In the dim sky, Wei Ran followed Abdul and others towards their ambush location.

In order to increase his goodwill, he even took the initiative to carry three RPG rockets on his back.

This somewhat made these guerrillas have a better attitude towards him, but only a little. No matter what questions he asked through Habibullah, these guerrillas responded with silence, and they were even reluctant to appear at the Weiyan

under the camera lens.

Seeing that Habibullah, who was helping to translate, was becoming more and more embarrassed, Wei Ran put down his camera in time to stop his curiosity, and just silently observed these guerrillas.

Except for Abdul, who was walking at the front, and Habibullah, who was leading a donkey with him and walking at the back, there were only six guerrillas in the middle.

They do not have uniforms, and the weapons in their hands are all kinds of, including bolt-action Lee Enfields, Boboshas, ​​AK47s and Thompson submachine guns that come from unknown sources.

Of course, there are also the crucial RPG rocket launchers, as well as items such as grenades and mines.

Although these people had various clothing and weapons, they all looked to be around thirty years old, and several of them wore glasses, and they all called Abdul "teacher."

Thinking about it, they should all be students, Abdul's students.

So they actually know Russian? They just don’t want to talk to me?

Thinking about this, Wei Ran couldn't help but shake his head. When a country needs students to go to the battlefield to fight guerrillas, it has really reached the most difficult moment.

From this point alone, he admired these people, even though they were deeply defensive of him.

In the increasingly silent journey, everyone finally climbed up a low mountain when the sky became completely dark.

On the other side of this low mountain, you can still vaguely see a winding road at the foot of the mountain. On the opposite side of the road, about 500 meters away at most, is the vague outline of another mountain.

Obviously, this was the location they chose for the ambush.

From Wei Ran's perspective, this place is not bad for ambush but definitely not good.

"Anti-aircraft machine guns are deployed on the back of that mountain"

Abdullah pointed behind him in the direction away from the road and said, "Someone will go to the mountain on the opposite side of the road to ambush the convoy. After attracting the Soviet helicopter, I will use anti-aircraft machine gun fire to lure the helicopter over."

At this point, Abdullah patted Habibullah on the shoulder and said, "Before the anti-aircraft machine gun is destroyed by the helicopter, you have to use American anti-aircraft missiles to shoot down the helicopter."

"I will definitely fight it down!" Habibullah clenched his fists and promised.

"We also have a stinger launcher here."

As Abdullah said, a guerrilla dug out a canvas bag from under a pile of stones and pulled out a stinger launcher.

"Habibullah, you are responsible for shooting down the helicopter that fires at the anti-aircraft machine gun. If there is a second one, leave it to him."

"What if there were more helicopters?" Habibullah couldn't help but ask.

"If there were more"

Abdullah paused, "Then we will make sure to shoot down at least two of them before we are killed by more helicopters."

"I understand." Habibullah nodded seriously, not even thinking there was anything wrong with this.

"Victor Reporter"

Abdul switched to Russian and asked, "We will divide into two positions to fight. Habibullah is where we are now. The anti-aircraft machine gun and I will go to the mountain opposite. Who are you going to be with?"

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"If it's convenient, I'd like to be with you."

Wei Ran said that his return mission required the completion of weapon transfer and position camouflage. Obviously, among these people and weapons, the only one that needed to be camouflaged was the Soviet-made anti-aircraft machine gun.

"Then come with me"

Abdul was particularly talkative, so he called a bearded guerrilla to carry two ammunition boxes, and then took over the donkeys led by Wei Ran and Habibullah.

Seeing this, Wei Ran also took the initiative to help carry two ammunition boxes and followed behind the two of them.

"Can I know his name?" Wei Ran took two quick steps and asked Abdul in Russian.

"He is my student, Hakim, just call him Hakim." Abdul replied casually.

"Does he speak Russian? Or English too."

"He speaks Russian"

Abdul replied again, "If you have anything to ask, just ask, and he will answer you if he is willing to answer."

"I actually have nothing to ask."

Wei Ran said unexpectedly, "I have to know his name, otherwise I don't even know how to call him. It's so rude."

"Excuse me? This is a word from the peaceful world, but this is Afhan. Even if you remember my name, I might be dead early tomorrow morning."

After saying that, Hakim threw back another question, "Don't reporters all have a lot of questions?"

In addition to leading the donkey and carrying the ammunition box, he also carried three RPG rockets on his back, just like Wei Ran. This load was not small.

"I'm different from them"

Wei Ran replied nonchalantly, "If you don't mind, just let me take some photos for you when the conditions are right. As for whether you have anything to tell me, it's all up to you."

"So you are a photographer?" Hakim said firmly, "War photographer?"

"I'm glad you said that"

Wei Ran smiled and said, "Indeed, I am more of a war photographer than a freelance reporter. Mr. Hakim, do you have anything to ask me?"

"I don't have anything to ask."

Hakim shook his head, and the three people who were getting further and further away from Habibullah and others behind him fell silent again.

"Victor, can you take my Qiao Ya out of Afhan?" Abdul, who was walking at the front, suddenly asked.

"If you are willing to trust me and have this intention."

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "No, I don't intend to let anyone take Joy away." After Abdul said this, he never continued this topic.

As if he had been reminded by the brief conversation just now, Hakim said without warning a moment later, "Reporter Victor, can you send me a letter after you leave Afghanistan?"

"no problem"

Wei Ran replied cheerfully, "Where to send it? To whom?"

"Bazstan"

Hakim paused, then changed his words, "Or France, no, definitely in France, she must have arrived in France."

"Who is she?" Wei Ran asked curiously.

"my girlfriend"

When Hakim said this, his tone became much more ethereal, "Eight years ago, she and her parents escaped from Afhan, and I thought we would meet again.

She said her family would go to France, and if she were still alive, she might have been married long ago."

"Do you have a detailed address?"

Wei Ran asked after a moment of silence, but Hakim did not answer this question, or perhaps he had already answered it with silence.

"Do you regret it?" Wei Ran changed the question.

"Didn't you say that you don't have so many questions like other reporters?" Hakim's rhetorical question was full of bitterness.

"Forget about being a journalist"

Wei Ran said nonchalantly, "If you are willing to treat me as a friend, this is just a chat between friends. If it touches on something you don't want to mention, just pretend I didn't ask."

"What do you regret?"

Hakim said to himself, "Do you regret not keeping her? Or do you regret not leaving Afhan with her?"

"What's the difference?"

“No difference”

Akeem smiled and said, "I love her, so I won't let her stay in Afhan. I also love Afhan, so I must stay."

"So there are no regrets, only regrets." Wei Ran said firmly.

"yes"

The bitterness and melancholy in Hakim's tone disappeared with an obvious deep breath, "I just... just want to know if she survived and lived the life she hoped for."

"Take time to give me your letter."

Wei Ran said, "Let me take a good picture of you after dawn, and I will help you find him."

"No, let's forget it." Hakim rejected Wei Ran's proposal in a panic.

"If she is still waiting for you, I will tell her that you are dead. If she has already started a family and lived the life she hoped for, I will tell you that she is dead."

"I will get the letter to you as soon as possible," Hakim said.

"Then it's settled"

Wei Ran decisively ended the topic, which was the only thing he could do.

After chatting here, the three people and two donkeys also came to the bottom of the valley between the two mountains. They just put down the heavy ammunition boxes in their hands and rested for a while. Then they set off again, leading the donkeys to climb diagonally up the hillside to the top of the mountain with difficulty.

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On the top of this hill, an anti-aircraft machine gun position has been dug in advance.

No, this doesn't count as digging well, at most it can only count as building a position.
To be continued...