"I sell carpets," Ahmed said immediately. John was wrapped in carpet-like clothes on his back.
I don't know if it will be discovered.
"Do you want to buy it?" Ahmed pretended to ask him. He certainly wouldn't buy it.
"Drive your car." The other party was very fierce.
The three people sitting behind the truck, one in a direction, and John's head was seeing them. They were wrapped.
If you don't pay attention, you won't be discovered, but if you look closely, you will find someone.
Suddenly he said "stop".
Ahmed didn't want to stop immediately.
He said "stop".
Ahmed stopped, and now Long Zhan and Ahmed's hearts were in their throats, afraid that they would find out.
"Thank you!" Unexpectedly, he said something like this.
"I wish you peace!" Ahmed said pretending to be calm.
Then the three people behind also jumped out of the truck's trunk.
Finally, they walked away.
Amad and Long Zhan both breathed a sigh of relief and pulled off the face towel.
Their hearts finally fell down and continued to open again, driving in front of them, seeing a place to beat the shed.
From a distance, I saw a group of people surrounding the oven, probably preparing to have a meal.
Another old man was combing the wool.
Ahmed felt that this should be an ordinary sheep selling common people, so he stopped.
Prepare to go to the bottom of the tunnel first.
"I wish you peace!" Ahmed said to everyone as soon as he got off the car.
"Hello, brother, how are you?" One of the old men watched Ahmed get out of the car, walked slowly towards him, and greeted him enthusiastically.
"Very good, thank you!" Ahmed replied.
"I'm sorry to bother you to have a meal." Ahmed said to them politely when he saw a group of Afghans gathered together.
"Please sit down." said one of the older Afghans with a beard and bearded face and gesturing very friendly.
"Thank you." Ahmed paid tribute to them and sat with everyone.
"Are these you hunted?" Ahmed couldn't help asking as he looked at so many sheep beside him.
Some of them had already shaved their wool and lay on the ground, while others were tied up.
In the middle of them now, there was a stove with a sheep roasted on it.
Ahmed, who hadn't eaten for so long, was indeed saliva flowing out when he looked at these delicacies.
But he still has important things to do now.
The older one nodded and replied: "Yes."
"You can have a feast tonight." Amaid flattered her.
The other party kept looking at Ahmed, knowing that he should have something to say.
His eyes were staring at Ahmed as if waiting for him to continue speaking.
Finally, Ahmed spoke.
"Brother, I have two friends in the car, and he was injured." Ahmed saw that the other party was very friendly and enthusiastic, so he dared to speak out.
"What can I do?" the older Afghan asked enthusiastically when he heard Ahmed say this.
"We need some things and painkillers. If you can give me a wooden cart, I will exchange it with my truck." Ahmed used this Afghan dialect to communicate, which really added a lot of intimacy to the other party.
The elderly man thought for a while and replied, "Can I see your friends?"
"Yes." After saying that, Ahmed got up and brought the elderly to the truck.
Long Zhan sat in the car and saw that the Afghan was indeed very friendly, so he gave him a smile.
He also nodded to Long Zhan.
Then he walked to the back of the truck and Ahmed lifted the blanket that covered Sergeant John's face.
"So you are the ones they are looking for. I don't like the Taliban, I will help you. He needs opium, which can help him relieve the pain."
The elderly looked at it and replied. He handed Amaid a small lump of opium and cigarette bar in his hand.
"Thank you!" Ahmed replied very gratefully.
I really didn't expect to meet such a great person.
Then the elderly called several of their friends over and carried Sergeant John onto the wooden cart.
And said: "Your heads are now offered a reward of heavy money, hundreds of Taliban members are looking for you, they are searching door to door, and setting fire to people who do not provide information.
They will not stop chasing you. You are already far from his base, but don't take the highway. Patrols are everywhere, you must walk the mountain road."
The elderly reminded Long Zhan and Amade, and then teared a leg of mutton for them to eat.
Long Zhan and Amade had a big meal, which was really good.
The elderly man looked at Long Zhan's legs with blood, and asked, "Have you injured your legs too?"
"Yes." Long Zhan replied.
"I'll give you this medicine, which can sterilize and disinfect and quickly heal the wound." Then he handed it to Long Zhan a small bottle.
"Thank you!" Long Zhan's wound was indeed inflamed because he had been walking and sweating.
But he kept holding on and didn't say anything.
I happened to use this medicine and it should heal soon.
Long Zhan and Amaid thanked the elders and continued on the road.
Ahmed was indeed a very hard-working person, because the Dragon Battle's leg was injured and he couldn't do much effort. Most of them were Ahmed pushing Sergeant John.
I kept pushing it during the day and until very late at night, and then I found a place to curl up and sleep together.
Fortunately, this wooden cart is much better than the previous simple cart.
Long Zhan's legs gradually improved a lot, so he could take turns pushing Ahmed away.
But at such a long road, sometimes there were steep slopes and waterways, and the two of them pushed Sergeant John step by step.
On the way, he passed the house burned by the Taliban.
Sergeant John opened his eyes because he used the opium painkiller given to him by the elder.
But he is still confused and cannot speak.
Sometimes at night, the weather was so cold that John couldn't stand the cold, and the wound sometimes worsened, and he would just scream in pain.
Long Zhan could only sleep with him next to him, using the temperature of his body to convey a little to him, and the three of them gathered together to keep warm and sleep next to each other.
These journeys are too far away. They don’t know how long they have walked, but they only know that the grass has changed from yellow to green.
Because I walked the path, I never saw a village again. I could only drink some water when I encountered streams, and pick some wild fruits to fill my hunger.
Sometimes when Sergeant John was feeling uncomfortable, he would give him opium.
There are also wider roads on some small roads, and Long Zhan thought these places should be safer.
But unexpectedly, the Taliban people were patrolling their figures on the top of the mountain with telescopes.
Dragon Zhan and Ahmed were pushing Sergeant John towards a long and steep slope.
Chapter completed!