In fact, it was only ten minutes' drive away. Just a little downhill, I saw the edge of the city. First, there were two wheeled armored personnel carriers parked in a V-shaped diagonally on the road surface, and only one vehicle could pass through. It is said that as long as there is something, the parking brake of one of them should be released at any time, which is similar to the handbrake of a civilian vehicle. Sliding along this slope and colliding together can lock the entire road surface. The armed forces of various states who do not have heavy equipment really can't even drive motor vehicles!

Now, it is naturally the defensive soldiers saluting the senior officials, and even the movement players on the pickup truck have straightened their backs a lot.

Bai Haonan took advantage of Qiu Zedong's speech and also put on the magazine's chest. He held the m16 rifle in his hand and jumped out of the car with Qiu Zedong. It was almost noon. The tropical areas that were often shining with sunshine were a little cloudy today, as if confirming the scene in front of him.

The wreckage of the vehicle was driven to the repair shop in the camp behind, and the burned ones were pushed directly to the side of the road. Two murderous tank guns stood at the foot of the mountain towards the city, and then a water truck in the military camp was rinsing the road surface. The dark red object that was thick and sticky was washed into the drainage ditches and soil on both sides.

The bodies on the road nearby have been cleared, but they are still in the distance, mainly because there are not many people invested. After all, there is a combat area ahead. Teams of armed soldiers hid under the eaves with guns and leaned against each other and chatted without help. So the people carrying the bodies were not very active, so just take your time.

Bai Haonan walked slowly along the road with a rifle, and signaled that his guards would not need to follow him. He felt that he was here to recite scriptures, why did he support him? Qiu Zedong also agreed with this: "If the other party has a sniper, it may be an important target at any time." He said that, he still walked in front of Bai Haonan to block it. Bai Haonan wanted to laugh and scold, kicked the short man who couldn't cover his head, but looked at the wet soles and endured it.

When he was rescuing the helicopter crew yesterday, he was so annoyed that he never wanted to come here again.

But the reality is obviously to stay here for a long time. Unless you leave everything behind and run away, you can only face this place. From the morning when he woke up, he remembered that he had not recited the scriptures here last night, so he had to make up for it.

Recite the words repeatedly and dedicate the words, and walk slowly along the street.

Entering those relatively narrow streets that were not taken by snipers in the distance, Qiu Zedong moved to the side and looked at Bai Haonan chanting with some thought.

In fact, Bai Haonan is more like singing and walking. He can recite the scriptures that are already very familiar without using his brain and can be recited in a casual manner. The sound does not need to be too loud, otherwise the soldiers who pass by the wall and the migrant workers carrying corpses will have a strange look.

As he left the main road, there were a lot more corpses and blood. After a night, he became even more ugly, and it was no different from the ones that were piled up outside the school yesterday. It was ridiculous that today's TV and newspapers have already promoted the massacre of rebels in the city. Even those shocking photos of corpses were deeply influenced by mosaics, not to mention that there were original photos circulating "inadvertently" on the Internet. The party that initiated the rebellion has become an evil force that criticized.

In fact, standing here, I vaguely understand the truth that all participants are not so innocent.

It was rare to walk through a back street without corpses and blood, Qiu Zedong finally couldn't help but speak: "Is this really safe?" Even though Bai Haonan explained to him that he did not believe in Buddhism, it was still a bit difficult to understand such a stubborn habit of keeping things in mind, especially because these people were caused by their own hands or guidance.

Bai Haonan nodded: "This is similar to my football game. I am the opponent on the court and I can do everything I can. I can do the thing to break my legs. After the game, I and almost all the players of each team are friends. Except for those guys who are petty and vengeful, when I chanted this scripture for the first time, I felt that we are all small people. Why fight and why we kill people is not something we can decide. Then we treat it as opponents when we face to face, and the game is over, and then we will send the opponent on the road. That's all, so I don't have much hatred for these people and I don't have any guilt towards myself."

Qiu Zedong thought about it for a moment and admired it: "It makes sense! I heard that people in the European and American army often have psychological problems because of killing people on the battlefield, so there are also priests in the army. However, our culture is low, and few people think about this."

Bai Haonan pulled the corners of his mouth and didn't laugh: "I'll find psychological comfort for myself. People, don't think you are so advanced."

Qiu Zedong kept nodding: "You are also respecting life and fearing death."

Bai Haonan walked slowly and shook his head slowly: "I don't know, anyway, now I know that those little clevernesses I used to be proud of are not worth mentioning in such a situation."

Qiu Zedong wanted to recite scriptures with him, but Bai Haonan smiled and left the rare seriousness: "But I am not a thief. I'm a thief. I'm a pussy for myself. This is the same thing as picking up girls!

Qiu Zedong, who was determined to learn the great principles, was a little confused.

However, this chanting also allowed Bai Haonan to walk the entire battlefield carefully, and his mentality was really magically settled down. When he passed the remains of the helicopter with his butt wings raised, there were at least dozens of soldiers here to spread defense, and there were very few corpses around him. They all hurriedly saluted the commander under the leadership of the company commander.

I couldn't see clearly last night. Now Bai Haonan curiously approached Qiu Zedong and observed it. The company commander quickly explained: "Rifles, there should be many rifles and machine guns shooting towards the sky at the same time. As a result, I was unlucky and hit the pilot of the helicopter. You see, there are several holes here..."

Bai Haonan's conclusion was that this killing weapon was not reliable. Seeing that he was showing off his power in the sky, the advantages and disadvantages coexisted, and the army company commander kept nodding.

Bai Haonan was shocked to realize that he had a little more leadership style invisibly. He comforted the soldiers on duty here and said that when the crane came to get the helicopter, he could all retreat to the position on the mountain, and he quickly escaped.

Standing on the messy road, although there were not many corpses, I felt that at any intersection, a large number of militants might rush out of any force.

However, at this time, I saw many doors and windows of the houses being opened. I don’t know if it was the rebels last night or the soldiers who were bored in defense today. Bai Haonan and Qiu Zedong also looked at it a few times. There was a building a little neat. Qiu Zedong was recalling: "This seems to be the office rented by international organizations..."

Bai Haonan leaned his head and saw a dirty book from the messy ground. He was never interested in it and suddenly settled his foot in and picked it up. For nothing else, there was a black and white football on the cover: "What are you writing?"

Qiu Zedong leaned his head and felt ashamed: "I don't know English either." The level of education he could receive was at most Chinese and Burmese. English could only be rare in this land like Zhuang Chenxiang.

The green bottom is yellow, but the entire cover is a yellow card, with the football field drawn in chalk on it. Then there are many hand-drawn patterns folded, with very irregular arrows, small x, circles, well, it is similar to the circles he drew at the command and combat meeting just now, so the black and white football in the center of the cover made Bai Haonan feel particularly friendly. He rarely reads a book.

Even if the chalk handwritten English on the cover is so fancy that he can't tell the letters. When he opened it, he saw that it was basically all in English. Only a few pages did the distribution map on the court appear. It felt like a football book that talks about formation or training tactics. He held his armpits: "Take it back and ask the Major, he must understand English!"

As he said that, he also made a gossip about the way he had breakfast with the major in the morning: "Damn, you didn't see the pretending spirit..."

Qiu Zedong was serious: "It's not that I pretended to behave. Myanmar was ruled by British colonialism for decades. The military system and the etiquette and habits of the upper class were all based on the British. This is very similar to those of India and other countries that have been colonized. The British military system, drinking afternoon tea and servant relations were all continued at that time."

Bai Haonan suddenly realized.

When he walked slowly along the main road, Bai Haonan accidentally looked back and saw that the sky became more and more gloomy. Qiu Zedong was familiar with it: "Before the rainy season, there will be such rainy days, so we have to deal with these bodies quickly."

Maybe he was really stunned by the slap yesterday. He fought around the capital for more than ten days before he took down this urban area. He hurriedly convened a military parade and did not try to launch any attacks on this side all day, and there were not even ordinary people coming to explore. Perhaps the formation of soldiers guarding each intersection in that part of the city was too scary, so he just rushed to drive tanks and armored vehicles into the urban area. This was also the conventional practice of government troops in the past attacking these autonomous cities.

But today, it only occupied a very limited corner. If it weren't for the helicopter wreckage, all soldiers would have evacuated when it was dark. Even if there were heavy fire positions on the mountain behind him, in order to boost his courage, they would still ignite fires for every intersection in this area at night, and in addition to lighting, they were also burning the bodies.

There are too many of this issue. This issue was discussed in the regular meeting in the afternoon. More than 800 enemy bodies were buried and would inevitably leave behind scenes of people being excavated in the future. In line with the requirements of post-war epidemic prevention, we must deal with it immediately. It should be burned.

So when standing on the hillside, overlooking the capital city where many battles occurred, there seemed to be some electricity lights in the distance, and there were only fires in the near distance. The fires scattered everywhere pointed out the defense range, and then a temporary incineration site was set up under the hillside.

The air was filled with an uncomfortable atmosphere. Bai Haonan looked at it and diverted his attention and showed the book to Weng Lai. The major, who held a stick, immediately used the light illuminated by the orderly soldiers next to him to see it: "soeriq, it should mean football IQ. It was written by Americans. Only Americans use soer to describe British football, not the football that the British like to use."

Bai Haonan did not understand this kind of slang and translation culture between the United States and the United Kingdom, and asked with a smile: "What are you saying?"

Weng Lai made some inexplicable reading: "Where is this ordinary football textbook? There are few people here to read such books."

Bai Haonan is like a beggar who picks up garbage and points to the distant urban area: "It is said that it was once the residence of an international organization."

The major nodded and handed it back, and began to walk down the hillside. Of course, they would not walk over the mountain for a few hours to come here. Engineers directly dug out temporary steps along the side of the hillside, so that the commander and scouts could climb up to the high place to observe at any time. The vehicles below were waiting: "I think you made sense, so starting from tomorrow, there will be a small group of scouts and mobile troops to start irregular harassment operations in the enemy-occupied areas. Try to see the effect. Now the focus is..."

When he turned around, he found Bai Haonan holding the English book and flipping it around. The elite soldiers were too lazy to talk nonsense to him, and shook their heads and walked down the mountain by themselves.

Bai Haonan also deliberately kept a distance from the other party and did not interfere with military planning. However, when he stayed in this place where only soldiers were, he could not really teach with the female orderly every day. So when he returned to his territory, he saw Li Haizhou assigning accommodation to an operation team composed of a large group of football boys and young soldiers. He immediately waved and called Ono over, handed over the book and tried to make a mistake: "Chinese! Is it OK to translate it into Chinese?"

I can't ask the army major to translate, but after asking, I found out that Ono can barely speak some daily Chinese. If you can translate it into Chinese, you will be a ghost. So Qiu Zedong, who came here, came up with an idea: "Learn English! Only the upper class can learn English here. Now we can only stay in this place except for fighting. It's better to use this time to learn English. Let's learn together. Ono will learn Chinese in turn. Tomorrow I will send a liaison officer to the border to buy textbooks and so on."

When did Bai Haonan like reading books? His attention immediately changed: "Can you go to the border?"

Qiu Zedong pointed to the direction: "Not far away, seven or eight kilometers away in a straight line. In the past, the mules used to transport goods were crossing mountains and rivers. Now they are checked tightly and become more and more remote. However, they do not bring prohibited items, and they can still get close to there. At least they can buy things in farmers' markets, shops, and bookstores near the port. Everything you want to buy can be bought there. In the past, when there was no war here, there were express delivery round trips every day, shopping directly from the Internet and then delivering them here in a concentrated manner, which does not waste time at all."

Bai Haonan suddenly felt hot: "Look! Go and take me to see tomorrow..."

Even Li Haizhou could laugh at him: "My brother! You are the nominal commander of this entire war zone. You either have to be surrounded by a large group of troops and horses as if you were going to attack the border line, or you just go secretly. What do you think the major will deal with you when you come back? This is the army. Do you think you can do whatever you want in the town? But you can send me to ensure you complete the task, hahaha!"

Bai Haonan suddenly realized this distinction of identity and gained status and would lose some freedom accordingly.

What's in this world is so fair.

Of course, the fairest thing is that I didn't go the next day.
Chapter completed!