Rogue Aventure

Peshawar is divided into old town, new town and university town.The old city was formed in the 15th century during the Mughal Dynasty in India. It has not changed much for hundreds of years. The dirt road streets are very narrow, circling like a maze, and the buildings beside the road have a strong Indian style.

Three days later, there was still no change in Peshawar. There were still so many motor vehicles, horse-drawn carriages, and human-powered rickshaws. Traveling through the streets, businessmen in neat suits passed by tribal residents with white headscarves and beards.Ragged beggar children are still everywhere, and they follow every foreign guest like a shadow.It's just that the weather is a bit abnormal. It's the end of December. At this time of the year, the highest daytime is more than 20 degrees, but today it is definitely over [-] degrees.It's getting hot and cold in winter, which is really annoying.

Maihesumu Aishan, Abudurexiti and their subordinates wandered around the streets, no different from those local civilians who had nothing to do.And Yang Luo, Li Tao, Madman and Abu walked last, admiring the scenery on both sides of the street.

A group of people seemed to have no purpose, just wandering around. As time went by, they crossed the railway across the urban area from the old city to the new city.

The new city was built during the British colonial rule in the 19th century. It was also called the barracks area because it was once the place where the British army was stationed.Near the Xincheng Central Market, you can see the fort-like American Consulate.Surveillance cameras and barbed wire line the high walls of the consulate, surrounded by solid barricades and heavily armed Pakistani soldiers.The American Club near the consulate is a frequent gathering place for Western diplomats, journalists and United Nations agency staff in Peshawar.A bulletin board in the hallway of the club posted a security warning from the American consulate, telling Westerners not to go where the locals gather.

Yang Luo stood opposite the US consulate and watched, Li Tao and the lunatic stood behind Yang Luo, and Abu stood beside Yang Luo. He didn't know what Yang Luo was looking at, and he also imitated Yang Luo's appearance, with his feet crossed and his arms slumped With his head tilted and a cigarette dangling from his mouth, he always thought it was cool to look like this.

The four of Yang Luo stood there for five or six minutes, when two Pakistani soldiers who were in charge of guarding the US consulate came over.Originally, the expressions on the faces of the two were very serious, but after seeing Yang Luo's oriental faces, the serious expressions instantly thawed.

"Chinese?"

Yang Luo smiled and nodded: "Yes, we are Chinese."

The two soldiers showed smiles on their faces. They first saluted Yang Luo, and then shook hands warmly: "Welcome Chinese brothers to Pakistan!"

Yang Luo was also very polite: "Thank you, you are also our brothers."

The two Pakistani soldiers were very happy. If they were not still on duty, the two guys would probably have to take Yang Luo to have a good drink.

Seeing the two soldiers walking back, Yang Luo couldn't help but sigh with emotion.When he goes to any country, when someone asks, he will say, are you Japanese or Korean.Only in Pakistan, whether you are a soldier or a policeman or an ordinary person, will ask you if you are Chinese.

Yang Luo took one last puff of his cigarette and stomped on the ground with the cigarette butt still in his mouth.Abu also followed Yang Luo's example, throwing the cigarette butt on the ground, and then stepped on it.

Yang Luo tilted his head and glanced at Abu, he didn't know what kind of nerve this kid was having.After returning to the small building behind the warehouse yesterday, I imitated my every move.

Abu felt that Yang Luo was looking at him, he was a little confused, so he still poked Yang Luo's arm: "They have gone far, hurry up and follow."

Yang Luo said; "Follow me closely when you act, and don't leave one meter away from me."

Abu didn't understand what it meant, but still nodded; "I see!"

The four of Yang Luo continued to walk forward. In fact, it didn't matter if they couldn't keep up with the people in front of them. They were afraid of attracting attention, so they walked separately.Just gather at the appointed place at three o'clock, and act before school is over at 04:30.It's not yet eleven o'clock, and there is plenty of time, so Yang Luo is not in a hurry, just walking slowly.

At this time, a street appeared in front of him, and Abu pointed to that street and said excitedly: "The whole street is full of gun shops, and there are all kinds of guns. Do you want to go and have a look?"

Yang Luo nodded: "Go and have a look!"

Peshawar is a world dominated by Pathan, that is, Pashtun men. The Pathan people do not have the physique of Schwarzenegger, but they are very tough and aggressive by nature. The north and south of Peshawar stretch across the world. The largest tribal area, the Pakistani government has no control over this area, and the elders of the Patan tribe have the final say.

The Pathans have never surrendered to any dynasty, and even the British, who made the whole of India surrender, were defeated by the Pathans.

Yang Luo walked into that street, there were pedestrians with guns on their backs, most of them were fully automatic rifles, semi-automatic rifles and shotguns with relatively high firepower. You can buy a pistol for only 800 yuan, and the more expensive fully automatic rifle is only [-] yuan.There are all kinds of guns here, even shoulder-fired rockets.It can be said that this is a small world small arms exhibition.

But because of the proliferation of guns, in many cases, there are often situations where there is a disagreement or some disputes, and guns are drawn. This is common in Peshawar and many places in Pakistan.No, just as Yang Luo and the others walked out of this street, they heard a burst of gunfire.

Two Pakistanis who drew their pistols and shot at each other after a quarrel on the street saw Yang Luo and the others passing by, and ignored them at first, but after seeing that Yang Luo had an oriental face, a guy hid in a corner and shot call.

"Are you Chinese?"

Yang Luo nodded, and the other guy poked his head in the corner not far away, knowing that Yang Luo and the others were Chinese, they immediately stopped shooting, and then the two guys greeted Yang Luo and the others with smiles and gestures, Let them avoid it quickly to avoid accidental injury. After Yang Luo and the others walked away, the two Pakistanis continued the previous gunfight!

Yang Luo looked back, and suddenly laughed loudly: "It's really interesting!"

The madman curled his lips and said: "With their marksmanship, it is estimated that there will be no results tomorrow morning."

Yang Luo shook his head. At this time, they had already left the new city, heading towards the border of Ba-A, and soon came to the University City.There are more than a dozen universities and scientific research institutions in Peshawar concentrated here. The trees are lush and the flowers are blooming, and the old appearance of the city of thousands of flowers can be vaguely seen.

Yang Luo strolled through the quiet campus with his hands behind his back, occasionally seeing one or two students in Muslim robes sitting on a bench under the shade of a tree reading, making people temporarily forget the pain of the war.However, as soon as I left the school gate and walked along Daxue Road, I saw continuous Afghan refugee camps.Several adults sat in front of the dilapidated adobe house, their eyes dull.As soon as the child saw a passing vehicle, he ran to it, knocked on the window, and begged for change.

Looking at everything in front of him, Yang Luo sighed and said: "As far as I know, more than 20 Afghan refugees have returned home from Pakistan, but there are still nearly a million refugees stranded here." The ruins of a large adobe house left behind after leaving.The former City of Flowers, like its neighbor Afghanistan, will take longer to heal the wounds of war.

After leaving Daxue Road, they walked aimlessly. At about [-]:[-], Yang Luo and the others returned to Xincheng.In a dilapidated Islamic church in the southeast of the new city, a small truck was parked inside, and the compartment behind the truck was covered with a rainproof cloth.

Maihesumu Aishan and Abdurexit had arrived a long time ago. Seeing the arrival of the four of Yang Luo, Maihesumu Aishan smiled and said, "Why did you come here?"

Yang Luo said: "Go to the University City to have a look. The environment there is good. I never thought that there would be such a paradise in Peshawar."

Maihe Sumu Aishan said: "There is no paradise in Peshawar, but it is too important to Pakistan, so there are military bases around it, and the price of terrorist attacks there is too high, so these years have been safe and secure. thing.

As Maihe Sumu Aishan said, anger flashed in his eyes: "Sooner or later, I will make that place a ruin."

The corner of Yang Luo's mouth twitched into a vague smile, looked at the time and said, "It's almost time, we should act now."

Maihesumu Aishan nodded, and with a wave of his hand, the two terrorists lifted the tarpaulin from the truck, jumped into the truck, and removed several wooden boxes inside to open it.I saw that there were m16s inside, and two shoulder-fired rocket launchers.

Yang Luo picked up an m16, and the scent of ink proved that these guns were brand new.With a bang, Yang Luo pulled the bolt of the gun, then turned around suddenly, and the black muzzle of the gun was pointed at Abdurexiti.

The atmosphere in the entire space suddenly condensed, squeezing everyone's hearts like a substance, giving people a feeling of suffocation.In particular, there was no sound in the church, which made them feel an unprecedented pressure.

Abudurexiti's body froze there suddenly, his face turned pale in an instant, he stared blankly at the black muzzle of the gun, and his throat rolled.

Maihesumu Aishan's face also changed, and his brain suddenly went blank. He didn't know why Yang Luo pointed a gun at Abdulrexiti.Could it be that it was the same incident yesterday, did he not forgive Abdul Rexiti?

There was a fine layer of sweat on Abdurexiti's forehead, and he could clearly hear his own heartbeat.As the core figure of the East 1 Iraqi Movement, he has fought countless wars with the Taliban, and he has left countless scars on his body. It is not that there are no enemies pointing at his head with guns, but it has never been like today , Facing Yang Luo, he couldn't think of resistance at all.He knew that this feeling was dangerous, but there was always a voice in his heart telling him not to move, as long as he moved, he would suffer a fatal blow.This feeling of powerlessness annoyed him, even in the face of thousands of enemies, he had never been so powerless.

It may have been 30 seconds, but for Abdurexiti, it seemed as long as a century.There were more and more beads of sweat on his face, and the clothes on his body were also soaked through with sweat.

Maihesumu Aishan's expression kept changing, and just as he opened his mouth to speak, he heard Yang Luo laugh out loud, and put down the gun in his hand: "I was just joking, I think I'll scare you."