Like the members of the Beijing base, the employees of the "organization" Pakistan are easy to get along with.

Walking into room 5015, sitting on the sofa and looking at it a few times, Long Yun felt that this young detective who introduced himself as Isaac Lee should have been in an air-conditioned room all year round, so he didn't know how to add or subtract clothes, and his complexion was very white because of this, and the man's hoarse voice seemed to confirm this:

"Then, Comrade Long Yun, your affiliation will be transferred to this layer; At 3 p.m. today, take Iran Air flight IR729 to Isfahan at Karachi International Airport, and upon arrival, the local 'New Party' organization will take the initiative to contact you. ”

As he spoke, he took the documents, air tickets and some other materials to Long Yun to look at, and then put these things into the plastic paper folder with his hands and feet, Isaac Li Xin took out a slender cigarette roll, but he quickly smiled embarrassedly and stuffed the cigarette back into his jacket pocket:

"Oh, I'm sorry! Since you're a pilot, you probably won't touch a cigarette.

In short, that's the case; Once in the Middle East, the support that can be provided by the organization is very limited, and it is important to be careful in all aspects. In addition, I would like to remind you that your real identity extends to this point; In Karachi, the 'organization' knows that you are Long Yun, and the outside world only considers you 'Zhang Desheng', and once you board the Iran Air flight to Isfahan until you return home from the mission, 'Zhang Desheng' is the only identity you can trace.

I say this, I don't know if it's clear? ”

"Well...... Pretty clear. ”

Guessing about Isaac Lee's words, Long Yun didn't quite understand what the agent meant at first. However, a little use of consciousness to snoop, plus the recall of Mr. Lu's confession. He figured out what the agent meant—he said it. My trip to the Middle East really went through a lot of links in planning, just like Isaac Lee in front of him, although he is an intelligence officer affiliated with the "organization", he only thinks that he is a fighter pilot sent to the Middle East by China to strengthen the combat strength of the new Iraqi party NATA.

It's such a cover-up arrangement, and Isaac has to keep a low profile after leaving Karachi. After all, this kind of practice of sending people to participate in the civil war is not at all light, although the major powers are secretly doing it, they are tacitly acknowledging each other and will not find out.

Thinking of this, he immediately understood what the man in front of him meant, and Long Yun nodded at him with a serious look:

"My understanding is that once you leave Karachi for the Middle East, 'Zhang Desheng' is the only identity that the outside world usually comes into contact with, right?"

"yes, well, that's it."

I felt that the pilot in front of me had fully understood the nature of this mission. Isaac Lee continued his duties, "To put it bluntly. From the moment you leave the Fasima Hotel, all your identity information, including 'Zhang Desheng', who is obviously a fake identity, will not be publicly recognized by the state under any circumstances.

So who are you, and why did you go to the Middle East to fight NATA?

I'm sorry, but my country's officials don't know anything about this. ”

"Oh...... Oh, yes. ”

Hearing the intelligence officer's words explained in such detail, although he had long been aware of this arrangement, Long Yun still suddenly had a sense of loss that he had left the large army and the collective and wandered alone in the wilderness, he hesitated to agree, and took a self-funded medical record from Karachi Central Hospital from Isaac, asked for some details that did not raise his eyes, and then got up to say goodbye to the intelligence officer and left.

After taking a look at the time, he put the air tickets and documents in his backpack and carried them with him, and on the way out to take a taxi to the central hospital, rummaging through a few vaccination applications in his hand, Long Yun really entered the state, and he began to feel that his trip to the Middle East was meaningful, and the difficulties he would encounter would be beyond his imagination.

But no matter what, now that the first step has been taken, the next step is to overcome obstacles and move forward.

……

Time passes, the sun sets and the sun rises, and in the blink of an eye, a new day begins.

The sun rises slowly from the sky, and the dry, cold wind carrying the sand particles sweeps across the land, blowing dust and floating soil in the rolling valley of the upper Tigris River. Between the sun-drenched desolate landscape, punctuated with faded pale greens, a convoy of dilapidated trucks is heading west on the winding intercity highway between clumps of low desert shrub and clusters of pale yellow village houses.

This small convoy is a convoy of supplies from Iran to Iraq, destined for Kirkuk.

In the current Iraqi civil war, the border between southern Iraq and Iran has long been closed due to the confrontation between the new political regime and the Liberal government. However, in the new party-controlled areas in the north, the two sides are still engaged in some harmless bilateral trade, and even small-scale arms transactions are not completely banned. As a result of today, as it is today, there were fleets of trucks, including some civilian vehicles transporting arms, to and fro on the rudimentary road linking Hamadan with the northern Iraqi city of Kirkuk.

Thanks to months of intense civil war, almost all of Iraq's few railways have been paralyzed, especially in the north, where the new party controls the country. Had it not been for the hard work of these trucks and the occasional airlift support from the UNSA, the new regime, which lacked technical equipment, medical supplies, weapons and ammunition, would have been unable to withstand a massive Liberal Party attack and would have been wiped out by the Baghdad regime.

In today's fleet of trucks, as in normal transport, there are people who hitchhike into Iraq.

Sitting on a "Warrior" off-road truck at the front of the truck team, feeling a bump through the wheels and shock absorption system, and a large cloud of dim dust raised by the vehicle in front of him, Long Yun raised his hand to unscrew the lid of the kettle, and poured the tea that was still a little cool into his mouth. After drinking water, he raised his wrist to look at his watch, and the domestically made electronic watch on his wrist that he bought from the market and cost 30 yuan a piece was showing "11:32", it seemed that the team was going to stop and change shifts soon, so he could also jump out of the car and walk around, slightly relieving the fatigue of the long journey.

Although he didn't think too much about it when he went out, Long Yun still bought a waterproof watch in Isfahan and put it on his wrist.

No way, in the crisis-ridden interior of Iraq, it is always safer to have an extra layer of protection: if you still rely on mobile phones to tell the time as you do in China, you can only catch blind when there is no power to charge.

Since leaving Karachi on flight IR729 yesterday afternoon and coming to Isfahan, a city in central Iran, as a "volunteer", Long Yun has reported to the local Iraqi New Party organization, registered information, and filled out some materials. After filling in the nationality column with "unknown" and fooling around with the handler in fluent Russian, and tacitly completing all the entry and exit documents, he naturally became a volunteer pilot who went to northern Iraq for his "livelihood and interests" -- of course, when going through the formalities, the manager of the Iraqi New Party did not necessarily think so, he thought that the Oriental who spoke in front of him was obviously a military aid sent by China, and he basically guessed correctly.

As for Iraq, which is currently mired in civil war, the new Iraqi party (PNP), which occupies the northern region, obviously does not have an advantage, and as for its air power NATA, it faces the double dilemma of a lack of fighters and pilots.

The reason for this situation is, after all, Iraq is a medium-sized country that fought two Gulf Wars, and the construction of its air force, which has been dragged down by the domestic economy, has been struggling. As for how many fighters and personnel the new party that broke with the Liberal government will be able to seize from FIAF, it is not optimistic to think about it.

In the aftermath of the outbreak of all-out war, the Iraqi Liberal regime entrenched in Baghdad has recruited heavily to hire pilots from all over the world and has been trying to smuggle a sizable number of fighter jets to bolster the FIAF; The relatively weak New Party is embarrassed, which has also caused 70% of Iraq's airspace to be under the control of the FIAF, which has further adverse effects on the already precarious ground combat situation.

Long Yun knew some of these situations before accepting the mission, and now that he had really set foot in West Asia and was about to enter the war zone soon, he sat on the transport helicopter from Isfahan to Sanandaj, a small border city in Iran, and listened to the roar of the engine of the old "Z-8" helicopter with trepidation, and he remembered the sinister shape of the land in front of him.

Doesn't it, in a place where FIAF controls most of the airspace, joining their nemesis NATA on a secret mission sounds dangerous.

Along the way, I was always worried about whether the "Z-8", which was more than 30 years old, would fall off the chain, but fortunately, it finally arrived safely in Sanandaj, and found the truck fleet to Kirkuk, an important town in northern Iraq, as agreed in the hazy night, and Long Yun really began his adventure into this country where the civil war was in full swing.

Unlike helicopter flights, travel within Iran is safe because of UNCA shelter, but trucking into Iraq is a different story.

Once you cross the border, what will happen next is really unpredictable and completely unpredictable.

Just as he saw in front of him, Long Yun, who turned his senses from his memories, found that the convoy was passing by a village in the distance, and he could vaguely see pieces of broken walls and billowing black smoke that had not yet dissipated, silently telling how cruel the war was.

The convoy continued to move forward, and after turning a pass, he stopped to rest along the side of the dry riverbed, and jumped out of the car like everyone else to look for vendors to buy food, Long Yun inadvertently glanced at the collapsed bridge in the distance of the river, and the wreckage of a tank that I didn't know whether it was T-55A or 69II was lying quietly in the sun, he suddenly remembered that domestic netizens had been emotionally emotional about this kind of scene for 10,000 years, so he took a few more looks, and a very helpless smile appeared on his face. (To be continued......)