Battlefield Contract Worker

Zhao Jianfei is now sitting in a heavily overloaded car. Surrounded by locals, he also wore a robe of the kind commonly worn by Afghans, wrapped in a turban, and his face was covered in road dust.

He is no stranger to Afghanistan. It was in Afghanistan that he and his twin brother began their mercenary careers with salaries several times that of the United States, and at their peak they could earn over $50,000 a month.

However, in Zhao Jianfei's memory, Afghanistan does not only mean "beautiful". On the contrary, what he wrote down was mostly starvation, poverty, war and even death. Thinking of the death of his younger brother Zhao Jianye made his memory even more painful.

This car looks like a truck, but it's actually a tractor-like thing, and the bumps can make people's stomach cramp. But Zhao Jianfei is not afraid, he has not eaten anything since yesterday. Because he knew what he was going to encounter along the way. He could do anything for revenge, so he didn't tell anyone, not even Silver Wolf.

The military company he has lived in for several years, he said he left and left. It is not that he intends to abandon these brothers who once lived and died with him, but Zhao Jianfei understands that what he is about to do is extremely dangerous. He didn't want to involve them because of his actions. Zhao Jianfei still leaned on the car with his head down, and the violent shaking did not change his posture.

The car is about to leave the area controlled by the government forces, because there is a checkpoint ahead. Some of these provinces are under the influence of the Afghan government, while others are under the control of tribal armed forces. No matter what power they are in, there are local "elders" who are very prestigious. The "elders" are generally held by the elders of the largest local clan, and they are very "authoritative" in the local area.

Their private armed forces will set up checkpoints on the edge of these control areas to check the people who come and go. Zhao Jianfei's car was no exception, and was quickly stopped by several people to check their belongings.

Everyone got out of the car, only Zhao Jianfei was still sitting there, holding a 47 rifle in his arms, with his head down, as if there was no one else around. No one seemed to be able to change his behavior.

The armed men at the checkpoint were a little dissatisfied with his behavior, but they held back when they saw his posture. Because the armed man felt that this person seemed very difficult to mess with. He was just doing a routine check and didn't want to have any disputes with these people. And it seems that Zhao Jianfei has almost nothing on his body except the gun. There's really nothing to check. So they waved to pass.

The driver turned his head to look at Zhao Jianfei, frowned and said, "You'd better cooperate, because the next checkpoint won't be so friendly."

Zhao Jianfei gave a rare smile, "The next checkpoint should be here, Musakara, right?"

"Yes, have you been here before?" the driver shrugged, "You should be a Hazara, right?"

The Hazaras in Afghanistan look very similar to the Chinese because they are yellow people with a typical Mongolian appearance. So Chinese are often mistaken by locals for Hazaras.

Zhao Jianfei had been in Afghanistan for a while, but he shook his head and said, "I'm a foreigner."

"Foreigner? As a foreigner, you speak the local language fairly well. But you better be careful, not every soldier at every checkpoint is good-natured. Run around under protection." The driver shook his head and sighed.

Traffic conditions in Afghanistan are particularly poor because 80 percent of Afghanistan is mountainous. This journey takes about a day by car, and there is basically no stopping along the way. Because I can't run fast on the mountain road, there are many bends, and most of them are mountain roads, not asphalt roads, which are particularly difficult to walk.

However, they still arrived at the Musakara checkpoint near evening, and a group of armed men came over and surrounded the vehicle.

They noticed Zhao Jianfei, then frowned and asked the driver a few words. The driver didn't dare to hide and told them Zhao Jianfei's identity.

Zhao Jianfei still sat still, leaning against the car with a gun in his arms.

"Who are you?" an armed man said in English.

"I'm here to find Ashraf. He knows who I am." Zhao Jianfei raised his head slowly, "I can speak a little Pashto, you don't have to speak to me in English. Go and tell Ashraf, Gemini is here. found him."

"Gemini? Never heard of it. Not all strangers can come to see Elder Ashraf." The armed guards frowned.

"As long as you give him this thing, he will know who I am. I can wait for him here." Zhao Jianfei took out a short knife from his robe and handed it to the armed man. This is a very delicate little machete.

The armed men finally looked at it and frowned slightly. The machete in Afghanistan is very famous, but the one that Zhao Jianfei took out is obviously the best of the best. The ivory handle is inlaid with gold and silver, and it is not an ordinary knife at first glance. After pulling out the scabbard, the blade was not as cold and gleaming as an ordinary blade. Instead, it looked extremely dim, and the blade was covered with colorful dark patterns.

Several guards glanced at each other and whispered a few words. Then someone walked away with a knife.

The rest of the people also put away their guns and said to Zhao Jianfei, "Please wait a moment."

Zhao Jianfei nodded and continued to sit there holding the gun without saying a word. About forty minutes later, a middle-aged man came with a large group of people. The man was wearing camouflage and had a bushy beard. He was stunned for a moment when he saw Zhao Jianfei, then walked over with a big laugh and hugged Zhao Jianfei, "It really is you, our friend."

Zhao Jianfei also smiled and hugged him, "Is Elder Ashraf there?"

"Yes, of course, he is waiting for you. God, I really didn't expect to see you again, my friend, you are still as strong as a tiger." The middle-aged Afghan man patted his back, Just as happy as a child.

"Take me to see the elder." Zhao Jianfei smiled.

"Of course, he was overjoyed when he heard the news of your coming." The middle-aged man seemed to be a person of great status, and these militants kept him quite respectful.

This middle-aged man took Zhao Jianfei into a car and took him to see Elder Ashraf in person. These local militants looked a little dazed. They all knew that this middle-aged man was the elder's son, but they didn't know the origin of this seemingly silent and unremarkable man. Even the bearded middle-aged man was so enthusiastic about him.