After going to the hotel and setting up all his things, Bifang came to the streets of Kerman, the capital of Abbasogang, and wandered around. This was his first time here, and it was not as "people's poverty" as he imagined.
Bi Fang had been to many poor countries in his previous life, and his life was much worse than that of Bikman. After all, it was the capital. No matter how fierce the war was, the capital still had certain protections.
There was quite a bit of chaos. After walking on the street for less than half an hour, there were more than three hands sneaking towards his backpack. Bi Fang didn't feel too embarrassed. He just dodged and glared at the other person before shouting him away.
There is no thought of calling the police. As a foreign tourist, there are actually only a few people who can get fair treatment after calling the police.
Bi Fang didn't want to start a big fight. His status was different, so it was better to cause less trouble.
However, the place he wanted to go was not Kerman, but another city in Abbasogang, Yeymen. I thought it would be a different scene there.
Once there, there is no guarantee of life safety. If you die in a corner, no one will even find your body, it will only be picked up by wild dogs.
"Good Samaritan, please give me some..."
Bi Fang looked at the old woman in front of him silently. Along the way, whether in a small town or in the city center, he often saw these gray-haired old ladies, wearing shabby clothes, stretching out a calloused hand.
Hands begging along the street.
Why are there so many old ladies begging?
Bi Fang suddenly thought of a question, and after thinking about it carefully, he felt a little sad.
Because women are weak, and old women are the weakest and weakest abandoned by society, so they are the ones begging.
Although they worked so hard when they were young that their hands were covered with thick calluses, once they lose their labor force, they will be ruthlessly abandoned by society.
Here, there is no room for the weak to survive.
After fussing in his pocket for a long time, Bi Fang took out a piece of bread and handed it to the other party, then lowered his cap and disappeared silently into the crowd.
What can he do?
Just a traveler.
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The next day, Bi Fang came to a local transportation company early in the morning. He contacted the company last night and said that they could take him to a city near Yemen. As for going deeper, he would not dare.
Bi Fang saw the intention of the person in charge at the time, and he didn't dare to lie. It was not impossible to do it if he really wanted to.
Need to add money.
There is no need to waste money, just take him to a nearby city, and someone from Abbasogang will naturally come to pick him up.
"I have only seen people fleeing to the capital, but I have never seen anyone heading outside."
The uncle held a cigarette in his mouth and sat in the driver's seat. He didn't quite understand Bifang paying for the car, but it didn't matter. He's a bastard if he doesn't make money. Money has depreciated a lot recently. If he doesn't make more money to support his family, this mother-in-law won't do it.
Going to the streets to beg.
Bi Fang didn't speak, just smiled, then sat by the window and looked at the country quietly.
The closer you get to the border, the more chaotic the place becomes.
But what he was looking for was the most chaotic place. Abbasogang's camp was very complicated. Generally speaking, it was divided into two camps, those who supported it and those who opposed it. But the real danger was not actually them, but the gangsters who were roaming around and committing crimes. There were many of them.
They all had guns and ammunition, and they were hiding in a corner to commit crimes.
In modern society, the cost of crime has been much lower. For those desperadoes, it is not uncommon for one person to have enough to eat and the whole family not to be hungry. It is not unusual for them to change places and ride a motorcycle overnight. The cost of changing places is not as high as before.
This has also made it very difficult for the authorities to clean up, and in many cases they have no choice but to let it go.
Moreover, after killing one batch, there will always be another batch. Cutting leeks is not that fast, and with the land to suppress it, a tacit underground order will be formed.
Dust is rising on the dirt road, and armed forces driving off-road vehicles can be seen everywhere. Many children, even half-grown, who in China should be in junior high school or even elementary school, are smoking cigarettes, wearing tattered clothes and holding hands. He was holding a weapon that could easily take the life of an adult.
It's so rusty that it's doubtful it will explode.
But the uncle driving the car seemed not to have seen it. He had long been accustomed to these scenes, and the faint sound of artillery not far away was even more frightening.
Bi Fang was about to roll down the window, but halfway, the uncle pulled him up again. He pointed to the big bag at Bi Fang's feet and shook his head seriously: "If you don't want to cause trouble, don't let them see you. , don’t look at them, just think that you are air and they are air too.”
Bi Fang nodded silently.
Until late at night, the group successfully arrived at Hodali, which was also the place agreed by the authorities to welcome Bi Fang.
Even if you haven't arrived in Yimen District, you can see that the nearby cities have been devastated. There was even a building directly collapsed on the road, followed by miserable cries, which made people faintly terrified. .
It was already very late, and Bi Fang didn't want to cause any trouble. He followed the address given to him by the person in charge and found the receptionist who had been waiting here for a long time.
After the two parties were polite and agreed to send each other to Yemen by helicopter tomorrow, the other party took Bi Fang to a hotel. It was a fantasy to find a hotel here. Even a place that was said to be a hotel, I'm afraid. It was also temporarily transformed from a residential building.
"Even though this place seems to be in chaos, sooner or later order will be restored here. You will see a different Abaso Gang, and it will also be different from here..."
In the early morning, Bi Fang met the receptionist again. The receptionist gave him a brief introduction to his country while guiding him. It was obvious that Bi Fang's arrival was actually playing a different kind of "propaganda" role.
After all, he is a major anchor with tens of millions of fans around the world, and the number of people active online in each live broadcast exceeds millions, so he cannot be looked down upon.
Through this approach, more people may be able to see Abbasogang's current situation, establish a positive image, and gain more international support. On the other hand, it may actually reveal dissatisfaction with a certain country.
Most of the war-torn areas in the world, not to mention 99%, at least more than half are caused by a certain country's reckless interference, and they still look like they are great and upright.
These are not unusual things, but Bi Fang was very curious about the "difference" in the receptionist's mouth.
"What's the difference?"
The receptionist smiled bitterly, but still told the truth: "There are very few people there anymore. I heard that you are the world's best survival master, but the only thing you can find there is cement and sand, not even steel bars. "
Bi Fang was thoughtful.
During the conversation, the two of them had arrived at the temporary troop garrison. After meeting with the commander inside, Bi was taken to a helicopter.
The SA342M light anti-tank armed helicopter is famous for its good flight performance, compactness and lightness, and is commonly known as the "little antelope".
Boarding the helicopter, the wings slowly rotated.
Bi Fang took out his drone, looked at the shrinking camp, and started the live broadcast.