"In the Middle Ages, this must have been a great city!" Li Si was sitting in the passenger seat, smoking a cigarette, with an admiring look in his eyes. It was a kind of favor for Li Si, and it was a kind of worship for the medieval warriors.
.Perhaps, beneath this city, there will always be tens of thousands of medieval warriors.
Li Si could feel the sounds of fighting beasts under the ground, the shocking roars and roars of the warriors, fighting lions with one hand, and pulling out weeping willows.
"What are you looking at?" Chen Haoming glanced at Li Si sideways, then held the steering wheel with one hand, smoked a cigarette from the cigarette case, lit it with a snap, blew out a puff of thick smoke, and said with a smile: "
Are you a little shocked by this city?”
"Well, to be honest, this is indeed an ancient building that has been completely preserved!" Li Si smiled and said: "Thick, heavy, and accumulated! It's a pity that no matter how glorious history is, it will pass away and no matter how bombarded it is,
Drastic things can only become a thing of the past!"
"Yes!" Chen Haoming nodded and said: "It's better to rule by inaction as Mr. Lao Tzu said. Killing here and there will eventually turn into a handful of loess!"
Time passed quickly, and the car drove into the city of Voltaire in a blink of an eye. The city wall was six to eight meters thick. Passing through the city wall, you could see the buildings on the roadside and the small vendors setting up stalls on the roadside.
There are many women and children among them.
In Afghanistan, under the Muslim faith, women are not allowed to appear in public. However, the current economy in Afghanistan forces those women to start doing business in public. Of course, when they appear in front of everyone, they must cover themselves up tightly.
It was tight, so in the sight of Li Si and others, everyone was a 'zongzi' with two eyes exposed!
Chen Haoming parked the car casually on the side of the road, and everyone immediately jumped out of the jeep. Walking in a khaki shirt was really embarrassing for Wei Li, Li Shaofeng and others. He was as awkward as a person learning to walk for the first time.
"Hey, can't you walk slower?" Leopard glared at Wei Li, his eyes looking unusually dark under the snow-white turban. Wei Li pulled the kabu shirt with both hands, covering his crotch, and said, "Grandma,
What do you think I think, this damn shabby skirt, I really don’t understand how these people got used to it!"
