Rise of the Wasteland

"Suicide bombings have revived in Aleppo, Syria. More than a dozen people are reported to have been killed and injured, most of them women and children."

In the news report of ccaV, Aleppo is a shaking camera, a broken city, sporadic gunfire, and pedestrians scrambling around.

There are too many similar terrorist attacks, and people only know that someone has died somewhere abroad. As for where is this place? Who died specifically? No one is interested in China, and everyone's impressions of the war are from movies and television. And the reality of the tragic situation is too far away, without feeling.

But at the scene of the explosion, the mood is different. Zhou Qingfeng stood by the blast for a long time.

He had previously felt the danger, and when the refugees were provoked, he felt the danger was approaching. But he only pretended to dress, and the UNHCR rescue convoy eventually mixed with the refugees in Aleppo.

What about killing two suspects in the crowd? The explosion was still alive.

Zhou Qingfeng was bombarded by air waves more than ten meters away, his eardrum ruptured and his face was bleeding. When he returned to the blast pit, more than a dozen people who had stood there disappeared, except the scorched limbs and the crying wounded. Wang Zhigao, who was still talking to him ..., disappeared.

The armored team responsible for protecting Zhou Qingfeng immediately rushed to separate the refugees and idlers. The captain of the red team ran over and shouted, "Head, you need to bandage."

Zhou Qingfeng touched his face, blood and water mixed with gray soil, wet. He was a little concussed, and his ears were deaf, but he shook his head and said, "I'm fine, I'll be fine in a while."

The scene was chaotic. Some people were crying, some were shouting, and some people were lying on the ground. Few people came to the rescue, and government soldiers were running around without a fly.

Zhou Qingfeng quickly received a call from Xiao Jinlang. The first sentence of the split was: "How are you, boy?"

"I'm fine." After the bombing, Zhou Qingfeng's spirit was quite ethereal, but his tone was flat.

Xiao Jinlang, who was on the other side of the phone, breathed a sigh of relief, "How about the scene?"

"A lot of people died, one of whom was our logistics major, Wang. I heard him scream, and it seemed that someone was running towards me. But I was born without waiting for me to explode."

Xiao Jinlang also sighed, but did not feel sad. "You don't care so much. Aleppo is not where you stay. You can leave. Wherever you go, find a safe place. Stop playing in Syria. . "

Listening to this statement, it is clear that China has given up the idea of ​​monitoring Zhou Qingfeng. The big brothers just want him to be delicious and delicious, don't go wrong.

Zhou Qingfeng was not very happy when he heard this. He did not stubbornly say that he must stay, but sighed obediently, "Well, I leave Syria. I will not give you any trouble."

Zhou Qingfeng, who was so good at talking, was a bit unexpected for Xiao Jinlang, but Lao Xiao replied immediately: "You do n’t want to leave, I will arrange a helicopter for you. You can return to Damascus first, and then go anywhere."

Zhou Qingfeng returned to his car, surrounded by armored soldiers in charge of security, tightened outside and refused to approach anyone. He could see the blast pit on the road not far through the car window. There seemed to be a person standing there, who was still talking to him.

The driver who drove the car was arranged by Guoan. Seeing Zhou Qingfeng in the back seat had blood on his face, he quickly got him gauze and a hemostatic spray. After Zhou Qingfeng reached out and took it, he suddenly asked, "Do you think that I am particularly wayward, troublesome, and annoying?"

The driver froze but did not speak.

"Bleeding, sweating, and tears, just to protect me from a teaser that likes to run around and make trouble everywhere? And this teaser doesn't know how to be grateful, and every time I cause something bigger than the sky. I remember me before After a while, you will have intelligence personnel sacrificed for sweeping. "

The driver still didn't speak.

Zhou Qingfeng sighed and continued to talk to himself, "I'm not familiar with that Major Wang and I haven't seen it many times in total. This explosion is probably for me, and I feel like he died for me. On the way, he mentioned that his wife didn't want him to come to Syria, and the child thought that he hurried back.

But now he can't go back. "

The wound on Zhou Qingfeng's head was almost scabby, and the blood had stopped. Wash it with water and it will be fine after cleaning. But the driver who bandaged him wrapped his head around with gauze.

Zhou Qingfeng sat still, but continued to ask, "How many people did you sacrifice for taking care of me?"

The driver was a man in his thirties who was ordinary in appearance but very capable. After finishing bandaging, he returned to the driver's seat and kept quiet. Zhou Qingfeng suddenly grabbed his shoulder with excitement and asked, "Aren't you talking? Are there many people who died because of me?"

The driver was still calm when he turned around, but finally said briefly: "The leader said that you are important, very important, extremely important. It is worth our entire team to fight for their lives to defend it."

"Hehe ..." Zhou Qingfeng let go of his hand with a bitter smile, and fell silent on the back of the back seat of Jeep.

Xiao Jinlang called a few more times to inform him that the helicopter had been arranged. Zhou Qingfeng answered lazily on the phone a few times, and could only continue to wait, occasionally looking out of the car and playing time. But while he was looking around, there was someone in the crowd near the team that caught his attention.

A middle-aged man wearing a turban and wearing a tattered dress. He has a high nose and deep eyes, and a dark face, his eyes are always aimed at Zhou Qingfeng's car. Zhou Qingfeng has always had a good memory. He remembers this bastard, and just before the suicide bomber, the guy pointed and pointed behind the refugees.

About 20-30 meters away, Zhou Qingfeng and this guy faced each other across the crowd. He felt the man looking at himself and watching the jeep he was sitting in. Yin Yan's face was shocked and he immediately turned his head to the crowd.

"Lao Xiao, Lao Xiao, I think I found the instructions behind the suicide blast just now. Shall we catch him?" Zhou Qingfeng rushed to a satellite phone to find Xiao Jinlang.

But Xiao Jinlang on the other side of the phone seemed very busy. He could only persuade him: "Boy, don't get in trouble. We won't control the arrest of the terrorists, the helicopter will be here soon, and you can wait patiently." "

When the phone hung up, Zhou Qingfeng still had to sit in the car. The gloomy face outside the car seemed to go, but within a few minutes the guy appeared next to a broken house sixty or seventy meters away, with a telescope in his hand and still looking at Zhou Qingfeng ~ www.readwn.com ~ he He has a lot of guts, knowing he is exposed to Zhou Qingfeng than the middle finger.

Zhou Qingfeng's eyes were extremely sharp, and he shouted to the driver in the front seat: "Which guy is 70 meters away from the left is definitely a terrorist and should send someone to arrest him."

The armored soldiers in charge of the guard quickly expanded the alert circle. Zhou Qingfeng sent two people out to catch each other, but in fact they could only drive them out. Compared with the lawless Zhou Qingfeng, the national security personnel protecting him are much more cautious.

The driver whispered, "We are now the United Nations aid team and military observation mission. We must not cause trouble, and we have no law enforcement power."

This means ..., sit back and relax.

Facing the drive, Yin Yin's face continued to run at most, or stared at Zhou Qingfeng's direction. He just kept on going. And three or five associates appeared next to him, one by one, looking intently at Zhou Qingfeng.

Zhou Qingfeng can only watch in the car.

After waiting for four or five hours, a little squirrel arrived in Aleppo and landed slowly. Lao Xiao synchronously contacted Zhou Qingfeng and said, "Get on a helicopter and leave immediately."

"What about the terrorists who killed us?" Zhou Qingfeng asked back.

"Syrian officials have just protested to us, saying that our people have slaughtered two civilians in Aleppo, and we are thinking about how to wipe their butts. What else do you do?

Zhou Qingfeng was speechless and had to board a helicopter.

But when the helicopter flew up and climbed, Zhou Qingfeng clearly saw the shadowy face on the ground and aimed at him. His companions also took off their pants and peed in the sky, and the hatred was apparently endless.

Suddenly ... you can't stand it, you don't have to endure it anymore!

The little squirrel climbed a dozen meters, but Zhou Qingfeng took off his military uniform, kicked the helicopter's hatch open with a kick, and jumped straight down.