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    The truck drove all the way south. In the dark night, Kabul, a city surrounded by mountains and rivers and famous for its rich tulips, but now full of desolation, gradually disappeared into the night.  The sky is gradually getting brighter, and looking around, we can see the vast desert and the dead sea of ??sand.  Vigorous and quiet, everything is yellow, yellow, always hot yellow.  It is as if nature has solidified the turbulent waves and emptying angry waves in an instant, making it stay still forever.  When the morning glow comes out, the fog color in the distance gradually changes from white to red, and the red sun on the desert is as dazzling as a huge red agate.  The sun is rising higher and higher, illuminating the silent waves on the sandy sea. The coldness in the night has receded. The wind is rolling in the heat waves in the desert in the distance, bringing up large tracts of yellow sand. There is a chill between heaven and earth, even if they are far apart.  You can also faintly hear the melodious camel bells that seem to come from the sky.  In an instant, a gray fog of sand rose from the desert.  A passenger bus was driving hard on the desert. At a glance, everywhere was monotonous yellow, not even a tree. The vastness of the desert made people feel tired, and they could never see the end of the road.  It was nearly noon, and the sun was high in the sky, making the desert smoke.  The truck stopped and Yang Luo jumped out of the car. Even through the thick soles of his shoes, he could feel the scalding heat of the sand.  The few men who followed the escaped Maihesumu Aishan looked at this rough and straightforward land. Facing this scene, they felt the horror of the desert for the first time.  Abdul took off the water bottle hanging on his body and threw it to Yang Luo. He said in broken English: "Drink, my brother!" Yang Luo unscrewed the lid and took a sip: "Why should we go through the desert instead of the road?  "The muscles on Abdul's face moved. Because the beard on his face was too thick and thick, it was hard to tell whether he was smiling: "A few years ago, a flat road was built from Kabul to Kandahar. It only takes five people.  We can get there in an hour. But there are government troops on the road, and we can't take that route." Yang Luo nodded, and Abdullah continued: "We are not far from Kandahar, and it will take about one day to reach the base.  We will arrive at noon tomorrow." Yang Luo tilted his head and looked at Guihu and the others. The three women were sitting in the shade of the truck eating. Next to them were doctors from the medical team. They all looked at the long yellow sand without any expression.  A look full of despair.  Being kidnapped into the desert, even if there was a chance to escape, he probably wouldn't be able to get out of the desert.  Only Li Yun was calm, eating and drinking when he should, and whispering something to his colleagues around him from time to time.  After resting for about half an hour, everyone got on the bus again. Yang Luo sat next to Li Yun, then held Li Yun's hand with his generous hand, squeezed it, and then let go.  Li Yun felt the heat coming from Yang Luo's hand and her face turned slightly red. She knew that Yang Luo was not taking advantage of her, but was comforting her and telling her that I am here and there is no need to be afraid.  Li Yun lowered her head, with a smile on her face, but the smile disappeared in a flash. Then she shook Yang Luo's hand and nodded invisibly.  The actions of the two people were very secretive, and the weather was hot, the truck was still open, and there was wind and sand in the morning. Everyone was made gray and drowsy with their eyes closed.  There was just one person who was squinting his eyes slightly and staring coldly at Yang Luo. This guy was Li Jinlong.  He sat opposite Yang Luo and Li Yun, and happened to see Yang Luo's little move.  Seeing that Yang Luo was still taking advantage of Li Yun, he clenched his fists tightly with anger rising.  But he is not stupid. No matter how angry he is, if he dares to come forward at this time, he has absolutely no doubt that he will be thrown out of the car by these terrorists, die in the desert, and finally be roasted or fucked by wild beasts.  Eat.  It was just the next scene that made him suddenly widen his eyes. Li Yun, who was cold and beautiful in his eyes but had always taken care of him like a sister, actually reached out and shook the terrorist's hand.  This made him feel confused. Wasn't Sister Yun insulted by that guy?  But Sister Yun didn't seem to have any hatred at all. Instead, he saw a smile on Sister Yun's face. Although the smile disappeared in a flash, he did see it and it was definitely not an illusion.  Li Jinlong is not stupid. No fool would be admitted to Fudan Medical College and get a master's degree.  But he still couldn't figure out what was going on.  But he also suppressed the doubts in his heart. There was no doubt that there was a problem here.  He didn't believe that after a woman was raped by a man, the woman would fall in love with the rapist. This kind of bloody plot might only appear in movies.  At midnight, the car drove to Maywand, not far from its destination, Kandahar, an important town in southern Afghanistan. Bactriya, who was driving, slowed down and a burst of singing came from the open window of the cab.  Maihe Sumu Aishan, Abdul Reyim and Abdul, who were sitting in the carriage, also sang along.    Li Tao and Madman glanced at Yang Luo. Yang Luo pursed his lips. This is an Afghan folk song. It is very popular among the Taliban, Al Qaeda, and the Eastern Islamic Movement.  The song is about Malalai, a patriotic heroine of Afghanistan. During the Battle of Maywand between Britain and Afghanistan in 1880, the Afghan girl Malalai stepped forward and called on the men in the village to defend their homes and country.  The story of the army joining forces to attack the enemy and finally achieving a glorious victory.  The singing was very hard to listen to. It went back and forth for more than ten minutes before it stopped. Abdul said: "Brother, do you know? This is Mewand. Mewand is the most proud place for us Afghans. We are the most proud of Afghanistan."  The outstanding woman, the heroine Malalai is buried here." After speaking, he stood up and gave the highest salute to the invisible Mewandetta with a solemn face.  Yang Luo once saw on the Internet that Liu Hulan, Dong Cunrui, Zhao Yiman, Lei Feng and other national heroes were pranked by some people, and he was very angry at that time.  The revolutionary martyrs gave up their freedom and laid the foundation of New China with their lives and blood. It can be said that without their selfless dedication, there would be no China today.  But some people unscrupulously insult them for fun and wantonly trample on the Chinese nation's unyielding and sacrificial spiritual beliefs. This is not ignorance but crime.  It is a crime against history and the Chinese nation.  And a nation that does not respect and worship heroes has no future.  Yang Luo couldn't help but feel sad when he looked at Abdul. The terrorists in Afghanistan respected their national hero so much.  But my country, China, a nation with thousands of years of history, is so unbearable that we take pleasure in the heroes of our own nation.  If these heroes knew underground that they exchanged their blood and lives for such treatment by future generations, I wonder how they would feel.  Will he crawl out from the ground and take away those ignorant and stupid guys?  The truck drove into Kandahar under the cover of night. This place where Taliban made his fortune was also the ancient capital of Afghanistan. It is located in the Alghamb Valley in southern Afghanistan. It is the second largest city in Afghanistan and the capital of Kandahar Province. It is 1,000 meters above sea level.  Domi.  Kandahar is a famous commercial center, military town and transportation hub in Afghanistan. It is also the main distribution center for fruits and wool produced in Afghanistan. Since the collapse of the Taliban regime, it has become a terrorist base camp, and even Al Qaeda is located here.  Among them, one can imagine how dangerous this place is.  Yang Luo looked at this place that had been repeatedly baptized by the flames of war and soaked repeatedly with the blood of countless heroic soldiers, and his eyes became a little deep.  The car suddenly stopped. This is a slum. Apart from low, dilapidated or even collapsed buildings, they are almost all sheds built with torn plastic sheets and wood.  Maihesumu Aishan said to Yang Luo: "Take you to meet a friend!" Yang Luo curled his lips. He could guess that Maihesumu Aishan was taking him to meet someone from the Al Qaeda organization.  The number one figure, Ayman al-Zawahiri.  Yang Luo winked at Guihu, Blood Angel and Hongye, and then got out of the car with only Li Tao and Madman.  Led by Maihe Sumu Aishan, Abdul Reyim and Abdul, we walked for more than ten minutes and came to an ordinary house, but it looked pretty good.  Abdul knocked on the rusty iron door rhythmically. Soon the door opened a crack, and a head poked out. When he saw it was Abdul, he smiled slightly and opened the door.  Abdul turned aside, Maihe Sumu Aishan and Abdul Reyimu walked in first, followed closely by Yang Luo, Li Tao and Madman, and then Abdul came in.  The door slammed shut, and Yang Luo looked at the ordinary stone house in front of him, no different from other residential houses around it.  To say it is different, it is relatively large.  At this time, a man who was about two meters tall, with broad shoulders and a round waist, came out of the house, like a big bear.  This guy is not wearing a white robe and scarf like other Afghans. Instead, he is wearing desert camouflage and high-cut land combat boots.  There is also a shocking scar on his face, whether it was caused by a knife or a bullet.  When Abdulreim and Abdul saw this man, their faces showed genuine respect and admiration.  Yang Luo narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the guy in front of him.  But this guy just glanced at Li Tao and Madman, and then cast his arrogant and condescending gaze on Yang Luo.  Maihe Sumu Aishan felt that the atmosphere was a bit depressing, and said with a smile: "Adair, long time no see, I brought a friend to introduce you." He pointed to Yang Luo, "This is from China.  Yang is also my brother." Then he looked at Yang Luo, "This is Saif Al-Adair, you can just call him Adair." An imperceptible smile appeared at the corner of Yang Luo's mouth.  , even if he didn't introduce him to me, he would still know this guy.  The highest-level military leader of Al Qaeda organized the 1998 Kenyan Revolution.?and the U.S. Embassy bombing in Tanzania.  Like Zawahiri, he was also a member of the Egyptian Islamic Jihad.  Since the death of the lamp puller, Zawahiri came to power, and he has become Zawahiri's most effective assistant. He is wanted by the Yankees with a reward of 25 million US dollars.  There have been rumors that this guy is hiding in Pakistan, but I didn't expect that he is still in Afghanistan.  Yang Luo took a step forward, stretched out his hand and said calmly: "Nice to meet you, Mr. Adair." Adair looked at Yang Luo condescendingly, and then snorted coldly, as if he didn't see Yang Luo's extended hand.  hand, turned around and said, "Not everyone is qualified to shake my hand."
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