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    Peshawar is divided into Old City, New City and University City.  The old city was formed in the 15th century during the Mughal Dynasty in India. It has not changed much for hundreds of years. The dirt roads are very narrow and spiral like a maze. The buildings along the roads have a strong Indian style.  Three days later, Peshawar still has not changed much. There are still so many motor vehicles, horse-drawn carriages, and rickshaws walking through the streets. Businessmen in neat suits pass by tribal residents with white scarves on their heads and gray beards.  Ragged beggars and children can still be seen everywhere, and they follow every foreign guest like a shadow.  It's just that the weather is a little unusual. It's the end of December. The highest daytime temperature at this time of year is only over 20 degrees, but today it's definitely over 30 degrees.  It's winter and it's getting hotter and colder, which makes me a little irritated.  Maihesumu Aishan, Abdurexiti and their subordinates were scattered and walking on the streets, no different from the local civilians who had nothing to do.  Yang Luo, Li Tao, Madman and Abu walked at the end, admiring the scenery on both sides of the street.  A group of people seemed to have no purpose, just wandering around. As time went by, they crossed the railway across the city from the old city to the new city.  The new town was built during the British colonial rule in the 19th century. It was also called the barracks area because it was once a British military garrison.  Near the Neustadt Central Market, you can see the fortress-like American Consulate.  Surveillance cameras and barbed wire are installed above the high walls of the consulate, surrounded by solid roadblocks and Pakistani soldiers with live ammunition.  The American Club near the consulate is a gathering place for Western diplomats, journalists and staff of United Nations agencies in Peshawar.  A security warning from the U.S. Consulate is posted on a bulletin board in the club's corridor, warning Westerners to avoid going to places where locals gather.  Yang Luo stood opposite the U.S. Consulate and watched. Li Tao and Madman stood behind Yang Luo. Abu stood next to Yang Luo. He didn't know what Yang Luo was looking at, so he imitated Yang Luo, crossing his legs and slouching his arms.  He tilted his head and still had a cigarette in his mouth. He always felt that he looked cool like this.  Yang Luo and the four of them stood there for five or six minutes. Two Pakistani soldiers who were in charge of guarding the US consulate on the opposite side came over.  Originally, the expressions on the two people's faces were very serious, but after seeing the faces of Yang Luo and the others, their serious expressions instantly thawed.  "Chinese?" Yang Luo smiled and nodded: "Yes, we are Chinese." The two soldiers smiled, first saluted Yang Luo, and then shook hands warmly: "Welcome Chinese brothers to Pakistan  !¡± Yang Luo was also very polite: ¡°Thank you, you are our brothers too.¡± The two Pakistani soldiers were very happy. If they were not still on duty, the two guys would have taken Yang Luo to have a good meal.  Seeing the two soldiers walking back, Yang Luo couldn't help but sigh.  Whenever he goes to any country, when someone asks, he will say, are you Japanese or Korean?  Only in Pakistan, whether it is soldiers, police or ordinary people, they will ask you if you are Chinese.  Yang Luo took a last puff of cigarette and stomped on the ground with the cigarette butt still in his mouth.  Abu also followed Yang Luo's example and threw the cigarette butt on the ground, then stepped on it.  Yang Luo tilted his head and glanced at Abu. He didn't know what was wrong with this kid.  After returning to the small building behind the warehouse yesterday, I started imitating every move I made.  Abu felt Yang Luo looking at him, a little confused, so he poked Yang Luo's arm: "They are far away, hurry up and follow them." Yang Luo said; "Follow me when you take action, don't leave me  One meter away." Abu didn't understand what he meant, but he nodded anyway; "I know!" Yang Luo and the four of them continued to move forward. In fact, it didn't matter if they couldn't keep up with the people in front. They were originally afraid of attracting attention.  Walking in scattered directions.  Just meet at the appointed place at three o'clock, and then take action before school ends at four-thirty.  It was not even eleven o'clock yet, and there was plenty of time, so Yang Luo was not in a hurry and just walked slowly.  At this time, a street appeared in front of him. Abu pointed to that street and said excitedly: "The whole street there is full of gun shops. They have all kinds of guns. Do you want to go and have a look?" Yang Luo nodded: "Let's go and have a look.  "Peshawar is a world dominated by Pathans, that is, Pashtun men. The Pathans do not have Schwarzenegger-like physiques, but they are very strong and aggressive by nature. Peshawar stretches in the north and south directions.  The Pakistani government has no control over this area, the largest tribal area in the world. The Patan tribal elders have the final say.  The Pathans have never surrendered to any dynasty. Even the British, who had the whole of India surrendered, were defeated by the Pathans.  Yang Luo walked into the street, and there were people carrying guns everywhere.Pedestrians mostly use fully automatic rifles, semi-automatic rifles and shotguns with relatively high firepower. Street stalls are full of people selling guns and ammunition. You can buy a pistol for a few tens of RMB, and all the more expensive ones.  The automatic rifle only costs 700 to 800 yuan.  There are all kinds of guns here, including shoulder-fired rocket launchers.  It can be said that this is a small world small arms exhibition.  But due to the proliferation of guns, in many cases, gunfire often occurs when there is a disagreement or some dispute. This is a common thing in Peshawar and many places in Pakistan.  No, Yang Luo and the others heard a burst of gunfire as soon as they walked out of this street.  Two Pakistanis who had drawn out their pistols and started shooting at each other after an altercation on the street saw Yang Luo and the others walking by. They ignored them at first, but after seeing that Yang Luo had an oriental face, a guy hid in the corner and beat him.  call.  "Are you Chinese?" Yang Luo nodded, and the other guy poked his head in the corner not far away. Knowing that Yang Luo and the others were Chinese, he immediately stopped shooting, and then the two guys smiled and talked to Yang Luo and the others.  He said hello and gestured, telling them to get out of the way to avoid accidental injuries. After Yang Luo and the others had gone away, the two Pakistanis continued the previous gunfight!  Yang Luo looked back and suddenly laughed: "How interesting!" The madman curled his lips and said, "With their shooting skills, there probably won't be any results tomorrow morning." Yang Luo shook his head, and by this time they were out of sight.  After arriving in the new city, we headed towards the border of Pakistan and Afghanistan, and soon arrived at the university town.  There are more than a dozen universities and scientific research institutions in Peshawar concentrated here. With lush trees and blooming flowers, the old appearance of the City of Ten Thousand Flowers can be vaguely seen.  Yang Luo walked through the quiet campus with his hands behind his back. Occasionally, one or two students wearing Muslim robes could be seen sitting on a bench under the shade of a tree, reading, making people temporarily forget the pain of the war.  However, as soon as I left the school and walked along University Road, I saw a series of Afghan refugee camps.  Several adults sat in front of the dilapidated adobe house, their eyes lifeless.  As soon as the child sees a passing car, he runs over to it, knocks on the car window, and begs for change.  Yang Luo looked at everything in front of him, sighed and said: "As far as I know, more than 200,000 Afghan refugees have returned home from Pakistan, but there are still nearly one million refugees stranded here." After speaking, he looked up at the refugees.  The ruins of large adobe houses left behind after departure.  The former City of Flowers, like its neighbor Afghanistan, will take longer to heal the wounds of war.  After leaving Daxue Road, they walked aimlessly. At about 2:30, Yang Luo and the others returned to Xincheng.  Located in a dilapidated Islamic church in the southeast of the new city, there is a minivan parked inside, and the compartment behind the truck is covered with a rainproof sheet.  Maihe Sumu Aishan and Abdul Rexiti had arrived early. Seeing Yang Luo and the four others arriving, Maihe Sumu Aishan smiled and said, "Why did you come here?" Yang Luo said, "Go to the university town.  Look, the environment there is nice. I didn¡¯t expect that there is such a paradise in Peshawar.¡± Maihesumu Aishan said: ¡°There is no paradise in Peshawar, but it is too important to Pakistan, so there are them all around.  The price to pay for carrying out terrorist attacks there is too high, so it has been peaceful these past few years. Maihe Sumu Aishan said, with a flash of anger in his eyes: "Sooner or later, I will make it a place."  A ruin.  " Yang Luo raised a faint smile at the corner of his mouth, looked at the time and said: "It's almost time, we should take action.  " Maihesumu Aishan nodded and waved his hand. The two terrorists lifted off the tarpaulin on the truck, then jumped on the truck, took out several wooden boxes inside and opened them. They saw that they were all 16 and 16.  Two shoulder-mounted rocket launchers. Yang Luo picked up a 16. The smell of ink proved that these guns were brand new. With a clatter, Yang Luo pulled the bolt, then turned around and pointed the black hole at the gun.  The atmosphere in the entire space suddenly condensed, squeezing everyone's hearts like a substance, giving people a suffocating feeling, especially since there was no sound in the church.  They felt an unprecedented pressure. Abdulrexiti's body suddenly froze, his face instantly turned pale, and he stared blankly at the black hole of the gun, and his throat rolled.  Suddenly, his mind went blank. He didn't know why Yang Luo pointed a gun at Abdurexi. Was it still the same thing as yesterday? Didn't he forgive Abdurexi?  There was a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, and he could clearly hear his heartbeat. As a core figure of the Eastern Islamic Movement, he had fought countless wars with the Taliban, and his body was covered with blood.Dao left many scars, and it was not without his enemies pointing at his head, but he had never been able to resist Yang Luo like today.  He knew that this feeling was dangerous, but there was a voice in his heart telling him not to move. If he moved, he would be fatally wounded.  This feeling of powerlessness made him very angry. Even when facing thousands of enemies, he had never been so powerless.  It might have been twenty or thirty seconds, but to Abdurexiti, it seemed like a century had passed.  There were more and more sweat beads on his face, and the clothes on his body were soaked with sweat.  Maihesumu Aishan's expression kept changing. Just when he opened his mouth to speak, he heard Yang Luo burst out laughing and put down the gun in his hand: "I was just joking to scare you."
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