Years of war have made Sierra Leone unable to take care of its own construction and development, and its people are in danger of being slaughtered at any time.
To be alive is the only priority for the people living here.
There is only 20 kilometers of road from the intersection of Highway 334 to the Bocheng mining area, although the distance is not far, but the road condition is not good.
The car clattered on the loess highway, sitting in the carriage full of the smell of blood, Long Yun's trance-like mood never recovered.
The old fish really hung up, and this matter seemed like a dream to Long Yun.
He even fantasized that the old guy would suddenly come out of a corner, slap his shoulder so hard that it hurts, and then say with a look like the sky doesn't care, "Hey, it's not a big deal if you're stunned."
Yes, that old guy will always look like he doesn't care about anything.
When I first met the old guy in Somalia, the two of them and the American girl were trapped in the mud house, and the old fish calmly stood in front of the window until he finished all the ammunition on his body, and then retreated to the back room, sat beside him with a smile, easily ripped off two grenades from his tactical vest, handed one of them over, and said: "Hey boy, we are also fated, we can't be born on the same day and year of the same year, so we can get together and die on the same day and month of the same year, come, take it, wait for those guys to rush in, take out your man's courage, and pull this thing together." ” It seemed to him that he was not handed a grenade, but a bottle of fine champagne.
Just wait for the last moment to come, and then open the bottle and toast.
What Lao Yu admires most is that this battlefield veteran, who has been described as "weathered, born and died", is not an exaggeration to describe it, and he can still maintain a downbeat mentality after rolling in gunsmoke and blood for so many years.
Went abroad in his teens, got married in his twenties, and then the babies were born one by one, in order to live, Lao Yu went from outside the law to the South African Foreign Elite Corps, and then transferred from the elite corps to the universal company, and for more than 20 years, he has been doing things with his head pinned in his crotch.
In Lao Yu's life, of course, he has struggled, but Lao Yu has no culture, and some are just a killer skill, so he can only make a living in this way and fight against life in this way.
He remembered that in Kebby's camp, Old Fish and he sat under a tree, chatting about his farm in the suburbs of Paris, France, and the excitement of retiring from the battlefield of blood and fire to enjoy life could not help but leak through his eyes.
Although he went abroad in his early years, he is still Chinese at his roots, and the Chinese are the most kind and resilient people, and their ideals are so simple and simple, even revealing the fresh muddy smell of the yellow earth.
All the lives and blood shed, in the final analysis, are still for the simple ideal of "wife and children hot pit".
At that time, I seemed to understand why Lao Yu would give up all his previous caution and take over this bottomless business.
Two million dollars is enough for Lao Yu to realize the simple and simple ideal.
What's more, the brothers in the team can also withdraw from this circle, have an objective pension, and do whatever they want.
It is only one step away from the mining area of Bocheng Town to the base camp of the rebels, a short distance of more than 20 kilometers, which is the distance between heaven and hell.
The old fish exhausted all his skills, and finally fell in the middle of this road It's really not worth it It's not worth it Long Yun couldn't help but beat his head hard, trying not to let himself think about the old fish who was burned alive in the wheelhouse, not to think about the king, not to think about the poet, and not to think about the duke.
But when you are immersed in your own memories, not only are the sounds of the outside world blocked out of your senses, but even the passage of time seems to speed up.
Long Yun seemed to be in an empty theater, the old-fashioned projector was ringing, and his life was playing on the big screen, the old fish, the king, the poet, the duke, these passers-by who could not be erased in their lives appeared one after another, and then left tragically.
Repeating the plot he already knew, it was a living ordeal for him.
He felt a splitting headache, and the terrifying scene in the depths of his memory came to him again as scheduled, and he was at the bottom of the Pacific Ocean, surrounded by deep darkness, terrifyingly quiet, inner hesitation and loneliness, and that terrible feeling of helplessness came together like a flood, and he wanted to call for help, but as soon as he opened his mouth, the sea water poured mercilessly into his lungs.
He struggled to reach the sea, but saw that the whole world was on a sea of lava and fire, huge fires were falling from the sky, the sky was covered with dark clouds, the earth was full of magma, people were fleeing in all directions, and the screams were like the howling and crying of 100,000 evil spirits in hell at the same time, which was extremely terrible.
In the distance, on the high mountains, armored giants swung their fiery swords, and the earth cracked, the earth sank to the bottom of the sea, the sky cracked with blood-red openings, and the flames rained down like mercury "The sun will eventually turn black, the earth will sink to the bottom of the sea, the scorching stars will fall from the sky, and the flames will rise into the sky and swallow the heavens.
Gods, you are doomed, and death is the final end."
The heart began to beat violently again, as if it was about to crash through the chest and jump out, you could feel the blood running like crazy in the blood vessels, every meridian felt incomparably painful, and the head was constantly pounded by the blood, as if it was about to explode.
"Ahh "What's wrong with you, ghost" The man's wife pounced in some panic and put her hand on his carotid artery to test the pulse, in her opinion, Long Yun was starting to get sick again.
Taking out Long Yun's sedative from his pocket, the man's wife stuffed the pill into his mouth and poured the medicine into his stomach with a kettle.
"How do you feel?"
the man's wife didn't dare to relax for a moment, and asked with concern.
Long Yun's breathing gradually began to calm down, his pulse slowly dropped, and when he opened his eyes, his whole body was wet with sweat.
"It's okay, it's okay" He got up, and suddenly the car slowed down, and the road was full of people, hundreds of people.
The crosshair said in the headset, "Ghosts, these seem to be the villagers of Tovama Village that we rescued yesterday. ” The road was narrow, and the villagers leaned against the side of the road, slowly swallowing through the dust raised.
Their eyes were blank, the men carried simple bags, and the women carried baskets and jars on their heads, which were all their belongings.
Through the gaps in the carriage boards, Long Yun could see the beads of sweat on the faces of these villagers and smell the smell on their bodies.
The village of Towama was destroyed yesterday, and the villagers were terrified by the night's fighting, and the rebels died in the village, and Kamala's army would not let them go no matter what.
Leaving is the only option.
Tuk-tuk There was a sudden knocking sound in the cab, and the crosshair looked serious, turned around and knocked on the glass window behind him a few times, pointing to the front, and signaling the men and women to pay attention to the situation ahead.
The sound of a crosshair came from the headphones: "Noticed someone in front of me" He grabbed the steering wheel in one hand, pulled out his observation scope with the other, and adjusted the focus to look.
The "rebel" crosshair yelled in the headphones: "Sit tight."
With that, he hit the steering wheel and stopped on the side of the road.
The rebels on the opposite side barely hesitated, and the sound of machine guns rang out like beans.
All of them All of them The sound was dull and rhythmic, the sound of gunfire from American-made 2HB point 5O large-caliber machine guns on an armed pickup.
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Columns of dust were stirred up under the feet of villagers on the side of the road, and bullets burrowed into the earth, kicking up rubble and clods.
Several villagers who could not dodge were immediately beaten in two by large-caliber machine guns, and some villagers were directly broken their entire thighs, fell to the ground and screamed, and the rest fled in panic.
The smell of blood suddenly spread, and the highway that was calm just now has once again become a purgatory on earth: