Afghanistan is like on Mars, full of yellow sand and endless desert, we are in the middle of the desert, surrounded by barbed wire like a forest, in this area there are joint forces from more than 20 countries and thousands of mercenaries, more than half of whom have never been to this country and have never thought of returning to this barren land to fight.

All they see here is the blast wall, the rebels in black turbans and Tim? Horton's Cafe, no one even knows how many people are in the base, 50,000, 80,000 or 100,000, everyone mixes together every day, in addition to fighting, football, drinking coffee, chatting and farting, of course, there are also men and women who can't stand the loneliness, and even boldly fight behind the barracks.

The commanders organize all the actions inside and outside the barbed wire, and half of the time they are wrong, of course, this also means that the other half is right, this huge base consumes 15 metric tons of food every day, people's excrement flows into the lake, evaporates to form 30% of the air, and at Kandahar airport, we breathe our own feces every day.

The temperature of the night was always shivering, and when I moved back to the barracks from the medical station, I leaned against the head of my bed and smelled the smell of sweat all over the room, holding a whetstone in my hand, constantly rubbing the blade of the knife.

"Hey, you've been grinding for an hour, are you trying to stab the enemy's body armor with a knife?" The wolf asked, leaning on my top bunk, sticking his head out.

"I don't use it for too long, I'm afraid it will rust!" I didn't raise my head, and I said lightly.

"Oh, well, God promises it's still as sharp as ever, trust me, if you don't put that damn stone down again, I'll let you go back to the medical station and sleep, I've been woken up twice by you." The wolf gave me a vicious middle finger.

"If you don't snore in your sleep, maybe I'm asleep by now." I glanced at him, put down the whetstone, rolled over and pulled the blanket over my body, and prepared for bed.

The lights went out, everyone stopped talking, the barracks was quiet again, and I had just closed my eyes when suddenly, I heard the bunk "Toot!" "Fart.

"Grass!" In an instant, my boots and helmets flew all over the sky, and I threw the whetstone directly on it, followed by a wolf howling wolf.

After a night of silence, at six o'clock the next morning, we gathered at the gate of the base with our equipment, and when I had gone over, I found that in addition to us, there was a team of fifteen Navy SEALs and hundreds of American GIs accompanying us, and twenty infantry vehicles mixed in the middle of fifty transports, forming a huge convoy.

In addition, there are more than a dozen war correspondents who also join in the fun, in fact, I admire these reporters, in order to take a valuable photo, dare to rush up against the shells, but basically what they take is what people want them to take, and they will never see the dirt behind the war.

In order to unify our command in battle, we all wore the ranks issued by the U.S. military, and at first I wondered, what's the use of this, and we'll become U.S. troops with it? What are you kidding, even if the commander comes, we will only listen to the captain's orders.

When I got in the car, I realized that this thing was used to command American GIs, most of these so-called US Army soldiers were recruits, and there were many foreigners who came to the battlefield in Afghanistan in order to get green cards, and many of them had not even seen the appearance of the enemy army.

It seems that the military not only wants us to protect the convoy, but also to teach the recruits to fight, after all, these people are our only allies on the battlefield, and it is impossible to watch them die, and Caesar is nearly half American, and they are happy to be instructors for these recruits.

The Grizzly and I were assigned to a Humvee military vehicle, and the Grizzly and the Striker were watching the surroundings in the turret on the roof, and I was working as a driver below, with a white Hispanic chick sitting next to him, wearing an army combat uniform, holding an M4 in his hand, and his silver-white hair was haphazardly tied up and hidden in his clothes, and he was wearing an M88 helmet on top.

This is an authentic Western beauty, with a slender body, a thin body, big blue eyes that resemble a goddess, and silver hair reminds me of Artemis in Northern Europe, so I can't help but look at it twice.

Unexpectedly, she suddenly turned her head and said expressionlessly: "Although my face is beautiful, I think you should look at Chief Lu now!" ”

"Huh!" I chuckled and withdrew my gaze and asked lightly, "Is it the first time you have a gun?" ”

"Of course not, I'm already a sergeant, sir." She looked at me quizzically.

"Then you should know that when there is no fighting, the rifle must be safed, and the muzzle of your gun has been pointed at me since you got in the car, are you going to kill me? You idiot! I swung my hand and slapped the muzzle of the gun that had been dangling in my chest away, and the barrel of the gun hit her in the face, leaving a red mark.

"Ahh She screamed in surprise, and then apologized in a panic: "I'm sorry sir, it's my fault!" Then he quickly turned the muzzle of the gun and pointed it out the window.

The two American GIs sitting in the back secretly glanced at me, and when they saw that I didn't pay attention to them, they quickly checked their insurance, and were relieved to see that it was closed, but when they looked up and found that I was looking at them from the rearview mirror, they couldn't help but lower their heads with a red face.

One of them was a reporter with glasses, and I don't know where he came from, and I really don't know where I got the courage to come to this land to be a war correspondent, but then again, it's lucky to be alive until now.

The convoy drove on the road, with desert as far as the eye could see on both sides, and it was not easy to see that several mountains were also bare rocks, weathered into strange shapes, and even the villages that occasionally passed by were in the desert.

The road from Kandahar can be directly taken to Pakistan by road, this road is the first for us, but it has been walked countless times for the convoy, it can be described as a familiar road, but since the attack, most of the supplies have been changed to air, and this large-scale transport operation, I suspect that it is a deliberate decoy sent by the military, those commanders who hide in barbed wire, they study these things every day.

"What's your name?" I suddenly asked the female soldier next to me.

"Huh?" She was frightened by me just now, and she didn't come back to her senses for a while, but she glanced at me before she reacted, and hurriedly said, "Oh, my name is Heidi, what about you, sir?" ”

"You can call me an assassin, or keep calling me sir!" I gave her a faint look.

"You're an American, too? Asian soldiers? "She didn't know that there were mercenaries in the convoy, and she thought we were all members of the U.S. Special Forces.

"No, I'm Chinese." As he spoke, the convoy in front of him suddenly slowed down.

"Chinese? So why did it appear on the battlefield in Afghanistan? ......" she said here and paused and did not continue.

"You're still your commander, aren't you?" I asked for what she didn't dare to ask.

"I ...... I didn't mean that! She looked a little flustered.

"It's okay, I don't mind, as for why you became your chief, maybe your boss thinks that following me will make you live a little longer." While talking, the convoy had stopped.

(End of chapter)