The US military is losing Afghanistan, and its control over Afghanistan is greatly weakening. The withdrawal of troops can be said to be the general trend.
From the US government to the US soldiers.
Everyone knows that after staying in Afghanistan for a short time, they will soon have to be covered and left.
As an American soldier living at the bottom, Hansen doesn't want to get into any trouble. He just wants to safely pass the last stage and then return to the United States intact. It is not embarrassing.
After all, it was just a group of invaders, so it was normal to be driven away.
Hansen was a very cheerful and talkative person. He started the car and talked about the topic: "Mr. Gibran, where are you from?"
"I'm from Chicago." Long Zhan replied.
"Wow, the capital of sin, no wonder you are so strong. In that place, if you don't look as strong as you, I don't feel like you are." Hansen said humorously.
"It's still fun. If you want to beat someone up when your hands are itchy, you can find it all over the street, so it's not trouble at all."
Long Zhan also had an American humor, and then asked, "Where are you?"
"I?"
Hansen smiled and said, "I am a family in the world. My father is a professional soldier. He has been a Marine Guard for 12 years. I have followed him for 12 years."
"Really? I've grown up in Marines since I was a child, so that's pretty good." Long Zhan said.
"Of course, otherwise why would others say that I am the son of the Marine Corps, haha." Hansen said with a smile.
Long Zhan and Hansen were chatting in the car, but the speed of the car could not rise at all. The driving environment in Kabul was too poor.
The pedestrians here did not make the car aware at all and ran around the main road.
Not only are children in groups, ignoring the cars running around on the road, but even adults are the same, treating the road as their own back garden.
Especially those who drive a flock of sheep, it is simply a nightmare for the car.
Unless you take a detour through other roads, you can only follow behind your butt and walk slowly, because you will not give way if you have money.
These are pretty good, but they are blocking the road and the car cannot drive at a speed.
The maximum speed is 10 kilometers per hour.
The most troublesome thing is that the Tari version is getting stronger and stronger, the locals of Abat Khan's resistance are becoming more and more intense, and the Afghans can no longer effectively control it.
Afghans can be seen everywhere on the streets, holding various signs against the United States in their hands.
There are even Afghans who have clarified the absolute, holding signs to block the road, and under the leadership of the organization leaders, they keep shouting various anti-American slogans.
As a standard American, I feel a little uncomfortable in this world with a strong anti-American atmosphere.
At this speed like a snail crawling, Hansen drove a turtle on the Toyota Road Cruiser and arrived outside the US Embassy half an hour later.
There are protesters in the streets elsewhere, and the situation at the US Embassy is the worst.
Hundreds of Afghans holding various signs and even writing words on their chests on paper blocked the gate of the US Embassy.
The sign says:
“Our country does not welcome Americans.”
"The Americans are invaders, not saviors."
"If you have unlimited freedom of speech, please calmly accept our reaction."
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Various slogans emerged one after another. Ah Faren, holding the slogan, was very excited, and raised his hands and shouted heart-wrenchingly.
Seeing a car coming from the gate, the group of protesters did not leave, but instead rushed over and surrounded the car.
“Sweet home is here.”
Hansen seemed to be used to this kind of scene and was in a mood to make a joke.
Regardless of the fact that the car was surrounded, it still kept driving forward slowly, basically moving forward against the four-dimensional crowd.
"Is this place so chaotic? Don't the domestic newspapers say that Afghans like the United States very much?"
David had never seen such a situation before. He was so scared that he closed the windows. He was still nervous through a layer of glass, afraid that people outside would rush in.
"Don't worry, this kind of protest is commonplace. They are just bluffing. If someone makes trouble, the guys inside will rush up and press these compatriots to the ground."
Hansen looked out the door of the embassy, ​​the Afghan guards wearing body armor.
"Who are they? They are not American soldiers." David asked.
"These people are local royal guards."
Hanson teased in a humorous way, explaining: "They surrounded the embassy, ​​and this circle outside is their territory."
At first glance, these are the Afghan security guards who are armed with guns, and they are indeed the Afghan security guards hired by the embassy.
They guarded the most dangerous side of the gate, and all American soldiers worked inside, which was the most commonly used method by the US government in war-torn countries.
That is, let the locals bear danger and their own people can be safe to the greatest extent.
Seeing the Toyota Road Cruiser driving over, two Afghan guards walked up and pushed the people away roughly so that the car could get in more conveniently.
Until the car arrived at the gate and stopped at the closed door of the embassy.
An Afghan guard walked out of the security booth next to the gate and came to the cab door and said, "Oh, man, I'm back very quickly. Are you okay?"
“We are very good.”
Hansen stretched out his hand and punched his fists, then introduced to Long Zhan and the others: "Mohammed, the first person in charge of our Royal Guard."
Then he introduced Long Zhan and said: "Mr. Gibran, the ambassador's VIP guest, came here to discuss business, next to him was his companion David."
"Welcome here. If you have any needs, please tell me any time. I will help you with it. I have more channels here than the Internet."
Mohammed bragged so hard that he just didn't know if his strength was really so strong.
"Then I'll thank you first." Long Zhan smiled.
"Open the door, man."
Hansen patted Mohamed's chest and signaled him to quickly reply to the people they were.
“See you later.”
Mohamed raised his hand and saluted, returned to the guard room and pressed the switch.
"laugh--"
A motor electric current sounded.
The gate of the embassy, ​​which looked very bulky, retracted under the driving force of the electric motor, revealing the gate leading to the embassy.
There is a booth on the left inside the door, and a larger cement flat-cement room on the right.
Several guards wearing camouflage uniforms and only pistols stood next to them.
From this, you can see that the Embassy's escort work is all under the charge of the Marine Corps.
The road was completely sealed with cement piers, leaving only a road with a car frame, with red and white crossbars blocking the middle.
Chapter completed!