West Africa, a village in ruins, is a Pamir wilderness near the Dajin Empire, which has been ravaged by war for many years, and the Pamirs living here are miserable......

In the wind and sand, three figures wearing hooded monk uniforms were advancing, they saw an old man lying on the side of the road, Yue Wujian stepped forward and squatted down, pinched the old man's face hard, the latter let out a scream of pain, slowly opened his eyes, and hurriedly fed him water.

Han Yue looked at the old man, his beard was white, his eyes were vicissitudes, he was wearing glasses, he should be a wise old man, and he would also know some news, he looked weak, if they passed by a little later, they could dig a hole......

After the old man drank the water, he regained a little spirit and said gratefully, "Thank you, thank you for saving me." ”

Yue Wujian gestured and said in Xingluo: "We don't understand what you say, we are not Pamirs. ”

The old man also changed to Xingluo and said, "I want to say thank you." ”

"Do you speak Xingluo?"

The old man nodded and said slowly: "When I was young, I went to many places and learned a lot of languages. ”

Xiao Budian asked with concern, "Why did you pass out?" Sick? ”

"I'm just hungry."

"We have food." Xiao Budian was very enthusiastic and immediately took out dry food.

"Thank you."

Yue Wuqian introduced himself: "My name is Yue Wuji, what do you call it?" ”

The old man had a good tooth, and soon finished eating a piece of bread, and after resting for a while, he forced himself to stand up with his crutches, and said, "You may call me Old Bam." ”

"How can you faint on the side of the road alone hungry?"

Old Bam said helplessly: "My family is dead, I want to go to the refugee camp, but I didn't make it to the refugee camp and fainted from hunger, thank you again, I'm on my way, otherwise it will be dark, and there will be wolves here at night." ”

"Shall we send you?" Xiao Budian hugged the old man: "Can you go?" ”

"Yes."

Yue Wujian picked up the old man's duffel bag casually, found it very heavy, and asked, "Old Bam, your bag is so heavy, it contains gold?" ”

Old Bam laughed dryly: "This is some equipment I picked up on the road, it looks like it might be useful, so I stayed." ”

"Equipment?"

Yue Wuqi opened Old Bam's big bag and found that it contained a micro-shaped satellite radio station, and Han Yue, who was silent next to him, had a gleam in his eyes, this old man was not an ordinary person.

"This seems to be a radio?"

Old Bam muttered: "I don't know, I picked it up on the road." ”

Yue Wujian took out an iron can that looked like a high-explosive thunder, and asked curiously, "What is this?" ”

"Seems to be a**?" Xiao Budian wanted to take it and take a look, but he tore off the pull ring, and the tin can smoked, and Yue Wuqian blinked cutely, smoking, very unlucky......

Old Bam was so frightened that his face turned bloodless, and exclaimed, "Throw it out, it's a homemade hand mine." ”

Hand 'Thunder?

Yue Wujian was so frightened that Xiao Bai's face turned even whiter, and he indiscriminately threw the earthen hand 'thunder in his hand' out, which happened to be thrown on a pile of cowpen dung twenty meters away.

Four people lay on the spot, boom!

The hand's thunder opened, the power was quite great, a pile of cow dung was all blown away, and the dung was splashed with dung residue, and the dung danced for nine days, which was spectacular!

Yue Wuxian reminisced, remembering that when he was a child, he and Han Yue often took ** to the ranch to fry cow dung, which was so stimulated to death, once my uncle inspected the farm and saw a lump of cow dung smoking on the side of the road, my uncle was very surprised, how could cow dung smoke? So I curiously went up to check it, and then I was blown up with cow dung, and my uncle scolded and chased them, and I was really happy at that time.

The uncle who used to be very good to them is now turning against them for the position of the head of the family......

The four lying people got up, shook off the dung and slag all over their bodies, and Yue Wuqian asked with palpitations: "Old Bam, is this really what you did?" ”

Xiao Bu was so frightened that his milk hurt, but he pretended to be very calm, and said disdainfully: "Look at you guys one by one? ”

Yue Wujian stepped forward and hugged the crumbling old Bam: "I'll help you go." ”

"No, no, I can go by myself."

Yue Wujian joked: "Or I'll help you walk steadily, have you ever heard a sentence, the old crotch is easy to bump!" ”

“……”

The people of Turkustan are fierce, the ancestors are all horseback people, etiquette may be lacking, young people and old people do not care too much about proportion, Turkustan people also respect the old and love the young, but not in the mouth, but in the heart, in the actual action.

Old Bam was old and liked to chatter, and along the way he kept introducing the villages that had become ruins along the road, when the oil industry was just starting, everyone was poor, but very contented and happy, as oil became the most important resource, they became richer and richer, but everyone became more and more dissatisfied, intrigued, and finally the war broke out......

The war destroyed everything, and they who were once rich became destitute.

Old Bam also introduced himself in small talk, claiming to be a teacher who lives in a small town dozens of kilometers away, which is no longer empty due to war and famine.

Old Bam was seventy years old and had only returned to the town ten years earlier, before the town had been affected by the war, and he was still able to teach in the town, but then the town was engulfed in the war and his family died.

The regime that had previously controlled the area implemented a high-pressure policy to prevent riots, which eventually aroused the anger of the people, and a large-scale riot broke out, and finally the people organized into guerrilla groups, and the two sides exchanged fire, and other forces took advantage of the situation, and finally turned into a melee, which caused the people living in the area to be more miserable.

Han Yue, who hadn't spoken from beginning to end, suddenly spoke: "I didn't expect such a coincidence, you are Master Basham, right?" ”

Old Bam showed a hint of panic in his eyes, and pretended to be stupid: "Who is Basham?" ”

"Basham, the greatest physical mechanical scientist of the Pamir clan in recent times, retired to his native Pamir after working for the St. Gray Nuclear Power Company." Han Yue carefully identified Old Bam and said with emotion: "Your appearance has really changed a lot from before you retired. ”

Old Bam saw that he couldn't hide it, and sighed, "You are here to find me? How do you know I'm here? ”

"Here, where you were born, the old people like to return to their roots."

"Why are you looking for me?"

Han Yue said sincerely: "We want to study the nuclear energy project, and in terms of machinery and equipment, we need a highly respected consultant. ”

Old Bam politely refused: "I am too old to work for you anymore. ”

Yue Wuji's face turned pale, and he bowed and pleaded: "Please help us, we want to develop nuclear weapons, I want to stop this endless war in West Africa." ”

Old Bam looked at the three benefactors who had saved his life, his eyes gradually softened, he was old, if he could stop the war in West Africa, maybe he would leave his own mark in history, the most important thing is that he wanted to see peace return to the Pamirs......