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But he was not in a hurry. Anyway, the fighter jets were gone and he was safe now. Even if he went back, he would probably have to be an infantryman for a while. Writing reports would be the biggest headache.

However, Lin Mo only kept this idea deep in his heart.

"Can you stay?" When she said the words, Sally's face turned red unconsciously, and her heart felt like a deer, but she had to say it, the village chief Grandpa Mud Zariyev had already Urged many times. []

"Stay?!" Lin Mo frowned and finally moved his eyes away from the weapon and towards the Patan girl, "Why?"

Something seemed wrong. The girl's face was rosy, her breathing was rapid, she seemed a little nervous, and there was a slight sweat on her forehead.

Uh! No!

Sure enough, something is wrong!

You must be sick!

Unexpectedly, he did not wear an Islamic veil, and his whole face was exposed in front of him. He had very delicate facial features, slender eyebrows, a straight nose, and a pair of narrow red phoenix eyes with slightly upward corners, which was extremely attractive. God, it seems to be related to wearing a veil for a long time. The skin is surprisingly white and tender, and a few strands of black naturally curly bangs poked out from under the headscarf and hung down playfully.

She has a very delicate face of a beautiful Persian girl.

Lin Mo stretched out his hand.

Sally's breathing suddenly became rapid, she closed her eyes slightly, and did not dodge or dodge, letting the other person's hand slowly reach out as if she was willing to pick and choose.

She felt two warm fingers pressing on her forehead, and quickly retracted them.

What was going on? Lin Mo's actions were obviously beyond Sally's expectations. They were not what she had imagined. Her face suddenly turned redder.

"I don't have a fever!" Lin Mo withdrew his finger, took the temperature on his forehead, and said in a confused tone: "Don't you think you are sick? Why are you blushing?"

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It was okay if Lin Mo didn't say it. When he said this, Sally blushed even more.

Under strict Islamic laws, women are often prohibited from interacting with strange men, and even cover their faces and are not allowed to show their faces, making them abnormally introverted.

Even though Sally is considered an outlier among the women in Mikali Village, she took the initiative to pick up the AK-47 in the migration team, shouldered the responsibilities of men, and participated in patrols with the young villagers. She was already extremely courageous. It was big, but Lin Mo's actions made her blush with embarrassment, completely losing her dimensions, and even half of her body became limp.

"You should go see a doctor!"

Lin Mo frowned. There seemed to be something wrong with Sally, something even more serious.

Sally finally understood and couldn't help but feel angry. When she had sacrificed herself to the devil in order to gain the lives of three other people, even though the truth later came to light, this "devil" was not the real one. Devil, and human beings are more terrifying than devils, but even she herself doesn't know it. Subconsciously, she already regards herself as the "Knight".

No matter what kind of excessive demands are made of herself, or even if she wants her directly, she will not refuse. The moment her soul and body take the oath, they no longer belong to her, but all belong to the young man in front of her.

"I'm fine!" Sally stood up suddenly, covered her face and ran away.

Lin Mo was confused, and only the half-grown Patan boy who was watching the excitement nearby covered his mouth and snickered as if he had some understanding.

In Afghanistan, women have always been the vassals of men. When they marry a chicken, they follow the chicken; In essence, only a few women with high-level knowledge and considerable wealth can dissolve their marriages on their own.

The men in Afghanistan are happy, but the only regret is that such marriages are arranged marriages. The groom cannot see the bride's face before entering the bridal chamber. Whether she is a pig or a fairy depends entirely on luck. The smarter ones will invite family members. When you go on a blind date, you take a second look, but you can't change the final result in any way.

"One, two, three, harder!"

With a rumble, another boulder was pushed away. Dozens of men used steel drills and wooden sticks to forcefully pry open a pile of rubble that had rolled down the mountain pass due to weathering, and reopened the mountain pass that had been closed for many years.

A moist wind blew from afar. At a glance, there was a vast land and faint mountains in the distance. You could see a few bold yellow sheep in the distance. They were in front of them, nibbling the fresh leaves of grass calmly, as if they had never seen anyone before, and they didn't know how to escape.

This is exactly what Mudd Zariyev, the head of Mikali Village, calls this paradise, the most precious gift carefully prepared by Allah for the people trapped in the war, the "Gem Valley".

Men in Mikali and several other villages cheered, howled, hugged each other, and even danced.

"It's finally here, haha! It's finally here!"

After waiting for a long time in the narrow passage of the mountain pass, Mude Zariyev burst into tears. Only he knew the risks of this migration. He even sacrificed many people. After going through many dangers, he finally arrived here. .

"Gem Valley" is a little-known paradise in the Hindu Kush Mountains. This was the ancestor of Mude Zariyev who accidentally got lost in the mountains when he was chased by a pack of wolves during a hunting trip. Found in a remote and inaccessible location, coupled with a unique microclimate, this closed land has evolved into a geomantic treasure.

Through word of mouth, each village chief will quietly take the next village chief to the "Gem Valley" before leaving office, and reopen this place when conditions are ripe or to avoid disasters.

"Found it! Hahaha, Village Chief Mudd Zariyev, I can't believe it. It's true. In the name of Allah, this is a miracle, a real miracle! Praise Allah!" the mercenary leader said. Aibike quickly removed the PKM general machine gun from his back, as if he would accidentally desecrate this sacred land, carefully knelt down on the ground, bent down devoutly, and kissed the land.

Aibik's men also put down their weapons devoutly, knelt down, and praised God for His blessings.

This kind of religious ceremony was completely spontaneous. No one led it. Everyone knelt down together and praised everything in the Gem Valley. They completely believed that only God could do it. Give such a magical place of life in this restricted area of ​​life.

It is completely conceivable that as long as they are cultivated and grazed carefully, this will be a rich land flowing with honey and milk. It will be their home and their paradise.

After chanting for a long time, they slowly stood up. Some people ran to the outside of the mountain pass to inform others to prepare to enter the valley, while others continued to clear the long and narrow mountain pass, trying to sort out a barely flat road. Check the mountainous terrain on both sides of the passage for dangerous rocks that are loose due to severe weathering.

Some of Aibike's men began to look at the mountain pass, looking for a place where they could establish sentries and firepower points. This hidden mountain pass was really a good place that only one man could control and no one could open it.

The mercenaries easily recognized the pass's military value.

As long as one defensive fortification is built on the top of the mountains on both sides, and one machine gun is placed in the valley at the end of the mountain pass, and three machine guns are blocked there, even thousands of troops will not be able to get in.

Moreover, a second layer of defense can be established in the valley, which can still block this mountain pass that is comparable to the sky, so that not even a fly can fly in.

"Aibik! Just as I promised you, this place will be your base. Our Mikali Village, Maola Village, Handie'er Village and Joyla Village will all provide you with supplies. If you guys If you voluntarily join you, our village chiefs will never stop you."

Here, the village chief Mud Zariyev patted his chest to the mercenary leader Aibik as a guarantee, and fulfilled his original promise on the spot. In order to protect them from arriving here safely, Aibik's mercenaries did their best to protect them, and in the event of a battle, , often rushing to the front line, taking bullets for the elderly, weak, women and children, and the casualties are not small. Mirari and other villages not only paid a lot of dollars to hire them, they even promised to allow Aibik's mercenaries to be stationed here and provide certain support. The two supported each other in a symbiotic relationship.

A large sum of U.S. dollars is not a big deal. The biggest reason that really tempted Aibi Ke to wholeheartedly escort him through dangerous situations along the way was precisely the station.

For a mercenary who wanders around and relies on commissions to make a living, if there is a stable station and the support of the people, whether it is material or personnel, then this mercenary can be considered a real mercenary. Once you have entered the industry, otherwise you will become smaller and poorer bandits and miscellaneous soldiers. They are no different from the scumbags who go around robbing people and supplies and falling into a vicious cycle.

"Okay, this place will accept the protection of I, Aibik. I swear by the noble and great Allah to protect the people and land here to the death. If I break my promise, my soul and flesh and blood will be devoured by the devil." Aibik pulled out his hand. The knife made a cut on the arm, letting the blood fall down the arm into the land, allowing the land to bear witness to this blood oath.

Speaking of the devil, the mercenary leader Aibike couldn't help but glance outside the mountain pass. In his eyes, the mysterious "knight" was more terrifying than the devil.

People who believe in Islam swear by Allah, which is the most solemn and unbreakable oath and has the highest credibility.

As for Aibik's oath, the village chief Mudd Zariyev, the leader elected by each village in the migration team, also swore an oath to Allah with his blood.

"On behalf of everyone, I swear by the Almighty and Great Allah that we will provide necessary living supplies for Aibik's team. If anyone is willing to join them, the village chiefs and I will never stop them. If we break our promise, my Soul and flesh will be devoured by the devil.".

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