"You will go back"

Wei Ran said vaguely, but there was no confidence in his tone at all.

At this point in the chat, the mutton soup in the pot has been boiled, and Mahbub and others have also finished the noon ceremony.

After leaving the task of distributing food to Hakim, Weiran and Kirill also took the opportunity to check Multaza's injuries.

Neither of them noticed that Mahbub subconsciously pointed his gun at the two of them again, but after a brief hesitation, he once again put aside the submachine gun produced in the Soviet Union.

Wei Ran and Kirill, who had their backs turned to him, did not notice this fatal danger, but both Ayana and Hakim saw this scene in their eyes.

"Dad, what are you hesitating about?" Ayana asked, still using Pashto that Kirill couldn't understand.

"They are enemies," Hakim couldn't help but remind him, "If you want to kill them both, just kill them."

"They are the enemy"

Mahbub sighed and said, "But they are not bad people, and Multaza was injured just now and needs their help even more."

"Then kill them later," Hakim said nonchalantly.

Mahbubu shook his head helplessly, but did not continue to explain anything.

Secretly breathing a sigh of relief, Wei Ran, after confirming that Multaza's physical condition was relatively stable, pulled Kirill back to his original position and sat down obediently.

After eating naan cakes soaked in mutton soup with their backs turned against the biting cold wind, everyone set off again, lining up in the same formation as in the morning, and continuing to walk towards the other end of the valley under the leadership of Mahbub.

This valley was much longer than Wei Ran expected. The further they went, the terrain became more and more rugged. Various large and small heavily weathered rocks mixed with dry branches and branches seriously slowed down their progress.

Even so, when the sun was gradually blocked by the distant mountains, they still walked out of the valley.

"Abbas is buried over there."

Mahbubu raised his hand and pointed to a protrusion made of stones on a small high ground in the distance and said, "Let's rest here tonight and set off again early tomorrow morning."

"Is there anything we can do to help?" Kirill volunteered in Farsi, "like fetching water or collecting firewood."

"Let's go collect some firewood alone."

Mahbub said, "There is no water source nearby. We will have to wait until noon tomorrow to find a new water source."

"I'll go," Kirill said proactively.

"If you dare to escape..."

"Just kill him"

Kirill raised his hand and pointed at Wei Ran, then picked up an ax and a rope, turned around and walked towards the direction he came from.

"Let me help you set up the tent."

Wei Ran smiled, helped untie a bundle of felts from the donkey, and built a shack around a protruding rock at the mouth of the valley that was strong enough to block the cold wind.

"You don't seem worried that he will run away?" asked Hakim, who was also setting up a tent together.

"Maybe he has run away."

Wei Ran made a joke that wasn't funny, then turned to look behind him.

At this time, Ayana was pointing a gun vaguely at Wei Ran, Soraya and Qiaoya were busy coaxing the two crying babies, and Multaza was busy milking the goat.

Mahbubu, on the other hand, walked alone to the hill in the distance, holding a wooden stick and a blanket.

"Is there anyone buried there?" Wei Ran looked back and asked.

"A guerrilla named Abbas"

Hakeem explained, "He was Mahbub's best student and...Malalai's only son."

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Hearing this, Wei Ran looked in the direction of Mahbubu again. At this time, the old man had already limped up the hill and would bring

He spread a blanket beside the small, simple tomb, knelt down on it, held his hands in the last ray of sunset, and began to perform the devout obeisance.

Almost at the same time that Wei Ran and Hakim set up the shack, Kirill also used a rope to pull back a large bundle of firewood. Then he took the initiative to pick up the engineer shovel and dug two holes at the door of the shack, which were enough to keep them safe.

Bonfire in the distance.

However, until the bonfires were lit one after another, Mahbub was still kneeling on the hill, and no one knew what he was thinking.

Not long after, an enamel pot containing the remaining mutton was filled with water and placed on the lit bonfire. A small jar of goat milk that Multaza had just squeezed was also placed on the charcoal fire and waited to be boiled.

"Hakim, please bring my father back."

Ayana said that although she has been on the road these two days, her body has recovered quite well, at least she has much more strength to speak.

After looking at Wei Ran and Kirill who were warming themselves up by another bonfire, Hakim got up and walked towards the hill in the distance.

"I just picked this up"

Kirill whispered, and at the same time quickly showed Wei Ran what he had in his hand. It was an outdated Webley revolver.

Before he could say anything, Kirill made a silent gesture, then buried the pistol in the sand beside the bonfire, and then moved his butt to suppress the pistol.

Without Wei Ran asking, he took the initiative to explain in a low voice, "I have been paying attention to the corpses along the way. Many of them still have weapons on them."

"But it has been soaked in water and can no longer be used."

Wei Ran reminded in a low voice that he also noticed those weapons along the way, but in such a valley with seasonal floods, even if there were bullets in those weapons, they must have been damp.

What's more, Kirill is not good at picking up any weapons, but he picked up such a British piece of garbage. Even if he wanted to find suitable ammunition from other people, it would be difficult for him.

“Better than nothing”

Just as Kirill finished speaking, Mahbub also limped back with Hakim's support.

Without any communication, Soraya and Qiao Ya served everyone a portion of mutton soup and divided half a piece of dry naan bread.

Wei Ran and Kirill became more and more skillful in tearing apart the naan bread and throwing it into the hot broth. They ate their dinner in silence while listening to Mahbub and others not far away using Pushkin.

Pictorial chat.

"Can you understand?" Wei Ran asked in a low voice.

"Don't understand." Kirill shook his head, and then wrote on the sand with the handle of his fork, "Don't be in a hurry to sleep tonight."

After looking at the words written by the other party, Wei Ran looked at Kirill again, and then nodded lightly.

"Have you changed your mind?" Wei Ran asked in a low voice.

"I dreamed about Yelena last night, and it was her all night long." Kirill took a deep breath, "I want to go back as soon as possible, I can't wait."

"Then let's do it tonight..."

Wei Ran responded vaguely. He had no expectations for what was going to happen at night. It was just that some people would survive and some would die.

After finishing dinner absentmindedly, Wei Ran wrapped up his blanket early and lay down by the campfire. As for the tent that had just been set up, it was for Ayana and her children, as well as the two "little nannies" Soraya and Qiao Ya.

prepared.

That night, Mahbubu was still responsible for guarding them in the first half of the night. The old man held the Bobosha submachine gun in his arms, but one of his hands was always on the trigger guard.

It was midnight, and just when Mahbub woke Hakim up to replace him, Wei Ran and Kirill opened their eyes almost at the same time.

Through the embers of the campfire, Wei Ran could vaguely see that Kirill had slowly touched his hand into the sand beneath him.

But the next second, he stopped.

Immediately afterwards, Hakim came over with a bundle of firewood and pressed it on the embers of the bonfire between the two of them. He even knelt down and tilted his head and blew a few hard breaths until the firewood was ignited by the embers.

He stood up and patted the sand on his legs, turned around and picked up another bundle of firewood and walked towards another bonfire at the door of the shack.

Before he could add more wood to the bonfire, Kirill had already taken out the Webley pistol and hid it under the felt covering his body.

However, before he could find a chance, the roar of an airplane suddenly came from the night sky above his head!

In just an instant, everyone, whether they were really asleep or pretending to sleep, or had just woken up or were about to sleep, all got up very quickly!

"Quickly put out the fire!" Wei Ran and Hakim shouted almost simultaneously.

Then, before they could cover the bonfire with sand or blankets, a fighter jet roared across the sky at an angle of almost 45 degrees across the valley.

"Run! Run!"

Kirill threw the revolver in his hand directly into the blanket and shouted in horror, "It's Su-25! Run! We have to hide immediately!"

Before he finished speaking, Kirill and Wei Ran rushed into the tent one after another, and directly picked up Ayana, who was lying on the stretcher and was not yet fully awake, and ran in the direction of the valley when they were lifted up!

"Child! My child is still in the tent!" Ayana shouted in panic after reacting.

"Hurry up and grab the baby!" Wei Ran shouted to the two little girls in the tent.

After reacting, Qiao Ya and Soraya immediately picked up a child and ran out.

At the same time, Hakim also carried Multaza onto the donkey.

But in the same short period of time, Mahbubu had already ignited the blanket he was covering, and then carrying the Bobosha submachine gun, he quickly mounted a donkey!

"You run into the valley! No matter what happens, don't come out!"

Before Mahbub finished speaking, he slapped the donkey's butt hard and put the ignited blanket on the donkey's butt.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Stimulated by the pain and flames, the donkey also screamed and took off its hooves and ran in the direction outside the valley.

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To be continued...