About a minute later, several figures appeared from the village. These people still seem to have guns in their hands, and judging from the appearance of the guns, they are relatively old models, and I even suspect that they are earthen guns.

When the guide and Sadat saw this scene, they immediately raised their hands to show that they had no malicious intent. And from time to time he spoke to each other. This scene reminds me of the chaotic Middle Ages, when any stranger met outside had to be treated as if they were enemies.

The people of the village said a few words to Sadat and the guide after seeing that they were indeed not carrying any weapons. After exchanging a few words, the two sides seemed to have achieved initial trust. As he spoke, Sadat pointed to the hillside where we were, and after the other party looked at it, Ashraf and Sadat's son both stood up and motioned for me and the other to stand up, and waved in the direction of the village.

After the people in the village saw us clearly, Sadat spoke a few more words to the other party. Then as the alarm was lifted in the village, Sadat beckoned in our direction and signaled that we could pass.

I picked up my gun and went down the hill with Ashraf and Sadat's son into the village. When I entered the village, I noticed that the other party was still a little nervous when he saw the rifle I was carrying, and at the same time I saw the gun in the villager's hand, which was similar to what I thought, it was an old rifle, and it felt like it was from World War II.

After letting us into the village, an old man with a beard came out of the village, and he came to us and said a few words.

I looked at Ashraf and said, "What is he talking about?" “

"He's asking where we're from, what we're here for, what help we're looking for?" Ashraf translates to.

Sadat looked at this person and replied a few words, and Ashraf whispered: "Sadat told them that we escaped from Afghanistan. People all over the world knew that there was a war going on there, and life was no longer going on, so they ventured out and ran out. We ran out of food, but luckily we found the village and hoped that the people in the village would help us. “

This man listened to Sadat's words, looked around us, and then pointed at me and said. Ashraf immediately said: "He asked you, did you say that you are also an Afghan?" “

I looked at the man and shook my head and said, "Tell him no." Tell him that I am Chinese, doing rescue work in Afghanistan, but I was attacked by TLB, and it was you who saved me. I was separated from my companions, lost contact, and the other side of the mountain was already TLB's world. So we came here together. “

Ashraf listened to me and translated as he spoke. The man looked at me and nodded, his expression as if he had temporarily believed what we were saying. But after nodding his head, he spoke again.

"He asked where we were going?" Ashraf asked.

Sadat immediately replied, and the man shook his head and pointed at us. His words made Ashraf hesitate, "He said that Balghinar would have to walk for two or even three days from here. With the shriveled bags of dry food we have now, it's impossible to get there. But he didn't have much to eat for us here, and they weren't rich. “

I nodded and looked at Ashraf and said, "Ask him if there's a TLB haunt around here?" And what are the roads and all that are there here? “

Ashraf nodded and immediately translated, and the man smiled at Achraf's words, looked at me and said something.

He said that there had been a TLB here, and he left in exchange for some supplies. In terms of security, there is no law and order here. It is precisely because there is no law and order that they are more alert when strangers appear, especially at this time. As for safety on the road. It should be better than Afghanistan. Ashraf said.

I don't know if this man is referring to the war going on in Afghanistan or if he just means that it's evening. I was more concerned about what he said in exchange for supplies. I immediately spoke: "Ask him, how did you get the supplies?" Give money? ”

Ashraf immediately translated the past. The man nodded and said a few words, and Ashraf opened his mouth to me, "He said that he had recently given money. They have nothing but money. ”

"Ask him, what if he trades things for the supplies we need? It's bartering. May I? I asked.

As soon as Ashraf had said that, the man nodded in agreement. It doesn't seem that there is nothing, but I don't want to give it for nothing. I smiled and just as I was about to speak, Sadat looked at me and said, and Ashraf immediately said, "Sadat said that we have nothing to exchange." “

I shook my head and glanced at the gun that a young man next to me was holding in his hand, and I took the rifle from my back. My action made the other party nervous, I stopped and waved my hand to signal them not to get excited, and then I handed the gun to the elderly man in front of me, "This is for you, in exchange for your gun and food." “

Hearing Achraf's words, the eyes of the young man with the old rifle lit up, and the action was like he was ready to exchange with me without the permission of the old guy in front of him.

The old fellow glared back at the young man, and then he turned and walked over to me. He took the gun as if to inspect it, then he nodded and looked at me as he spoke.

"He asked you, are you sure?" Ashraf said.

I nodded and pointed to the bag that the Yankees had left us on Sadat's son's carry, which was now empty. "That bag is for you too. You will never see a package of such quality and materials here. “

"And what do we use?" Ashold looked at me and asked.

I shook my head and said, "This kind of bag belongs to the Yankees, and it's okay in the mountains, but don't you think it's too strange that we are still dressed and carrying on our backs after entering the city?" “

Ashraf looked at himself and then at the bag, nodded and translated my words. The old guy in front of him immediately looked at the bag and reached over to touch it and withdraw, then nodded quickly.

I looked at him and continued, "Gun, bag." For food and drink, take us to load. And we've got to spend the night here tonight. Dinner is up to you. “

The old guy nodded his head in agreement as soon as he heard Achraf's translation, and we went from strangers to guests. The names of the surrounding villages suddenly became enthusiastic, and the old fellow led us directly back to his house, where I finally had a good meal. Actually, the food here is not to my taste, but when you compare it to the cold and dry tortillas and the weird smell of lamb jerky, the dinner here is undoubtedly a delicacy.

Today... The war in Afghanistan is not over yet... I don't know when it's going to be finished...

(End of chapter)