.
"But I have an idea!" Major Rana said: "We can send people to make the food into food and then send it to the refugee camp every day to distribute it... Although this is a little troublesome, it is not easy to store because it has been prepared, and
Soon, the refugees were eaten into the stomach... The guerrillas couldn't take it away even if they wanted to!"