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Lin Mo didn't expect to meet an acquaintance in Damascus. He also recognized this Fudan college student who used Fengyoujing as a pass.

Shouldn't this guy be in Aleppo? Why did you end up on the frontline battlefield in Damascus?

This college student named Luo Yang traveled thousands of miles to join the rebellion in war-torn Syria just for a passionate, real and touching social practice paper.

Well, if you want to rebel or not, just don’t rebel against the Chinese government.

Luo Yang's shocking behavior in the eyes of others was not worth mentioning in Lin Mo's eyes.

In the Dragon Rider Corps of the Slan Empire, Lin Mo had already killed countless people at Luo Yang's age. Even before he became a Dragon Rider, his hands were stained with blood in order to survive.

The promising college students in the ivory tower are much happier than Lin Mo's unbearable past.

"Mauren! It's you!"

A figure jumped out from behind a broken wall in the distance, carrying an AK-74 and running towards Lin Mo regardless. He was still holding a telescope in his other hand. He obviously recognized him and was sitting on the same boat on the Euphrates River. Xinhua News Agency reporter Mo Lin ships.

He gestured behind him to indicate that the person coming was not a threat.

There were rhythmic gunshots and occasional explosions not far away. No corner of Damascus may be as quiet as imagined.

The Free Army actually invaded here so quickly. On the criss-crossed battlefield, the positions of both sides are always dancing a ballroom dance of advancing and retreating. Maybe a small team of the Free Army just infiltrated here.

"What a coincidence, Luo Yang!"

Lin Mo smiled faintly and stood still. He saw that there were still many other armed men behind the remaining ruins, but he saw Luo Yang jumping out. Thought he was one of his own. He moved the muzzle only slightly.

"Well, what a coincidence. How did you get here? Do you have another interview mission? It's very dangerous here, and it's even more dangerous if you are alone."

Luo Yang looked at Lin Mo in surprise, wearing a light gray cloak and windbreaker covering his whole body. Only his face was exposed, and he was still carrying the familiar military backpack.

"I happened to be passing by! I have some personal matters and I have to go somewhere else. Aren't you in Aleppo? Why are you here?"

Lin Mo looked at this Fudan University student. His clothes were no different from those of the armed personnel of the Japanese Army. He could only distinguish the characteristics of the East Asian race from his facial features. He was wearing a pair of transparent organic protective gear. The eyepieces, on the contrary, accentuated the student spirit.

"I followed a company under Colonel Assad from Riyadh to Damascus to participate in the war. It would have been so exciting, if it weren't for the brothers of the Free Army who took care of me. I almost lost my life several times, but these days I I have lived a fulfilling life. I didn’t expect the war to be like this. It’s so scary. I can finally understand the mentality of the older generation when they were fighting for the country, hey. You’ve been fine recently, but this is not a good place.”

Luo Yang was obviously very happy to see his fellow countrymen. He waved his hand and continued: "Come on, follow me to the back. It's not very safe here. Don't worry, I'll protect you. It's absolutely safe! I haven't seen a Chinese person in a long time. You can only speak English here, or you can only make gestures. It’s very awkward. Let me give you a big revelation. Two days ago, I followed the team from Aleppo and saw with my own eyes a big air battle. Government troops and I have never forgotten this scene of a duel between dozens of fighter jets of the Japanese Army. The intensity is beyond description in words. The fighter jets either set off fireworks in the sky like fireballs, or they fall straight down like dumplings. Not a single fighter jet escaped. Once they faced each other, it was either you or me who would live and die. The fight continued until the last fighter jet. It was really tragic! But at the end, I actually saw that the last fighter jet pulled down the comrades under the parachute. When I got into my cockpit, oh my God, it was like acrobatics, and by the time I took out my SLR camera, the fighter jet had already flown away, what a shame.”

Lin Mo's ears twitched slightly. Dozens of fighter jets duel? ! Wasn't that the death team battle he just participated in? There are indeed many places that can be seen from the ground. Unexpectedly, Luo Yang was also one of the free spectators who witnessed it on the ground.

"Yeah, I saw it too! It happens to be one of my interview tasks."

Lin Mo responded to Luo Yang's words, but he did not tell the truth. Instead, he regarded himself as a very loyal listener, listening to Luo Yang's salivating description of what Lin Mo had experienced from the ground.

"Really? That's such a coincidence." Luo Yang never doubted Lin Mo. He only thought that the other party was really a reporter. But he didn't know that in many cases, journalists, military attachés, waiters and other professions are often the most common occupations of agents and spies. identity of.

The immature college student back then seemed to be completely transformed in just a month or so. His whole temperament quickly became mature and sophisticated, and he was full of sharp fighting spirit and fighting spirit. He was completely different from the students in the ivory tower.

The battlefield is indeed the most tempering place for people. If he can return home alive, he may become a hero or a phoenix in his generation.

Lin Mo looked around. It was true that this was not a place to talk, and there was no way to use the light mirror technique. God knew from which corner government soldiers would jump out and fight with these Free Army soldiers.

Although Lin Mo fought on behalf of the government army camp, in fact, he had not even half a cent to do with the war between the government army and the Japanese army. "Abyss Nirvana" just borrowed the names of both sides of Syria, and just let the various participants in the war There is a cover for death fighting, and they never interfere in the war between the government army and the Japanese army. Sometimes they even sponsor some arms for both sides to make the war more intense.

Luo Yang led the way in front of Lin Mo and reminded him carefully: "Be careful when walking. The ground is full of bullet casings! Be careful of slipping your feet."

When the armed personnel of the Free Army, one of the Japanese army, saw Luo Yang coming back with the stranger without any precautions, and then looked at the man's appearance, a string of tension in his heart immediately relaxed.

It seemed that the visitor was not threatening, and he seemed to be an acquaintance of Luo Yang.

Lin Mo followed Luo Yang and walked some distance outside the city. After counting, no less than a hundred armed members of the Free Army were distributed in every corner, faintly forming defensive positions. It seemed that the armed forces that the Free Army had penetrated into Damascus were also a force of great strength. Small power.

Except for the most advanced armed personnel who were on guard, others were either building temporary fortifications, or distributing ammunition or food supplies and resting.

"Sit! Well, it's a little safer here, but if the government troops are shelling later, we have to withdraw. Hey, it's like this every day. Sometimes we rush over and sometimes we retreat. Maybe this is the legendary tug-of-war. As long as Be careful, don’t panic if you get shot, your chances of surviving are pretty good.”

Luo Yang took Lin Mo to a leeward corner. Perhaps these days in Syria made him feel like he was living like a year, turning him into a nagging old man. But he was right in one sentence: the battlefield is for cowards. cemetery.

There were a few shabby blankets spread on the ground, and there were some guns, various cans, medicine boxes and ammunition boxes stacked beside them. There was also a small boiling water stove that was constantly steaming, which was a temporary small supply point.

Supply points are usually relatively safe.

"Well, when do you plan to go back?"

Lin Mo took a large teapot handed over by Luo Yang.

The poorly made iron sheet was still stained with black rust, and he didn't know where he picked it up. Luo Yang smiled sheepishly and said, "Don't mind, this is mine. It has been scalded with boiling water. You must be sure that it belongs to others." Don’t dare to use it.”

His eyes glanced to the side, and Lin Mo saw a pile of even filthier cups.

How can there be so much care in fighting? Lin Mo smiled knowingly and drank a sip of hot tea without any objection. On the battlefield, he even drank the enemy's blood. What did Luo Yang apologetically mean? Lin Mo Mo didn't show any look of disgust.

In Muslim countries, tea is an indispensable necessity of life. No matter how fierce the battle is, a cup of strong tea often refreshes the exhausted soldiers quickly, and even rises to the same military necessities status as Coca-Cola.

Putting down the dark metallic luster of the AK-74 in his hand, Luo Yang was able to answer Lin Mo's question calmly: "If Damascus cannot be defeated this month, I will have to go back. Foreign volunteers like me in the Free Army There are many people here. As long as I don’t become a deserter on the battlefield, there are basically not too many restrictions. I can come and go freely. The people here are very polite and enthusiastic to me. You see, this is me and Riyadh Assad (riyadal- (asad) colonel, haha, my classmates are not jealous of me, maybe people from newspapers and media will come to interview me."

He very carefully took out a tightly sealed wallet from his clothes, pulled out a photo from it and waved it in front of Lin Mo. It was rare for a fellow countryman to show off to him. Perhaps this was his biggest gain in Syria. .

Perhaps it was taken just before joining the war. The youthful smile still contains a bit of childishness and longing for a newborn calf.

"Well! You have to be careful too!"

Lin Mo thought that if Luo Yang's mentor saw the social practice evaluation written by the leader of the Free Army for Luo Yang, his eyes would most probably pop out of his head, and his smile grew wider.

Just as Luo Yang was about to continue blowing a few words, suddenly there was a shrill scream in the sky, the ground suddenly shook, a huge explosion was heard nearby, and the teapot and small boiling water stove beside the blanket made loud banging sounds.

As if a breeze blew by, countless tiny sand and stones fell from the sky.

"Damn, there's going to be a war." Luo Yang grabbed the AK and jumped up. He turned to Lin Mo, pointed to the northeast and said, "It's very dangerous here. I'll find a few reliable brothers to protect you from leaving. Keep walking there. , if someone stops you, just say Luo Yang’s friend, well, your press card is also a good pass!"