A flat land with a diameter of no more than three meters, surrounded by three walls built with stones, and covered with sand and grass everywhere as a cover.

Putting aside the ammunition box in his hand and the rockets on his back, Abdul called on Weiran and Hakim to help him, and first lifted off the KPV machine gun carried on the back of a donkey. (It is written at the beginning.

It is ZPU1. Although it is the same thing, ZPU1 actually mainly refers to the mountain air defense base. It has been changed and the same below.)

Immediately afterwards, the three of them worked together to lift the mountain anti-aircraft tripod tied to the back of another donkey in the dark.

When Wei Ran took off his suitcase from the donkey's back, Abdul immediately said to Hakim in his native language, "Go and take the donkey to the other side of the mountain and find a place to tie it up."

The latter didn't think much and led the two donkeys to the other side of the mountain.

"Victor, help me assemble the anti-aircraft machine gun."

As Abdul spoke, he lifted off the ragged felt covering the position, took out a candle from the corner, lit it, and placed it in the corner of the bunker.

"no problem"

Wei Ran helped the opponent lift the heavy tripod and supported it in the middle of the position.

This position is not really big, but there are quite a lot of things piled up in the corners. A 50-liter iron oil drum has two Soviet oil stoves and a small rattan basket with carrots on it.

, also leaning on several rolls of dirty felt blankets, and a plastic bucket filled with water.

In addition to these daily necessities, there is an RPG launcher and a wooden ammunition box containing wrenches, engineer shovels and other items.

“Hakeem has been hesitant to leave Afhan for his fiancée”

Abdul picked up the shovel and said while leveling the opened anti-aircraft machine gun tripod, "He has been hesitating between leaving or staying these past few years."

"It seems that I helped him make the decision," Wei Ran said after a moment of silence.

"No one can make decisions for anyone"

Abdul said with a clear head, "Just like I have no right to decide for Joya whether to leave Afhan, you also have no right to decide for Hakim whether to stay. It is his own decision. You just let him

He just made the decision earlier."

"Maybe"

Wei Ran helped step on the tripod's auxiliary hoe, and then together with Abdul, he lifted the machine gun onto the tripod.

After trying to turn left and right, Abdul unfolded a thick felt and called on Wei Ran to help cover it on the low position. At the same time, he lowered his voice slightly and said, "No matter what he did,

Decide to at least take his letter away from Afhan."

"I will try my best to deliver the letter," Wei Ran promised seriously.

"Thanks"

As Abdul spoke, he pressed the corners of the felt with stones that could be seen everywhere, and then scooped up sand and gravel and sprinkled it evenly on the felt.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! As pieces of felt were covered around and above this simple position, the candlelight inside was gradually blocked, Hakim

I also walked back alone.

"Hakim, let's get some food to entertain our reporter friends."

Abdul said in Russian, "This will also keep it warm in here."

"good"

Hakim nodded, opened the lid of the metal oil drum at the corner, and took out a goat half wrapped in a sack.

"I'll make dinner"

Wei Ran said, "Hakim, take advantage of this little time and write the letter as soon as possible."

After a moment's hesitation, Hakim nodded and took out a small Bone Blue Whale and a pen from his bag.

"I have letter paper"

When Wei Ran saw that the other party was preparing to write a letter on the bone blue whale, he had to stop the work he had not yet started. After opening the suitcase and rummaging around for a while, he handed the stack of letters to the other party. By the way, he also found that there was something missing in the suitcase.

I know when there are a few extra naan pancakes.

Thinking about it, someone must have slipped this in yesterday when I and Mahbub went to fetch water.

"Thanks"

Hakim smiled innocently, put the bone blue whale under the letter paper, huddled in the corner of the position and started writing.

"I only need to make enough food for the three of us, right?" Wei Ran lowered his voice slightly and asked Abdul.

"It's enough for the three of us."

Abdul nodded. He was busy inspecting and maintaining the anti-aircraft machine gun he had just set up.

Seeing this, Wei Ran simply used the cover of his suitcase to take out the big cake oven and the matching stainless steel pot from the metal book. Then he took out his butt bag, pulled out an envelope originally used to contain the negatives and handed it to him.

Hakim.

"Why are you still carrying an oil stove and such a big pot?" Abdul, who was busy at work, asked in surprise.

“I always have to eat”

Wei Ran started to make nonsense in a matter-of-fact tone, "And developing the film requires water of a specific temperature. Without this oil stove and this pot, a lot of my work would not be possible."

"It seems you are really a war photographer"

Abdul muttered and said no more, continuing to be busy checking the anti-aircraft machine guns.

Seeing this, Weiran slowly completed the pressurization and ignition of the oil furnace, and then poured some water with ice in it into a small stainless steel pot.

He took out the cooking knife and cut off a few pieces of mutton and threw them into the pot. He dug out three carrots, carefully wiped off the contaminated soil with a blanket and threw them into the pot.

With the help of the ferocious firepower of the oil stove, the water in the pot began to boil in a short time. Wei Ran, with a delicacy that was inconsistent with the environment here, used chopsticks to lift all the meat and three carrots onto the pot lid, and then removed the contents of the pot.

Drain the dirty water and replace it with clean ice water.

He threw enough pieces of meat for three people and cut carrots into the pot again, and then he closed the lid.

Amidst the roar of the high-power oil stove, the camp wrapped in thick felt gradually became warmer and warmer, and at the same time, it began to be filled with the unique aroma of boiled mutton.

"I've written it"

As Hakim spoke, he handed the envelope to Wei Ran, and then he took out a colorful photo from the Bone Blue Whale.

In this photo, Hakim is wearing a Soviet-style gray woolen coat, and his arm is holding a young girl wearing jeans, a leather jacket, high heels, and sunglasses on her head.

"Her name is Vader"

Hakim said, "Vida Said, if she were still alive, she would have gone to France."

"Where will she go in France?"

Wei Ran took the photo and put it on the envelope, took out the flashlight and let the beam of light shine on the photo, then picked up the camera and asked while adjusting the parameters.

“Montpellier”

Hakim said almost without thinking, "She had the opportunity to study at the University of Montpellier. I guess if she has been to France, she must have been to Montpellier."

"If I can leave alive, I will help you find it in Montpellier."

After Wei Ran finished speaking, he clicked the shutter on the photo on the envelope, and then returned the photo to Hakim.

"Thanks"

Hakim took the photo at a loss and clamped it into the bone blue whale again. In that quick glance, Wei Ran could vaguely see that there seemed to be a fiery red lip mark remaining on the back of the photo.

"Let me take a photo for you tomorrow," Wei Ran said seriously.

"good"

Hakim nodded without thinking.

Turning off the flashlight, putting the envelope into his bag, and using the cover of his suitcase to collect the metal book together with the flashlight, Wei Ran sat next to the gas stove in the corner again, using the spoon that came with the pot, he gave it to Haji first.

Mu and Abdul each filled a bowl of piping hot mutton and carrot soup, and helped them sprinkle some salt and pepper into the soup.

"Victor, before the battle starts tomorrow, you have to stay away from us." Abdul took a sip of the mutton soup and said after a moment of silence.

"I..."

"will die"

Abdul said calmly, "This anti-aircraft machine gun and I are the bait for Soviet helicopters to take the bait. If I die and the helicopter has not been shot down, then Hakim will be the bait."

"you..."

"We have been prepared for a long time"

Hakim took a sip of the mutton soup and said very calmly, "You can also drink mutton soup with pepper, and you can send letters. These are the only two things I didn't expect."

"Then drink more."

Wei Ran turned down the heat of the oil stove a little, "I hope you can survive, because there is still a lot of mutton soup."

"I hope we will have a chance to drink mutton soup tomorrow night," Abdul said with a smile, as if...not hopeful.

"Tomorrow all of you can continue to drink mutton soup with pepper," Wei Ran said with great seriousness.

"Take a photo for me tomorrow too."

Abdul changed the topic, "Leave it to my Joya".
Chapter completed!