Zhao Jianfei is now sitting in a car that is overloaded. He was surrounded by locals, and he wore a turban like that Afghans usually wear, with a turban and a face covered in road dust.

He is no stranger to Afghanistan. It was in Afghanistan that he and his twin brother began their career as mercenaries - salaries several times that of the United States, and at most they earned more than $50,000 a month.

However, in Zhao Jianfei's memory, Afghanistan does not just mean "beautiful", on the contrary, he remembers most of the things he remembers: hunger, poverty, war and even death. Thinking of the death of his younger brother Zhao Jianye made this memory of him even more painful.

The car looked like a truck, but it was actually tractor-like, so jolting that it made your stomach cramp. But Zhao Jianfei is not afraid, he hasn't eaten anything since yesterday. Because he knows what he's going to encounter along the way. He could do anything to get revenge, so he didn't sue anyone, not even the silver wolf.

A military company that has lived for several years, he said he left and left. It was not that he intended to abandon these brothers who had lived and died with him, but that Zhao Jianfei understood that what he was about to do was extremely dangerous. He didn't want to, because of his actions, it affected them. Zhao Jianfei still leaned on the car with his head down, and the violent bumps and shaking failed to change his posture.

The car was about to leave the government-controlled area, because there was a checkpoint ahead. Some provinces are under the influence of the Afghan government, while others are under the control of tribal forces. No matter what jurisdiction you are in, there are "elders" who are very prestigious in the local area, and the "elders" are generally the elders of the largest local families, and they are very "authoritative" in the local area.

Their private armed forces set up checkpoints on the edge of these districts to check on people coming and going. Zhao Jianfei's car was no exception, and was quickly intercepted by several people to check the items they were carrying.

Everyone was in the car, only Zhao Jianfei was still sitting there, holding an AK47 rifle in his arms, hanging his head, as if no one was around. No one seems to be able to change this action of his.

The armed men at the checkpoint were a little dissatisfied with his behavior, but they held back when they saw his posture. Because the armed man felt that this man seemed to be very difficult to mess with. He was just doing routine check-ups and didn't want to get into any argument with these people. And it seems that Zhao Jianfei has almost nothing on him except the gun. There's really nothing to look up. So they waved that they could get guò.

The driver turned his head to look at Zhao Jianfei, frowned, and said, "You'd better be cooperative, because a checkpoint won't be so friendly." ”

Zhao Jianfei smiled rarely, "A checkpoint should be there, Mussakara, right?"

"Yes, you've been here before?" said the driver shrugging, "You should be a Hazara, right?"

The Hazaras of Afghanistan look very similar to the Chinese because they are yellow people with a typical Mongol appearance. So the Chinese are often mistaken for Hazara by the locals.

Zhao Jianfei had been in Afghanistan for a while, but he shook his head and said, "I'm a foreigner. ”

"As a foreigner, you speak the local language pretty well. You'd better be careful, though, not every soldier at the checkpoint is good-tempered. It's just crazy, a foreigner running around without protection. The driver shook his head and sighed.

Transportation in Afghanistan is particularly poor, as 80 per cent of the country is mountainous. This journey takes about a day by car, and there are basically no stops along the way. Because the mountain road is not fast, there are many bends, most of them are mountain roads, not asphalt roads, and it is particularly difficult to walk.

However, they arrived at the Musakaqa checkpoint near late evening, where a group of armed men approached and surrounded the vehicle.

They noticed Zhao Jianfei, and then frowned and asked the driver a few words. The driver didn't dare to hide it, so he told them Zhao Jianfei's identity.

Zhao Jianfei still sat still, holding a gun in his arms, leaning against the car.

"Who are you?" said one of the armed men in English.

"I'm here for Ashraf. He knows who I am. Zhao Jianfei raised his head slowly, "I know a little Pashto, you don't have to talk to me in English." Go to Sue Sù Achraf, Gemini has come looking for him. ”

"Gemini? Not all strangers can come to see Elder Ashraf. The armed men of the guard frowned.

"Just give it to him and he'll know who I am. I can wait for him here. Zhao Jianfei took out a short knife from his robe and handed it to the armed man. This is a very delicate little scimitar.

The armed men looked at it and frowned slightly. Afghanistan's scimitar is very famous, but the one Zhao Jianfei took out is obviously the best of the best. The ivory handle is inlaid with gold and silver, and at first glance it is not an ordinary knife. After pulling out the scabbard, the blade of the knife did not shine like a normal knife, but looked extremely dull, and the body of the knife was densely covered with colorful dark patterns.

Several of the guards looked at each other and whispered a few words. Then someone walked away with a knife.

The rest of the people also put away their guns and said to Zhao Jianfei, ". ”

Zhao Jianfei nodded, and continued to sit there holding the gun without saying a word. About forty minutes later, a middle-aged man came over with a large group of people. The man was dressed in camouflage and had a thick beard. After he saw Zhao Jianfei, he was stunned for a moment, then walked over with a laugh and hugged Zhao Jianfei, "Sure enough, it's you, our friend." ”

Zhao Jianfei also smiled and hugged him, "Is Elder Ashraf here?"

"Yes, of course, he's waiting for you. God, I really didn't expect to see you again, my friend, you are still as strong as a tiger. The middle-aged Afghan man patted him on the back, like a child with joy.

"Take me to the elders. Zhao Jianfei smiled.

"Of course, he was overjoyed to hear that you were coming. "The middle-aged man seems to be a person of great status, and these militants all maintain a fairly respectful attitude towards him.

The middle-aged man took Zhao Jianfei into a car and personally sent him to see Elder Ashraf. These local militants all looked at it in a daze. They all knew that this middle-aged man was the son of an elder, but they didn't know what the hell was the origin of this seemingly silent and inconspicuous person, and even the bearded middle-aged man was so enthusiastic about him.