Chapter 250
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Chapter 250: The "Tongue" Dispute
“Mude Grandpa, look quickly! It’s Lord ‘Knight’! He really made it! Oh Allah, we can definitely defeat those greedy guys!”
Sally, the Pashtun girl standing with Mude Zariyev, the village chief, excitedly pointed at the fighter jet circling above the camp, her joy bubbling like a lark in the sky.
“Hmm, hmm, I knew he would succeed! That’s wonderful! Hahaha!”
Mude Zariyev stroked his completely white beard, nodding. He glanced at Sally and said meaningfully, “You have your share of the credit too.”
Sally was startled by his words, two blushes rising on her face as she lowered her head, hearing Mude Zariyev chuckle softly.
“He belongs only to the sky, not to me!”
Thinking about Lin Mo’s attitude towards her, Sally felt a pang of melancholy in her heart.
“Don’t worry; I used a Lapis Lazuli mine as your dowry. You will have your chance. When the flowers bloom, the gardener bends over. Once you’ve set your eyes on him, don’t easily give up. Men should soar like eagles; you can’t hold them down,” Mude Zariyev concluded with an Afghan saying.
“I understand!” Sally’s voice was no louder than a mosquito’s buzz. Her previous confidence and pride seemed to have vanished, leaving only anxiety in her heart. She hoped time would freeze, enabling her to watch him soar through the sky like an eagle forever.
While Lin Mo was testing the old "Mustang" that had slept for decades above Gem Valley, several mercenary reconnaissance teams outside the mountain pass found themselves fleeing in panic.
“Report! Report! We spotted enemy helicopters, armed helicopters! We are under attack! Damn it!”
Larry and Hafar from Khalifa 2 shouted into their makeshift walkie-talkie while desperately running down the mountainside.
Not far off, a black modified armed helicopter was leisurely pursuing them.
In the rugged mountain terrain, the helicopter had an unmatched advantage.
Reality was far more dire than Abik, the mercenary leader, had anticipated while strategizing in Gem Valley.
Just after reporting on the enemy situation, Khalifa 2 was met with enemy sniper fire. During their escape, an armed helicopter closed in. Although it wasn’t a fully equipped one, the gunner inside was calmly firing a machine gun at them from above, as if hunting rabbits.
The enemy’s intention was clear; they wanted to understand the armed situation in Gem Valley. The best way was to capture a few “tongues,” and Larry and Hafar sent out for reconnaissance were the perfect targets.
After years of chaos in Afghanistan, the armed forces under these factions had been tested by fire. They may not have come from formal military schools, but they knew basic military tactics.
The experience gained through blood and life meant they were experts in guerrilla warfare as well as counter-insurgency tactics.
Larry and Hafar, who were scrambling for their lives, dared not hesitate for a moment. If captured by the enemy, they knew their fate would be dire.
“Gem Valley, this is Khalifa 2. Damn it, Khalifa 2 is calling! Is anyone there?”
Larry had not given up on calling for help, but their location was not ideal, and the thick mountain range blocked the signal. They could only hope to find a suitable angle to connect with the relay station.
Rat-a-tat-tat!
“Watch out!” Hafar yelled, pulling Larry down just in time as a burst of gunfire sent rocks and dirt flying around them.
To boost power and communication quality, the walkie-talkie and antenna were separated. One person could hold the walkie-talkie while the other raised the antenna for signal amplification. For the two fleeing, maintaining communication while moving was a cumbersome task.
“Oh Allah, this is hell! Thank you, Hafar!”
Adjusting his American steel helmet, now yellowed with dust, Larry raised his head and couldn’t help cursing at the helicopter circling above them.
“Likewise! If you’re done for, I won’t survive either.”
Hafar felt a sense of relief; thanks to Allah, they were still alive.
He aimed his AK-47 at the helicopter in the sky and fired a burst. However, at such a distance, the bullets scattered widely, missing the helicopter entirely.
Perhaps startled by Hafar’s random fire, the helicopter climbed higher, responding with a fiercer rain of bullets. Shell casings clattered as they struck the ground, and the sight of the bullets bouncing off the rocks was almost visible, resembling tiny black dots dancing among the stones.
“Run, run!” Larry shouted. It was madness to face the helicopter with just two soldiers.
Zzz!
After running a few steps, the walkie-talkie crackled to life, as if they just entered the signal range of a relay station.
Upon hearing the voice, Larry pressed the walkie-talkie to his mouth, shouting urgently, “Hello! Hello! This is Khalifa 2! We are under attack! The enemy has a helicopter! The enemy has a helicopter!”
“Zzz… This is Gem Valley. We received your report. Hold on, and Allah bless you! We also have planes!”
The woman’s voice on the walkie-talkie was the same one Larry had heard before, but she sounded much more professional and calm now. The situation demanded it; even rookies faced life and death challenges.
Fortunately, the walkie-talkie was connected, and they could lightly hear the message clearly.
“What did she say? Gem Valley is under helicopter attack too? Oh no, we’re doomed! We’re finished!” Hafar exclaimed, realizing that Gem Valley was also being attacked by planes. They barely managed to escape themselves, and now they learned there was another helicopter attacking Gem Valley?
Was this luck running out? Hafar felt overwhelmed, as if the sky had fallen.
“What nonsense are you talking about? Gem Valley said they also have planes!” Larry shouted while pulling Hafar to evade the bullets raining down from the helicopter.
“What? Really?”
Hafar’s eyes widened in disbelief!
“Really!”
“By Allah, she is truly my angel!”
“Who? Who is your angel?”
“Of course, it’s the woman from Gem Valley!”
“Damn, have you gone crazy?”
As the two of them babbled on, they ran for their lives, dodging the helicopter’s attacks, with no clue whether they would live or die in the next moment. As long as they had breath, they didn’t dare to stop.
“Sir, we’ve spotted Abik’s men ahead!”
Amidst the dust of the hastily built camp, dozens of bare-chested armed militants shouted commands as they set up a temporary large tent. A large amount of supplies had been gathered, including firearms, ammunition, and food. Before the troops arrived, the supplies would be drained rapidly once the guns fired, and having even thirty percent usable would be considered fortunate.
“Did you catch them?”
A middle-aged white man in a suit walked leisurely into a drafty makeshift tent. Inside, there was a foldable aluminum table luxuriously displaying a bucket full of ice. The glistening ice and faint icy mist made a half-hidden bottle of red wine appear exceptionally tempting.
Not far away, a pure black armed helicopter sat on the flat ground, its rotor blades slowly coming to a stop. This white man had apparently just got off the helicopter.
In the remote northern mountains of Afghanistan, finding an ordinary bottle of red wine was not an easy task, let alone chilled wine. Even armed militants, used to the heat and dryness, couldn’t help but show greedy expressions upon seeing it.
However, no one dared to act recklessly. The leaders had severely warned everyone in private that this white man was their big boss.
Bending slightly, the leader wearing a dark blue hat said, “Our helicopter is in pursuit; we should have news soon. Don’t worry, they won’t get away.”
“Useless!” The white man pulled out the chilled red wine without looking for a bottle opener. He simply took out a handgun and shot at the bottle’s neck, blowing the cork into countless fragments.
The gunshot startled the dark blue-hatted leader, causing him to shiver, but he didn’t dare to speak.
It was ridiculous to send out a helicopter just to catch a scout and not have any success; wasn’t that just wasteful?
Shaking the glass shards from the bottle, he slowly poured the wine into a crystal wine glass, a cool sensation accompanying the flow of red liquid.
He only filled it lightly, then put the bottle back into the ice bucket. He swirled the glass gently, clearly a connoisseur of wine, in stark contrast to his earlier violent opening.
With a light sniff, he drank it all in one go, savoring the wine thoughtfully. Nodding, he continued, “Any news from Haus? He’s been gone for so long, how is there still no word?”
“I don’t know. We can’t reach anyone inside. You know, our communication devices broke down all at once half a month ago.”
The dark blue-hatted leader’s eyes darted around as he cautiously said, “Could it be…?”
“Could it be what?” The white man turned sharply, his gaze burning into the now-aged Afghan warlord.
Feeling as though a fearsome snake had locked onto him, the once formidable leader, who commanded a hundred guns on his territory, began to sweat coldly, his speech stumbling as he faced the white man’s intense stare.
