War Photographer's Notebook

Chapter 790 Sent to the Black Coal Kiln

By the side of the bonfire, which was filled with a little meaty smell and a strong smell of burnt, Ji Ma drove a truck and passed Anton and others who came.

In the carriage wrapped in canvas, the rabbit rider Kerim, his concubine Saida, and the member of the bullshit language patrol team all engraved with various Russian graffiti are firmly bound by dirty leather ropes In fact, even their heads were covered with a dirty sheepskin tube.

On the other side of the earth beam, at the door of the two yurts next to each other, only the woman named Jialinna was left at this time. She looked at Maya's brother Anton in dejection and despair and led people to rescue her first. I saw a girl and child who were handcuffed in another yurt, and watched them open the container truck, and took detailed photos of the golden eagles and peregrine falcons, as well as various animal skins and antelope horns waiting to be shipped out of the country. photo.

Compared with the anger or despair pervading the hearts of both parties here, the atmosphere in the truck driven by Ji Ma was much more relaxed.

Driving on this desolate Gobi, as long as the general direction is correct, as long as the speed is slow, you can be distracted and do other things.

Because of this, Wei Ran and Jima are each holding a Soviet lunch box that Anton handed them just now, eating hot hand-caught mutton with big mouthfuls, and from time to time, the two brothers will also carry Picking up the beer bottle stuck between the seats, he took a big gulp of cold beer.

"Victor, just now Anton said that after we go back, his father will kill horses for us to eat."

"Kill the horse?" Wei Ran looked at Ji Ma who was driving in confusion, "Why did you kill the horse?"

"I heard from Maya that it seems to be their Kazakh tradition."

Ji Ma threw a gnawed sheep bone out of the car window, and said vaguely, "Probably based on the importance of the guests, they will choose to kill horses, big sheep, or lambs to entertain guests. Overall, a very welcoming people.”

Before Wei Ran could make a comment, Jima picked up a piece of mutton again and took a bite, "Victor, do you think this means that Maya's father has accepted me?"

"This is not the Northeast of China, and horse meat is not chicken stewed with mushrooms." Wei Ran, who was also eating meat in the co-pilot position, muttered in Chinese vaguely.

"What are you talking about?" Jima asked a little louder.

"Nothing." Wei Ran also threw the gnawed bone out of the window, "I said, I want to eat lamb more than horse meat."

"Me too." Ji Ma nodded in agreement, "I'm still going to learn how to ride a horse."

"If you want to learn, I can teach you when the time comes." Wei Ran replied absent-mindedly, but he was secretly thinking about the identity of Maya's father.

"Are you here to teach me?"

Ji Ma obviously took this sentence as a joke, "Victor, I have been to your Huaxia, and I have never seen a horse at your grandmother's house, not even a donkey."

"So?" Wei Ran, who was distracted just now, didn't realize what the other party was going to say for a while.

"I don't think you can ride a horse and teach me how to ride a horse."

Ji Ma threw out a bone again, "What I want to learn is the kind of horse that can participate in the sheep picking competition."

"Goat competition?" Wei Ran also threw out a bone, swallowing the meat in two or three bites, "What kind of sheep competition?"

"A very exciting and violent sport, probably similar to polo, except that the ball is replaced by a sheep carcass weighing about 30 kilograms."

Jima said with full expectation, "Maya's eldest brother Anton, second brother Dorian, and third brother Thorne are all fans of this sport. They will participate in the competition every year. Even their father, Mr. Soslan, is still holding a sheep." The referee and coach of the game, and there is a field specially used for training on their ranch."

"So you want to learn this?" Wei Ran looked at Ji Ma pityingly, "Brother, I think if you really want to participate in this sport, you don't necessarily have to learn how to ride a horse."

"Do you want me and Maya's father to learn to be a referee?" Jima's eyes lit up, "Victor, you are really smart, this method is not good"

"no no no"

Wei Ran shook the bone in his hand, and said solemnly, "I mean, you might try to be that 30kg sheep in this sport."

“What a great offer”

Ji Ma gave Wei Ran a middle finger in return, and said angrily, "In short, we must learn to ride a horse. Also, tomorrow night, my Maya will take Aurora and the others to visit the ranch. This is what Maya sent a message to tell mine."

"So all troubles have to be sorted out before dark tomorrow?"

"That's about it"

Jima picked up the wine bottle and took a big gulp of cold beer, "But don't worry, there are only five or six people we need to deal with, and two of them are dedicated to catching eagles. They have no fighting power at all."

"Since we don't have much time, let's speed up." Wei Ran had already put down the wine bottle he had just raised while speaking.

Hearing this, Ji Ma lost his bones and stepped on the accelerator hard to increase the speed of the car.

Just before 10:[-] midnight, the truck driven by Jima finally stopped near a stone mountain less than [-] kilometers away from the edge of the reserve under the command of the fat man and the rabbit rider named Kerim.

According to Kerem and the fat man, Kerim's remaining helpers are operating near this rocky mountain, and their main job, apart from being ready to kidnap "that Russian movie star" at any time, is It is here to trap peregrine falcons and golden eagles. By the way, at night, I will also go to the reserve to make some small movements that attract attention.

Parked far away and turned off the engine, before the two of them had time to open the door, Jima received a call.

When he hung up the phone, the guy slammed the car door again, and said while turning the car, "Don't bother us."

"What's wrong?" Wei Ran asked with a yawn.

"Just half an hour ago"

Jima raised his finger and pointed in the direction of the reserve, "Intalai's helpers and members of the anti-poaching organization caught them together."

"Caught all of them?" Wei Ran raised his eyebrows, belatedly realizing that he seemed to have overestimated the opponent's combat power.

"Caught them all"

Ji Ma kicked the accelerator heavily, "It's not too difficult to catch them after there are no spies to inform them, and those people all enter the reserve on horseback in order not to make too much noise. Once they are caught How can a four-legged horse outrun a four-wheeled cart?"

"It's unlucky for them." Wei Ran shook his head dumbfoundingly. To put it bluntly, the most important thing is to find out the spies hiding around him.

"It's really unlucky for them." Ji Ma nodded with a smile, and at the same time stepped on the accelerator to the bottom.

When they drove all the way to the yurt on the edge of the reserve, they saw a dilapidated van parked in the open space outside the yurt from a long distance away. , and there was a stocky old man listening to grassland folk songs coming from a broken speaker.

Seeing Jima flashing the lights, the old man slowly opened the door and got out of the car, carrying a tattered sheepskin bag to the side of the driver's seat, opened the door and beckoned for Jima to sit inside and move it for him locations.

Seeing this, Wei Ran hurriedly gave way to Ji Ma, and then, Ji Ma also moved to the direction of the co-pilot to give way to the driver's seat.

"Good boy, thank you for your hard work."

The old man said gently, first he hugged Jima, then reached out to shake Wei Ran, "Jima, introduce me quickly, is this young man Victor, Maya's classmate?"

"Yes Dad"

Jima said quickly, "He is the young historian Victor I mentioned to you. He is not only Maya's classmate, but also my good friend."

Having said that, Jima paused, and then introduced to Wei Ran, "Victor, this handsome old man is Maya's father, Mr. Soslan, and his cooking skills are very good. , you must try his craft."

"Hello, Mr. Southland."

Wei Ran greeted the other party, and at the same time, he gave the middle finger to Jima, a shameless scum, he didn't expect that this guy would call his father before he was in trouble, and he even called him so natural.

Not only that, this Mr. Soslan has a gentle smile on his face from the beginning to the end, and he doesn't seem to mind the addition of Jima, who is so big.

In the chatting between the three men, the speed of the truck with another driver was much slower, it seemed that Maya's father put more energy into the chatting with Jima and Wei Ran.

However, it was also because of the chat with this old guy that Wei Ran felt more and more that this old man seemed to be an ordinary herdsman, not like Karp or Gorman at all, with a kind of lingering feeling on his body. Not going to the Soviet flavor.

And this can only explain two situations, either, this Soslan is really an ordinary person like that veteran Leva, or, his disguise is so good that whether it is Jima or Wei Ran couldn't even tell whether he was the same type of person as Karp and others before.

With these small doubts, the truck drove for more than three hours continuously under his driving, and finally stopped at the edge of a frozen river.

"Take down the things you robbed." Uncle Soslan pushed open the car door with a smile, took the sheepskin bag at his feet and left the cab.

Seeing this, Wei Ran immediately pushed open the car door, took the mobile phone ID and other things he had searched before, jumped out of the cab and followed Suo Silan to the frozen river bank, and the last one to get out of the car, Ji Ma, also held a The flashlight followed.

Under the curious gazes of Wei Ran and Jima, Soslan took out a particularly thick balloon from his sheepskin pocket, and then took out a stainless steel cylinder one size smaller than the fire extinguisher.

"Wipe those picked up mobile phones well"

As the old man spoke, he pulled out of his pocket a large package of wet wipes, some pairs of rubber gloves, and a spray bottle full of rubbing alcohol.

Seeing this, Wei Ran and Jima each put on gloves, wiped the three mobile phones carefully, and then, under Suo Silan's command, put them in a greasy stomach bag with a fishy smell.

Before this was over, Suo Silan also poured some pungent liquid into the stomach bag, and then tied it with a plastic rope.

After everything was ready, he opened the gas bottle, filled the balloon with gas, and hung the stinky stomach bag on it.

Watching the dark blue balloon slowly rise into the sky and drift into the distance driven by the wind, Soslan took off his gloves and lit it with a lighter in satisfaction, and then ignited the documents seized by Wei Ran and Jima into ashes.

After everything was done, Soslan stepped on the exhausted sparks, greeted Wei Ran and the two, dragged the three people in the cargo bucket and threw them on the river bank, and then greeted Wei Ran without even looking at them. The two got into the car and started driving back.

"Dad, are those three people left there?" Ji Ma's father's call was extremely smooth, and the question was just right.

"do not worry"

Soslan waved his hand and said with some pride, "My second daughter is married to the son of the director of the coal mine not far away, and that young man is also Thorne's good friend, so don't worry, they will be together for the rest of their lives. Don't think about it."

Fuck!Send the black coal kiln!
Wei Ran's brows twitched, this is worse than death, and seeing how skillful the old man is at manipulating it, who knows how many of the black coal mines he sent in.

"Good boy, don't look at me like that."

Soslan snorted coldly, "I don't want to do this kind of thing, but I always think about the safety of my children, of course, and those poor little guys in the reserve, they are all scared these days Broken. Especially I heard Kajik tell me that those two men are still bastards of the language patrol!"

"Mr. Soslan, is there a big difference between Kazakh and Russian?" Wei Ran asked curiously.

"Of course it's big"

Soslan took out a cigarette case from his pocket, pointed to the words written in Cyrillic letters on it, and said, "This is Kazakhstan. The only thing it has in common with Russian is that they are all spelled in Cyrillic letters."

"I don't know a word, but I know every letter." Wei Ran looked at the words on the cigarette box and answered truthfully.

"Those idiots want people not to speak Russian and want to replace Cyrillic with Latin"

Suo Silan took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, and then handed the cigarette case to Jima beside him, "If it is more convenient to use that way, I don't think anyone will object, but actually I see Maya demonstrated it, and it was just plain stupid."

"So that language patrol doesn't seem to be popular?" Jima asked curiously.

"That's a bunch of stupid and bad lunatics and idiots!"

Uncle Soslan explained cursingly, "As I said just now, if it's easier to use, everyone can accept it, and no one cares about the spelling. Even in fact, in Kazakhstan, if only Kazakhstan Can't speak Russian, almost equivalent to an illiterate hillbilly.

On the other hand, those bad guys don't really care whether everyone speaks Russian or Kazakh, let alone what alphabet is used to spell it.These wolf cubs who come out of the ram's ass hole with the dung ball are actually just trying to incite hatred and provoke conflicts. "

"It sounds very American." Wei Ran couldn't help but commented.

"Maybe there is still a strong smell of rabbit riding barbecue," Ji Ma reminded.

"I think it smells like shit"

Uncle Soslan sighed and continued to explain, "The current main ethnic groups in Kazakhstan are nothing more than the Kazakhs and the general Russians. As long as these two ethnic groups have hatred because of language and writing, the country will soon fall into civil strife.

What will they do then?It must start with religion, forcing everyone to believe in only a trace of blue religion, prohibiting or even bloody suppression of Orthodox Church, and then religious struggles continue to incite hatred, turning this country into a meaningless battlefield among a group of ignorant herdsmen. "

"From this point of view, letting them work in the coal mine seems to be the lightest punishment." Jima said with some regret, "I should have engraved all this on them at the time."

"My son-in-law and his father hate this kind of people the most"

Suo Silan smiled proudly, "Those bastards will never see the sun in this life, and since they don't want to speak Russian, then they will never speak in this life."

(End of this chapter)