"Grandpa, you...what's wrong with your leg?" Seeing Karachev sitting in the wheelchair, the boy's eyes immediately turned red outside the window, and he didn't even bother to go through the main entrance. He rushed in through the window and almost
He jumped in front of Karachev in one step.
"Grandpa, this...is this a gunshot wound?" Looking at Karachev's bandaged injured leg, the young man's eyes showed hatred, and he murmured: "I want to kill them, I must kill them...
…”
"Child, don't be impulsive..."
Kalachev grabbed his grandson's hand and said: "Umnik, don't let hatred blind your eyes. War has always been cruel. Grandpa just broke a leg. Compared with those who died,
I am already very lucky..."
Compared with the meat grinder-like fighting in Moscow during World War II, today's war cannot be called a war at all in Karachev's eyes. Karachev was already content to survive, but now he has suffered so much.
Injury, I really don’t take it to heart.
Especially when he saw his grandson back safe and sound, Kalachev was even more happy. Originally, the reason why he was unwilling to leave this town was because he was afraid that Umnik would not be able to find him after he went down the mountain. Now that his grandson is back, Kalachev will not be able to find him again.
No more worries.
"But, grandpa, your legs..."
The child's mind is always very simple and stubborn. After hearing the old man's words, Umnik still said reluctantly: "Grandpa, don't worry, I will secretly shoot them. I must kill them."
Several people will avenge you..."
Umnik understood that the reason why his grandfather was injured was because he had escaped into the mountains to cover himself that day. Thinking of this, Umnik, who depended on Karachev for life, felt even more uncomfortable.
"Silly boy, grandpa wants revenge. He just took his gun and went..."
Karachev lightly slapped his grandson on the back of the head and said: "You also know how many people have died in this town over the years, including your parents. Who are you looking for to avenge this? No one will do this.
Paying for the war..."
Hearing his grandfather mention his parents, Umnike immediately shut up. He was only a few years old when his parents died. He was not very sensible. When he grew up, he couldn't tell who his parents were at all.
The death at the hands of government troops was at the hands of Russian troops, let alone revenge.
"Nico, why did you come down from the mountain?" Karachev suddenly thought of this question and asked: "Did someone from the government army enter the mountain?"
"No, with their little courage, they don't even dare to enter the mountain." Umnik looked at his grandfather with a look of disdain on his face and said, "Grandpa, I miss you, I... I'm afraid
I'll never see you again..."
Although it is said that the children of the poor have already become their own family, and they are led by veterans like Kalachev, Umnik is still a child after all. After hiding in the mountains for a period of time, he still couldn't bear the loneliness and longing for his relatives, secretly
ran down the mountain.
"It'll be good to come back, it'll be good to come back..."
After talking to Umnik for a few words, Kalachev looked at Qin Feng with a hopeful look on his face and said: "Qin, my grandson is back, I hope... I hope you can send him out together...
"
Since he had vowed just now that he would not leave Baku Town, Karachev was a little embarrassed to speak for a while, so he just asked Qin Feng to send his grandson without mentioning himself.
"No problem, he will leave with Elena." Qin Feng nodded simply and said, "Uncle Karachev, won't you leave together?"
"I..." Karachev opened his mouth.
"Grandpa, where are we going? If you don't leave, I won't leave either..." Umnico's eyes widened. He still didn't know what happened.
"Uncle Karachev, you and Umnik leave together." Qin Feng saw Karachev's thoughts. Then he said: "You just need to draw me the place where you found the six-hundred-year-old ginseng."
, I will arrange the rest..."
"Qin, thank you very much."
This time Kalachev did not refuse, but said: "Qin, in fact, I know a few places where old ginseng is hidden in the Anochenk Mountains, but those places are too dangerous and difficult to find.
, I have never gone in depth myself, so be careful when you go there..."
"Okay, Uncle Karachev, you can draw it together. I will leave tomorrow..." Qin Feng nodded. For him, there are too few places in the world that can bring him danger. Even if
Even if we encounter some natural disasters, we may not be able to defeat Qin Feng.
"Why are you in such a hurry?" After hearing Qin Feng's words, Peng Hong said, "Qin Feng, should we rest here for two days? Wait until your people arrive before leaving?"
"Brother Hong, I'm going by myself, you have to stay..." Qin Feng shook his head and said: "The people who come should be Chinese. When the time comes, you can help escort Uncle Karachev and the others to Moscow. This time
Even if you complete the employment mission..."
Peng Hong's task of leading the way was indeed completed, and he also found Karachev. Qin Feng didn't want to take him with him for the rest. After all, Peng Hong was not a ginseng picker and was not familiar with those mountains and jungles.
He will only be a burden.
"How...how can this be done?"
Peng Hong shook his head repeatedly and said: "Qin Feng, I know that my cultivation is not as good as yours, but two people are worse than one person. I can usually give you a blow. If something happens, the two of us will be better." Is it easy to deal with?"
As early as Qin Feng gave the one million that was half sold and half extorted to Peng Hong, Peng Hong made up his mind that even if he paid the price of his life, he would help Qin Feng fulfill his wish this time, so where could he
Are you willing to leave Qin Feng now?
"Brother Hong, let me tell you something you don't want to hear. You following me are really a burden..."
Qin Feng showed a wry smile on his face and said: "Actually, it only takes me an hour or two at most from the forest farm to Kuhl Town, but it took us a whole day to walk together. You understand
?"
Although Qin Feng didn't want to hit Peng Hong, what he said was true. If it were Qin Feng himself, it would only take him ten hours or even less to travel hundreds of kilometers of mountain roads, but if he took Peng Hong with him, I'm afraid at least
It takes three or four days to go.
"I...I understand, Qin Feng, I won't drag you back. I won't follow you this time." Hearing Qin Feng's words, Peng Hong's smile was a little bitter. He found that even if his cultivation level broke through
Although he had gained An Jin, he still couldn't keep up with Qin Feng. This young man was too unfathomable.
Qin Feng laughed when he heard this, patted Peng Hong on the shoulder, and said: "Brother Hong, you have done me a great favor this time by helping me send Uncle Karachev and the others to Moscow..."
Although Bai Zhentian made a guarantee on the phone that these people would be sent out.
But Qin Feng knew that with the Russian army and Chechen armed forces blocking the border respectively, it was not easy to leave Chechnya. Some accidents might happen, so with Peng Hong, the secret agent
Qin Feng will feel more at ease if the Jin master follows.
"Don't worry, Uncle Karachev is also my friend!" Peng Hong nodded seriously and said, "Even if I risk my life, I will send them to Moscow safely..."
"By the way, Brother Hong, after going to Moscow, do you still want to find your sweetheart?" Qin Feng's words made Peng Hong's face turn red. The tragic atmosphere that had just been created was replaced by Qin Feng and Qin's words.
The wind destroyed everything intentionally or unintentionally.
"Nico, go take out Grandpa's notebook. I want to confirm the scale of some roads..."
When Qin Feng and Peng Hong were talking, Kalachev also whispered to his grandson what happened. He is old now and his memory is not very good. If he goes there in person, he can walk out with his eyes closed.
Now I have to rely on a notebook to draw.
After Nico brought the notebook, paper and drawing board, Kalachev started to draw. As expected, he didn't boast, he just drew a little something. Qin Feng could tell. Kalachev drew on the paper.
The lines provided are indeed very professional.
Qin Feng and Peng Hong stopped talking and watched Kalachev draw pictures. After more than two hours, Kalachev stopped writing with a tired look. On his drawing board, he had already drawn three pictures.
A map.
"Qin, the first two maps should be more accurate, but this last one..."
Karachev said apologetically: "The place shown on the last map is very steep, and the geographical location is also very strange. It is windy all year round, but I feel that there are old ginseng there, but I have never been inside. The situation inside
I can't draw it, and the terrain outside is very convoluted, so my drawing may be a little off..."
Kalachev relied on his own experience and some very special marks on the road to tell the direction in the mountains, so if he were asked to draw a map, many things would not be reflected. Kalachev did not dare to deceive Qin Feng.
After all, this is related to Qin Feng's safety in the mountains.
"That's enough, as long as it gets me there."
Qin Feng nodded. He could even withstand the 10,000-meter strong wind on Sanjie Mountain. He really didn't believe that any wind in this world could stop his steps. You know, even if he was standing in the eye of a tornado, Qin Feng
Even the wind can stand still.
"Grandpa, is the place you are talking about the mouth of hell?" Before Karachev could speak, Umnik pointed to the third map and said: "I know this place and have been to it. It is called the mouth of hell...
"
"Oh? Why is it called such a name?" Qin Feng looked at Umnico with interest. Although he was not afraid, it would not be a bad thing to know more about the situation.
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ps: First update, I posted a photo on **, you can go and take a look. The platform number of Fatty** is: dayan-real, which is easy to find. (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated.
