The man was completely unconscious and passed out. I gasped for breath as I turned my head to look at the men who were grappling next to me. To be honest, I'm exhausted at the moment, and I can't even breathe.

Around me were four men, Sadat and his son, plus Ashraf, and the three of them together against one of the three bearded men who had risen up to besiege me. I saw that Sadat's son held down the bearded man's two hands, Ashraf pressed the bearded man's legs, and Sadat himself rode on the bearded man, shook off his arms and raised his fists and slammed them in the bearded face.

I moved and stood up against the iron fence on one side. I looked past the men who were grappling to the guy who had bent his left arm and held his severed finger upright in front of him, and his right hand was already standing up against the wall.

The guy's gaze quickly locked on me as well, and his eyes were more hateful than before. He suddenly screamed and rushed at me as soon as he stood still, and after a few steps, he bent over my stomach with his right shoulder like a bull, and pushed me all the way up against the wall.

He used his death force this time, but fortunately I blocked my arm in front of my abdomen to offset a certain amount of impact, otherwise it would have been hard for him to hit him and his intestines would have to be knotted.

I was quickly pushed back to the wall, and I pressed one foot against the base of the wall to stop myself from retreating. Then he pulled out his right arm hard, and after taking two breaths, he slammed the elbow of his right arm into the guy's back, but the guy seemed to be desperate, although the smashing sound was like beating a drum, but the bastard just couldn't let go.

I'm running out of energy, but luckily this bastard doesn't do anything but push hard at the moment. I stopped my attack and took a few quick breaths. After relieving myself a bit, I grabbed the guy's clothes with my right hand and lifted him up, and when the bastard saw me pull him down instinctively, I immediately switched my strength and pressed him down, then lifted the knee of my left leg and slammed it into his chest.

Listening to the muffled sound of "dong", this guy's strength was obviously relaxed. I gritted my teeth and held my breath, and slammed it again. After this collision, this guy finally couldn't resist, and slowly retreated backwards.

It was an opportunity, but I was running out of energy. Holding my breath just now made it a little difficult for me to breathe. It seems that I have been too lacking in exercise recently, maybe it is because the previous days have been too hard and my body has not recovered, or maybe I am getting older, and my physical strength is not as good as before.

I leaned against the wall and took a few breaths in a row, and at this moment Sadat and they had finished fighting. The bearded man on the ground who had been dealt with by them had fainted and was silent. They quickly surrounded the guy in the middle, and just as they were about to make a move on him, there was movement from outside.

The guy who looked like an Indian appeared outside the cell, he looked at the people lying on the floor, and we who were about to do it, and shouted at the two guys who had been watching the show.

The two guys who were watching the play seemed to be very frightened, and quickly opened the cell door, and while the two men were watching us with guns outside, they kicked us out of the cell with sticks. Then the two guys, under the instructions of the Indian-like guy, examined the three men lying on the ground, and the bastard who was already sitting on the ground with a broken finger.

After the two military policemen had checked and reported, the man yelled at both of them and motioned for them to carry out those who had fainted. After leaving only the four of us in the cell, the man leaned against the iron fence and looked at us and said a word.

Ashraf whispered, "He said this place is ours, and if he wants to be better, stay honest." ”

After saying this, the man pointed at me and said two words. Ashraf whispered, "He asked you where you were from, and he said you weren't the person you were supposed to be here. “

I thought about it... It's all like that now ... It must not be exposed casually. In case you tell him that I am Chinese, and then send me to the Chinese embassy in Pakistan, or ask the embassy to send someone to pick me up. And then tell them that I ran away from Afghanistan? What would the people back home say?

Then you have to ask ... What are you doing in Afghanistan? Did you go to help TLB? What should I say?

I'm sure I can't admit it... Then I must have asked, since it's not, what are you going to do?

Did I really say I was going to climb the mountain? What about my injuries and previous scars? And what will they say about the people around them, they are all simple ordinary people, and they don't all say it all about scaring and scare. There must be a plot in that story where we are with TLB and then fight the Yankees... That's all over... When the time comes, I'll just have my whole body and mouth, and I can't tell you clearly...

Thinking of this, I looked at Ashraf and said, "Tell him... I am Kazakh. We are not TLB. “

Ashraf looked at me, nodded, and turned to the guy to say a word. The man smiled, looked at me, nodded, and turned away.

After this man left, I sat down against the wall, I looked at my hand, and the punch just now hit the other person's mouth and hit the teeth, although the guy's lips were broken, but the back of my hand was also spent. And my face, which seems to be broken in my mouth, is still bleeding.

I spat bloody foam into the corner, looked at the blood stains left by the guys on the ground, and said to Ashraf, "Why do they hate us so much?" And is this guy okay? I finished and gestured to the guide, who had been sitting against the wall.

"He was knocked unconscious." Ashraf said, "TLB doesn't let everyone escape... Let's fight them against the Americans. Many were also forcibly dragged to fight the Americans. ”

"So what are they doing here? Did the Pakistanis take them from Afghanistan? I asked.

Ashraf shrugged his shoulders to indicate that he didn't know, but after a moment he spoke again, "Maybe they're here on a mission." ”

I nodded, it was a real possibility. Didn't the old guy from Sabah just want to occupy the border mountains and then transport people and supplies through Pakistan? I looked at the still dazed guide, "Is he really okay?" Do you want the guards here to figure it out? “

Ashraf nodded, walked to the iron fence and shouted a few words, and soon one of the two who had just watched the excitement came over, and after listening to Achraf's words with a look of annoyance, he just glanced at the guide and turned to leave without saying anything.

Ashraf sat back and said with some concern: "What will they do with us?" Will we be sent back to Afghanistan, or to some concentration camp? “