Chapter 102: Thirty Days of Hell (9)
The old guy Younis was obviously very dissatisfied with Balotov's statement, he looked at Balotov very seriously and said, "I'm not here for a tourist, you understand?" That guy is definitely here or in Tajikistan now. His mission is clear, as clear as we are. I have to know where he is, remember! Yes must know! And as soon as possible! β
Balotov stared at the old guy for a moment, then nodded and said, "I understand." I'll let the others know as soon as possible so they can find out what happened to this man. He paused for a moment, "It's not something I can control, but I promise you that we'll do our best here." β
Seeing that Balotov's attitude was not bad, the old guy sighed and said: "Mine tells you, that guy is a great threat to us, really big. He knows us, and even knows a lot about ourselves that we don't necessarily know ourselves. The old guy rolled his eyes as he spoke, "It sounds like a twist, but it's like I said." β
"I understand." Balotov shrugged his shoulders and said: "That's why you risked running to this country." β
"It's good to understand." The old guy nodded, "Is there anything else you would like to explain?" β
Balotov looked at me and said, "When you enter the southern region, try not to approach the villages there, that is, it is better to eat and sleep in the open and avoid being discovered." Although these Ahmeds will tell you, I still want to emphasize to you that although the Americans have an absolute advantage there, there are still many small-scale sneak attacks, raids, homemade bomb attacks. And there are also many operations against these Americans, even special operations, if you often go in and out of various small villages, first, it is easy to be discovered, and secondly, you are likely to be implicated in some actions. β
I nodded in understanding, "Is it true that the further south you go, the stronger the anti-American armed forces are?" β
"It also depends on the place." "If we were in the province of Uruzgan, where we were going, as long as we stayed in relatively large cities, there would normally be no fierce fighting, and the TLB had withdrawn from these places and only operated in more remote places, more like partisans. And to the south came out of Uruzgan province, especially several cities north of Kandahar, where the fierce fighting was now more mundane and intense. There are also many TLB forces operating in the mountainous areas north-east of Kandahar, south of Kabul and south-east. β
"In these places. . . Are there still people in the city villages? I asked.
"Yes. Of course. Bartolov nodded, "No one wants these people to run around, TLB doesn't want it, and neither do the Americans." The TLB needs cover and some material support, as well as intelligence gathering. The Americans, on the other hand, are afraid that once these people move around, the real armed men will be mixed in. So no one wants them to run away. And these people may not know where to run, they can't run far, they don't have transportation, they don't even have a donkey, and if they run out, they may be killed. β
"That... Don't they be terrified every day? No security at all? I continued to ask.
"So what? Nobody cares about that. The people there are no safer, if not more dangerous, than the combatants of the warring sides. Naturally, they all ran away, but the elderly, children, women, and some people who were unwilling to abandon their families could only stay there and resign themselves to their fate. Bartolov said with a blank face.
"You'll have a chance to see poor people." Presumably Bartolov's words were heard, and the guide's voice came.
We glanced at him, who had fallen asleep on a blanket spread on the floor, "Rest early, everyone." Hopefully, we won't run into any situation on the road tomorrow. Allah bless us. β
Bartolov retracted his gaze and looked at me and the old guy, "Still have questions?" If there were no problems, I would leave first. We'll leave tomorrow morning at five o'clock. β
The old guy Eunice and I both shook our heads and said it was all right, after Bartolov left. The old guy looked at me and said, "Ahmet will take you to find someone when you get to the outskirts of Kajran, and when you find that person, this person will tell you the latest news about the little guy you are looking for." β
I nodded in understanding, I glanced at him and said, "You didn't want to say it in front of Bartolov just now?" β
"Yes. The rest of the matter had nothing to do with him, and he didn't need to know too much. After speaking, the old guy thought for a while and said, "Here we are calculating others, how do we know that others are not calculating us at this moment?" Who can guarantee that our operation did not leak out this time? β
"What do you mean?" The old guy's words made my heart tighten, what if this was known? Our team of people who are engaged in intelligence do not seem to be important, and may not be interested in those people. But the value of this old guy and our goals is different, and if this is heard, then our prospects are γγγγγ
The old guy looked at me and smiled, "It's hard to say, other people's intelligence systems aren't stupid." I'm just telling you in advance as a reminder. Don't worry too much, because even if you know it, it's just a shadow now. Our mission is still very secretive, and not many people know about it. β
"Is it okay for you to go to Tajikistan by yourself?" I asked.
"That's right. Don't worry about this. Younis shook his head, "No one would have thought I'd come in this way. Hehe. Sometimes the most dangerous roads are also the safest. β
"Okay." I nodded, "How are we going to get in touch after that?" β
"Satellite phone." The old guy said and pointed at Lukovich, "Who do you think I gave you that phone to contact you?" β
"When will you be contacted?" I asked.
"Two days later." The old guy looked at me, "Two nights later, that's about the same time." β
I heard him say this, raised my hand and looked at the time, "Half past eight?" β
"Yes. Around half past eight. I should be in touch with you on time. If there is no contact... Terminate your mission and find a way to get out of this country. The old guy said and glanced at the guide, "Protect that guy." You're up to him after that, especially in exceptional circumstances, such as the loss of contact I just mentioned. β
"Understood!" I nodded.
The old guy looked at me and smiled, reaching out and patting me on the shoulder, "But this kind of accident usually doesn't happen." I've thought many times that our real threat is far from coming, and this is just the beginning, and we haven't done anything yet. So we don't need to worry too much about it for the time being. Hurry up and get some rest, tomorrow we're going our separate ways. β
I didn't sleep well this night, not only because it was a matter of comfort or not, but also because I had been moving things outside, and I didn't fall asleep until the second half of the night. I didn't feel like I had been asleep for long, when I was woken up again by a noise outside, and I looked at my guide, who was also awake, and he looked at me and said, "Wake everyone up." Grab a bite to eat, it's almost time. β
Now it's time to start traveling to Afghanistan... Everyone, get in the car... The Inferno train is about to depart. Watch American GIs, get up close and personal with TLB forces, watch bomb fireworks displays, and shoot at American GIs or TLB forces with weapons in hand. Opportunities are rare, and if you miss them, you won't be able to do it again. Hurry up and get in the carγγγγγ
(End of chapter)