War Photographer's Notebook

Chapter 1666 A memorable day

On November 11th, Maya's ranch had been decorated very beautifully.

On the grassland covered with the first snow, dozens of snow-white yurts were emitting curling smoke. Outside the yurts, the surrounding livestock and even the 77 healthy horses sent as gifts by Jima were tied with colorful ribbons and black bows.

In the largest yurt in the center of the pasture, the music with Kazakh ethnic characteristics fills every corner and every ear.

Under the watchful eyes of many cameras sent by the studio and many relatives and friends around, Maya's mother personally spread a red scarf on the carpet and put some banknotes and coins on it.

Amid the cheers of the crowd, Maya, wearing a white Kazakh robe, stepped across the veil surrounded by many girls from Sui Sui.

At the moment the applause broke out, at the gate outside the yurt, Maya's many brothers had already held down a specially selected light yellow ram and slaughtered it according to ancient rituals to entertain the son-in-law who was about to arrive.

Almost at the same time, Jima, who was also wearing traditional Kazakh clothes, came from another yurt a few hundred meters away, with the help of best man Wei Ran and Niner, driving his 77 "bride gifts" and other betrothal gifts carried by these horses in a somewhat clumsy manner.

"Am I really going to marry Maya?"

At the back of the herd, Ji Ma, who was holding a whip in his hand, carefully drove the big white horse he was riding and asked, "Why do I feel like I'm going to Maya's house to apply for a job as a horse herder?"

“Not much difference”

Wei Ran, who was also riding on a horse, joked with great amusement, "In our Chinese mythology, a similar job is called Bi Ma Wen."

"If you don't want to, you still have time to regret it," Ninel joked.

"I won't regret it even if I have to herd a hundred Godzillas in the future," Jima said through gritted teeth, treating this as the last test before the wedding.

“You should be content”

Wei Ran reminded, "I heard from Aurora that normally it would take two to three days just to get the betrothal gifts, and if you want to hold the wedding, you'll have to wait at least half a month, so Maya's parents are already taking good care of you."

"I think so too!" Ji Ma said happily.

“Can Kazakhs marry multiple wives?”

Niniel had a bad taste in his mouth, "Jima, you are already a rich man, maybe you can marry more women."

"forget it"

Jima shuddered. "Maya will sober me up in the Black Widow way."

Amidst the teasing of Wei Ran and Ninel, the groom Jima finally handed his betrothal gift to Maya's father.

When he walked into the yurt accompanied by Wei Ran and Niniel, Maya's father and several brothers, Maya's mother and several sisters-in-law immediately threw large amounts of candies, sweet breads and handfuls of milk lumps at them.

Amid the cheers from all around, the Hela girls who had come to join in the fun and the children of Maya's brothers immediately gathered around to grab the wedding candies that were all over the floor.

When the people, with Jima as the protagonist, finally sat down, Maya's sisters-in-law immediately came up to pour them kumis and served them large plates of mutton.

Compared to Wei Ran, who took out a food knife and ate recklessly, and Ninel, who was also eating recklessly while holding a leg of lamb, Jima's attention was all on Maya, who was sitting on the opposite seat, accompanied by many girls including Sui Sui.

However, according to tradition they were not allowed to talk to each other at this time.

Amidst laughter, Maya's father and several brothers played the dombra, and everyone who was invited to the wedding also danced to the music and learned the dance.

Amidst the cheerful music and dancing, Sui Sui, the bridesmaid, took the microphone and led the other girls and all the guests present to sing the Kazakh wedding march "Awujiaer", which they had learned after arriving here so long in advance and spending several days to do so.

“Is this the life we ​​expect?”

At the edge of the singing guests, Anna held a glass of kumis and clinked it gently with Kalp, talking to herself.

"yes"

Karp smiled and said with some regret, "If only we had met Victor a few years earlier."

“It’s not too late now”

Anna took a sip of wine and said with a smile, "Everyone can live a good life."

"We've barely been able to pay all the people at Fishery 33 the retirement and pensions they deserve," Culp muttered to himself.

"This is not our responsibility," Anna reminded.

“It’s definitely not”

Karp smiled and said, "But if the current federation were to take on these responsibilities, I wonder how many old guys who are about to retire would be used as pawns in meaningless places like the street fighting in Grozny."

"It seems we can only count on Victor and Aurora," Anna said with a smile.

"In some ways, these two little guys are more like Soviets than we are, almost perfect Soviets." Karp's vague tone was full of unattainable envy.

"They are not Soviets. They have their own loyal beliefs. And there are no Soviets in this world anymore."

Anna finished her words, drank the kumis in the cup and put it aside, then stretched out her hand and said with a smile, "Comrade Karp, please invite me to dance again?"

"My pleasure, beautiful and dazzling Comrade Anna."

After Karp finished speaking, he also drank the kumis in the cup, stood up and gently pulled up Anna, who was also no longer young, and danced the traditional Kazakh dance with the people around him.

Starting on World Children's Day, the three-day wedding went smoothly with singing and dancing.

On the last day of the wedding, Maya, wearing a red veil and a veil covering her face, walked into the yurt prepared for them by Jima's parents, amid the candies, sweet bread and milk lumps thrown by them. She worshiped the stove fire, and then, with everyone watching, the master of ceremonies, teacher Kajik, praised Maya in different ways with songs, lifted her veil with a whip tied with red veil, and gently pushed her into Jima's arms amid the cheers from the people around.

Although the wedding ceremony was basically over, the horse racing and sheep catching competitions organized by Maya's father and brothers, and the singing competition organized by her sisters-in-law had just begun.

At the sheep-grabbing competition, Wei Ran and Niniel, who were from the same team, rode their horses and competed with Maya's brothers for the only lamb. Not far away, many girls, led by Sui Sui, gathered at the edge of the racecourse, waving banknotes and playing the horse betting game.

Compared with the lively celebrations on the vast grassland, Mine No. 52, located on the southeast foot of the Ural Mountains, also welcomed 28 young and beautiful girls from all over the world on this day.

“This is Hela’s training camp.”

In the heavy snow, a Hela girl wearing a hood said, "On the way here, you have been asked more than once whether you want to quit. This is the end of the journey, and it is also your last chance to choose to quit."

After a pause, the Hela girl asked, "One last inquiry, has anyone chosen to withdraw?"

While waiting quietly, the girls standing in the snow tacitly answered this question for the 11th time with silence.

"Since no one has quit, you will never have a chance to quit."

The girl in charge of the training, Hela, said, "From now on, you will have a new identity, a new beginning, and a new life."

In Blagoveshchensk, far away on the China-Russia border, many disabled children have arrived in recent days, either as tourists or as illegal immigrants.

People from all over the world came to this city quietly in various legal or illegal ways, and obtained new identities that had been prepared for them long ago.

Before they arrived, the building that Hela had bought through various identities had already secretly dug a passage connecting the basement with the Soviet-era hotel in the middle, and reinforced it with concrete.

What the Kajianka sisters did not mention to Wei Ran was that in addition to buying an abandoned hotel and surrounding buildings, they also bought a vocational school next to it and converted it into a vocational school for the disabled.

As early as half a year ago, this school for the disabled invested by Japanese businessmen had already started to enroll students, and now has opened a number of skill courses suitable for people with various disabilities.

Not only that, even the abandoned hotel has been converted into an office building, with dozens of online trading companies specializing in Sino-Russian border trade-related businesses opened here, as well as some live broadcast rooms and even online gambling venues that may or may not be borderline.

There is no doubt that all the companies in this office building are secretly controlled by Succubus Company. While making money, it is of course to cover up the large amount of network bandwidth occupied by those children who actually work for Hela.

Further away, in Darwin Port, Australia, thousands of kilometers away, a beautiful villa with a view of the dock is also filled with a joyful atmosphere.

"Gentlemen"

In the strong smell of curry, the only "former Kshatriya" at the scene, holding a glass of beer, shook his head and said in a particularly energetic manner, "Let us remember this day worthy of commemoration for all cow piss people!
In the near future, everyone in the world will remember our Seven-Colored Divine Elephant Organization, and the Cow Urine Country will surely completely eliminate the backward caste system because of our efforts!

We will lead the Niu Niu Country to completely surpass China and the United States and become the greatest and richest country on this planet! Cheers! "

"cheers!"

In the reception hall, the other fifty or so dark-skinned people from the lower class who were sitting on the floor raised their beer mugs and cheered to celebrate this day which was equivalent to rebirth for them.

Outside the villa, in the cabin of a commercial van, a young girl who worked for Hila put down the binoculars she had been holding and said with a frown, "Why are they sitting on the floor and eating with their hands like pets? And even at such a long distance and through two layers of glass, I can smell the body odor of these human-like animals."

"Captain, we are already correcting their eating and hygiene habits."

Another girl sitting in the passenger seat said aggrievedly, "We have been correcting it all the way."

"Notify the people outside to make sure they take a shower every day, and especially make sure they go to the toilet at designated locations. If I see someone pooping in the yard with my telescope again, you will clean it up yourself."

After a short pause, the captain continued, "Let's add these two items to the qualification assessment. We need to get rid of all their animal instincts before the New Year."

"Can we do it?" asked the girl in the driver's seat with a bitter face.

"If they can't do it, beat them. I don't believe that these two-legged animals that speak English are more difficult to tame than four-legged animals."

The captain, Hela, took a deep breath and said as if to hypnotize herself, "Don't worry, take your time. Let's start by changing their hygiene habits."

"Captain, when are we going to give them those ridiculous headgear?" asked Hela, who was sitting in the passenger seat.

Hearing this, the girl who served as team leader couldn't help but look at the cardboard boxes in the carriage behind her.

Each of these cartons contains a silicone elephant headgear. The only difference between the seven headgears is the different colors of their trunks.

"Tell them that we will ultimately select seven speakers and only the best ones."

Captain Hela looked up and glanced out the window, kneading her temples in pain and said, "Go and inform them quickly. I've seen them peeing in the yard."

Also on this day worthy of celebration and commemoration, a group of soldiers who had left Gaza with great difficulty were sent through various secret channels, either to Zhong Zhen’s base camp or secretly to the mine clearance school headed by Cha Ming.

Compared with the tense learning atmosphere in these two secret schools, in Romania, several outlaw retired fighters who also have 8 Lestan blood flowing in their bodies have completed the continuous tracking of several targets they are responsible for and verified relevant intelligence.

"Start tomorrow morning"

One of the retired soldiers said, "We only kidnap the target. Leon, you will be responsible for torture and make him give out at least five accomplices. Aaron, you will be responsible for extortion."

"Aren't we going to do anything to his wife and children?" another retired soldier couldn't help but ask.

“We are not the kind of people who are tired of sitting on the chair.”

The captain paused and added, "Aaron, when demanding a ransom, you can use the information about the target's lover and illegitimate child to make a deal with his wife."

"Captain, you are a genius!"

Leon, who was in charge of the torture, couldn't help but exclaim, "What about me? What should I do?"

"After we torture him to get the information we need, kill Aaron as soon as he succeeds in blackmailing us."

The captain answered with a prepared answer, "Remember to record his account of the crime. This is more important than the ransom. We must expose as many of their crimes as possible before we are caught, sent to prison, or killed."

"Yes!" Everyone responded in a low voice, their tone as firm as those people back then.

(End of this chapter)