In the morning light, which had no temperature but provided enough light, three generations of Weiran and Mahbubu, as well as three donkeys and a group of goats, left the building that could barely be called a house as Ayana and Soraya watched.

The cave that is home.

Just like yesterday, Multaza, carrying a Lee-Enfield rifle, was at the front.

Behind him were goats carrying ammunition. In this flock of few sheep, except for one that was killed for meat last night, the two milk-producing shepherds and two lambs were also left behind.

In that cave.

Behind the sheep were three people from Wei Ran who were leading donkeys respectively.

"We still need about a day's journey," Mahbub said proactively.

Whether it was because he helped defuse the aerial bomb yesterday and rescued his daughter, or because Weiran had just generously given away his camera, or because he was willing to keep his promise and take his children away, these actions made Mahbubu change his mind.

Much more enthusiastic.

"I wonder if it would be convenient for me to ask how many guerrillas there are?" Wei Ran asked.

"Probably less than a hundred people."

Mahbub replied, "They used to have more people, with four to five hundred at the most, but in recent years, less than a hundred of them have died."

"Tell me about your colleague." Wei Ran promptly changed the subject.

"His name is Abdul"

Mahbub said, "Before the war started, we taught at the same university, and we were both Russian language teachers."

"Has he also been to the Soviet Union?" Wei Ran asked.

"No, he has never been there." Mahbub shook his head, "He once yearned for the Soviet Union more than I did, but now he hates the Soviet Union more than anyone else."

After a pause, Mahbub added, "Like me, most of his family members are dead. He only has a granddaughter who is about the same age as Soraya."

"Do you need me to take that child away too?" Wei Ran asked after a moment of silence.

"If this is the bargaining chip you offered to interview him, I will help you talk to him." Mahbub also said after a moment of silence.

"This is not a bargaining chip"

Wei Ran shook his head, "It's just a simple help, it doesn't matter even if he doesn't want to be interviewed.

"I will convey your kindness," said Mahbub.

While chatting about the guerrilla group they might see next, everyone climbed over the mountains again and again, and finally found a mountain col sheltered from the wind at noon.

"You guys take a rest here while I go to fetch water." Mahbubu said, having already picked up the milk can and walked away along the ravine.

This time, because there was no goat milk, Multaza had no milking job, but he did not take any time off. Instead, he took the initiative to help Habibullah pump up and pressurize the two oil stoves.

"I brought some mutton"

Habibullah said in English, "We can eat some mutton later, Victor, I hope you can adapt to such a diet."

"Of course you can. Frankly speaking, it tastes very good."

Wei Ran said truthfully, and by the way, he took out the Nikon SP that did not require batteries from the metal book under the cover of his suitcase, and clicked the shutter towards the uncle and nephew.

"Actually if there were some carrots..."

"Bang!"

Before Habibullah finished speaking, a not-so-big explosion came from the distance where Mahbub went to fetch water! Immediately afterwards, they all heard Mahbub's scream!

"Crack!"

Multaza reacted very quickly and picked up his old World War II gun, and loaded the bullet skillfully.

"It doesn't sound like gunshots. Come over and have a look!"

Wei Ran said, having put away his camera, and then quickly removed the ammunition from his donkey, grabbed the reins, and chased Habibullah who had already run away.

"Habibullah! Habibullah!"

Wei Ran called to Xiao Guozi in front of him and threw the reins to him, "You walk behind me!"

"What did you say..."

"You walk behind me"

Wei Ran said seriously, "Watch carefully where I am walking and carefully observe my feet. I suspect it is a landmine."

Hearing this, Habibullah panicked, then nodded, and followed Wei Ran obediently.

Fortunately, although the two changed places, their speed did not slow down. Wei Ran also discovered clues while observing along the way.

It seems like butterfly mines have been scattered around here! Sand-brown butterfly mines! Another special butterfly!

This apparently beautiful little bug seems to have always been synonymous with bombs, from the Leningrad Vietnam War in World War II to the Afhan battlefield here!

"Pay attention to those little things," Wei Ran warned, pointing to a butterfly thunder among the gravel not far away.

"I've seen these mines"

Habibullah clenched his fists, "What I saw was green. My girlfriend's legs were blown off by these little devil-like things, and she bled to death."

"You need to stay calm now," Wei Ran reminded the other party while also slowing down slightly.

Soon after, he finally saw Mahbub.

He sat slumped on the edge of a puddle that was about to freeze, and the blood flowing from his footsteps had dyed the puddle light red.

It wasn't until he saw the long and narrow pool that he finally realized why butterfly thunder appeared here.

Obviously, these butterfly mines were dropped by helicopters. For the helicopters laying the mines, there was no reason for them to let go of a water pool that was extremely conspicuous in the sky.

"Mahebubu, don't move."

Wei Ran reminded him as he walked that way, "I'm here to help you. How is your situation?"

"Don't come here, there are landmines here, a lot of landmines." Mahbub said quickly, "I can leave, I..."

"Let me see your wounds"

As Wei Ran spoke, he had already walked to Mahbubu's side. At this time, the sole of one of his boots had been blown open, exposing the sole of his foot that was missing the big toe and second toe.

“Not serious”

As Wei Ran spoke, he had already taken off the leggings at the opponent's ankles, then helped the other person take off his tattered boots, and used the leggings to strangle the soles of his feet.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Are there any medicines in the supplies you brought?" Wei Ran asked while tying them up to stop the bleeding.

"No, where did we get the medicine?" Mahbub replied with a grin on his face.

"Go back first, and then think of a solution after we go back." Wei Ran said, having already picked up the skinny old man, carefully left the dangerous minefield, and placed him on the back of the donkey.

Taking the injured Mahbub back to the rest point, Wei Ran helped him get off the donkey and asked again, "Don't you have any medicines or medical equipment in your supplies?"

"No, Victor, don't worry, let me solve it myself."

Mahbub gasped and said, then changed to his native language, "Habibullah, light the oil stove, hurry up, hurry up."

"immediately!"

Habibullah, who was already panicking, quickly picked up the oil stove he had just thrown away, pressed it with a squeaking sound, and lit it with a lighter.

"Give it to me" said Mahbub.

Wei Ran, who had already guessed what the other party was going to do, opened his mouth, but there was nothing he could do to stop him. The only thing he could do was to raise his camera.

"Multaza, good boy, close your eyes and block your ears." Mahbub gasped and said.

Upon hearing this, Habibullah hugged the panicked Multaza and covered his eyes with his hands.

After taking several deep breaths, Mahbub stretched out the wound on his foot above the roaring flames.

Amid his painful screams, Wei Ran also pressed the shutter before smelling the smell of burning protein, faithfully recording this helpless and cruel scene.

In the burning flames, the wound on Mahbub's foot temporarily stopped the bleeding in a sense, and he fainted from the pain after completing all this.

After extinguishing the oil stove, Wei Ran untied the straps on Mahbubu's feet and observed them for a moment, then tied them again, opened his suitcase, found a shirt, tore it open, and carefully bandaged Mahbubu's feet.

The wound on the foot.

"Habibullah, let's go back."

After finishing all this, Wei Ran said, "Your father's foot injury is no longer suitable for continuing the journey. Send him back. I can go back for the interview tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, or a week later. It doesn't matter."

"Let Multaza send him back."

Habibullah forced himself to calm down and said seriously in English, "Victor, we not only want to send you to Abdul, but the most important thing is that we have to send anti-aircraft weapons there as soon as possible. This is related to...

.No, it’s nothing, just let Multaza send him back.”

After speaking, Habibullah changed into his native language and informed Multaza of the decision without waiting for Wei Ran to say anything else.

"Do you know the way?" Habibullah finally asked.

"Yes, how could I not know the road?" Multaza said.

"Remember, even if you encounter the Soviets on the way, you must try your best to go around or hide." Habibullah warned, "No matter how many Soviets you can kill, they will always catch you.

They'll catch Ayana and Soraya, too."
To be continued...