Chapter 115: Thirty Days of Hell (22)
Naturally, I couldn't understand what the other party was shouting, I looked at Bilamov in the team, and after listening for a while, he said: "The other party said... Don't fight anymore and say they've already run away. β
"Ran away?" I look ahead, it's dark here now, who knows if they ran or not? Of course I hope they get out of the way. I looked at Bilamov and said, "Tell them, let them come out on their own." We want to see them. Don't move when you come out, go slower. β
Bilamov nodded and immediately shouted at the other party, after shouting twice, the other party responded, and at the moment of the end of the response, three figures walked out of a courtyard in front of them, and the three people slowly walked out with their hands raised. Talking as you walk.
"They said that a few of the remaining people on the other side had run from behind. There are no more of them here, let's stop fighting. Biramov said.
When I got to a place about thirty or forty meters away from us, I said, "Let them stop." β
Bilamov immediately shouted at the three men, signaling them to stop. At the same time, there was movement behind us, and I looked back to see that Qasim had followed with his own men and Ahmed.
Qasim looked at the three men standing in front of him and asked them, who were stunned for a moment before taking a step forward and saying a few words. Qasim looked at me and said something, and Ahmet immediately said, "He said don't worry, he knows this person and can be trusted." β
I nodded and lowered my gun, and I looked at Said, "Let the gardener into the village." Arrange for people to be on guard around the village. β
Said nodded and immediately began to arrange, and by this moment Qasim had already chatted with the locals of the three villages. While they were talking, there were cries from behind us. I followed the cry and saw that it was the house that had been blown up by Salim and Ramzan with a grenade, and Ahmed was already standing by the hole and looking inside.
I walked over and followed Ahmed's gaze, and the light was already on in the room, of course it was not an electric light, the light was not very good, but I could still see a person lying in the middle of the room, this person was not an adult, but a half-grown child. It was a woman who was crying, and she couldn't see her face clearly, because of the customs and clothing here I couldn't even see her hair, let alone her face. Behind this woman stood an elderly man, staring blankly at the corpse on the ground without any expression or movement.
Ahmed looked at the mirror image in front of him and whispered, "That's why this place can't be conquered. It doesn't matter who comes, it's useless, it's impossible to win. β
I looked at Ahmet and said, "It's a mistakeγγγγγ β
"I knew it was a mistake. But they won't stop there, and neither will you. In their eyes, they are all enemies. None of them are good people. Ahmed turned and walked away.
I turned my head to look at Kassim, who glanced at the place and followed the three men into a courtyard. Bilamov looked at me and said, "He told us to go to that courtyard together." Hurry up and rest, and we'll leave in a moment. β
I nodded, and after another look at the house, I quickly followed Kasim, and after entering the courtyard, Kasim and one of the three went to the house, while the other two left with Kassim's men, as if to get what we needed.
I looked at my humanity and said, "Take the time to rest, eat something and water." We'll probably have to get out of here in a moment. β
A moment later, the sound of a car starting came over, and it seemed that what we wanted was still there, and we hadn't lost it, which made me a little relieved, after all, something was finally relatively smooth.
I sat down on a stone pier in the courtyard, took out a kettle and took a sip of water. After a while I saw Ahmed walk in, carrying a gun, presumably the armed man we had killed. He and his companion each carried one on their backs, and then walked up to us, and he handed me the pistol I had given him earlier, and said, "Give it back to you." Now I have this. As he spoke, he patted the AK-47 he was already carrying.
I took the pistol and looked at him and said, "You didn't have any weapons with you before, why are you bringing this now?" β
Ahmed sighed and sat down on the ground beside him, "Because the place we're going to after that is dangerous, and it's even more chaotic than here." Where was I before? I went to places that had been pacified. And with you people, I feel even more dangerous. β
I smiled helplessly when he said this, and I glanced at his companion beside him, who was much younger than Ahmed, and didn't look at all like Ahmad and Qasim.
"Why would you do this for the Russians?" I asked in a low voice.
Ahmed looked at me, "I'm short of money." What about this reason? β
I shook my head and said, "You don't look like a person who wants money and doesn't want to die. β
"Huh." Ahmed smiled and didn't answer immediately, and after a moment of silence he added, "If it goes well, you'll know." β
I nodded and didn't dwell on the issue anymore, I looked into the room Qasim had entered and whispered to Ahmed, "This is like his territory?" β
"Qasim?" Ahmed also looked at the house where the lights were on, not the voice, "I guess so." Judging by his appearance, he was familiar with the neighborhood and the people in this village. β
"Then he seems indifferent to the accidental injury just now?" I asked.
Ahmed sneered and said, "If you see too much, you naturally don't feel it." These people fought with the Soviets more than ten years ago, and then they fought with their own people, and their own people continued to fight with the Americans and the British before they finished fighting. If you see too much life and death, you will naturally not feel it. He looked at me and said, "You don't look like a sentimental person, and you should have fought a lot of battles." β
"So you, as a person here, I want to know who you support? Over here... Don't you support anyone? Have you ever leaned towards one side in your heart? I asked.
"I don't support anyone. I only support those who can bring me a peaceful life, and I will be rich. Just be at peace. Just have a peaceful life. Rich.. I don't know what abundance is anymore, and nothing is a luxury without peace. And now these people ... No one can do it. Ahmed said.
"Listen to you, you shouldn't be a guide." I said, pointing to his dirty clothes and worn-out shoes, "You shouldn't be dressed like this, you should be wearing a suit, tie, and leather shoes." β
"MSL doesn't wear those." Ahmed shook his head, "I guess, a clean and supple robe, a very well-groomed beard. That's it. β
"Huh." Not only did I smile when he heard him, but even his companions chuckled lightly. It seems that this companion of his can also understand Russian.
But just as we were relaxing, a burst of gunfire came from outside the village.
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