Already."

"We'll have a try after we finish replenishing the ammunition!" Athol said confidently.

"Go to the hospital, not to the train station or government building. It's not easy to eat there."

The enthusiastic American soldier lowered his voice and said, "The hospital seems to be full of wounded, but it still counts as commission!"

"I'll give it to you two when I get a girl next time!" Athol vowed.

"Remember to find me the ones with blond hair," the American soldier licked his lips, "and the young ones!"

"I will help you look for it carefully." Atsol held a cigarette in his mouth and patted his chest to once again guarantee the promise he just made.

"Then it's settled, call me on the radio channel if you find it."

After saying that, the American soldier bumped fists with Wei Ran, greeted his teammates, and walked towards the direction where Wei Ran and others came from, chatting and laughing.

"How far are we still?" Culp asked in a low voice with a cold tone. "We're almost there." Gala wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, "but we have to pass a gate with a Chechen handle ahead."

"How many people are there?" Ruslan asked after him.

"Not many, there were only six or seven people when we passed by last time." Atsol, who was also broken into a cold sweat, replied, "They mainly prohibit refugees from passing there, and generally they won't check us."

"Let's go!" Captain Culp
Chapter completed!