Chapter 7 First Night

Under the escort of two domestic 81 automatic rifles, Shi Shaoying jumped off the pickup truck with a weird look at the prison that had opened its doors for him, and the Somali soldiers standing in front of the gate, wearing a yellow military uniform and a blue beret.

Shi Shaoying didn't know what was written on the white iron plate in front of the prison gate, but he could see that this prison located on the outskirts of Mogadishu had a very long history. Judging from their architectural style and some details, Shi Shaoying even suspected that the founder of this prison was the British colonist who invaded Somalia ten years ago.

The entire prison is made of steel-coagulated concrete without any beautification or decoration. The gray cement walls are directly exposed to the air, hard and rough, and make people feel timid.

Such a prison with the atmosphere of World War II can see the shadow of the army everywhere.

The sentry patrols regularly, the wandering sentries that appear occasionally, and more than a dozen military dogs, form a seemingly impeccable ground warning network.

A circle of power grid is set up at the top of the high wall. In the four corners of the wall, four sentry towers, which are also made of reinforced concrete, are built. Not only are there high-power searchlights and loudspeakers, but also a heavy machine gun is installed in the middle of the bunker made of sandbags. Once an emergency occurs, these sentry towers will immediately become machine gun bunkers. The fire angles of the four heavy machine guns cross and make up for each other, and the supplement of automatic rifles is enough to cover the entire prison's radius of 800 meters.

Wars continued, terrorists were rampant, and rebels were everywhere, causing a situation of overcrowding of prisons.

The cells were built like a military camp, neatly and almost monotonous. Each cell was visually estimated to be about 30 square meters, but there were more than twenty people detained inside. These prisons had no windows, only one iron gate facing the playground. People living inside only had half an hour of air release every day, allowing them to go outside to move freely, and the rest of the time could only stand quietly behind the iron gate and look at everything outside.

Usually, even if a gust of wind blows outside or a white cloud floats in the sky above your head, these prisoners will appreciate it for a long time. A newcomer like Shi Shaoying, who is of course a newcomer, has become the focus of everyone's attention.

Almost everyone rushed to the iron gate, opened their eyes wide and looked curiously at Shi Shaoying, whose appearance was obviously different from them.

Some of them also have Asian ancestry at first glance, but their faces are as bright as those of Europeans, and their faces are still covered with thick beards. When they looked at someone, they did not deliberately stare at fierce eyes and waved their wild fists. They just looked at them seriously with their own eyes. However, when they walked past these people, the hairs on Shi Shaoying's body could not help but stand up. Needless to ask, he knew that these men with faint ignorance in their eyes should be terrorists from Al Qaeda, Afghanistan.

After the 9/11 incident, the United States concentrated its superior forces into Afghanistan, causing a serious blow to Al Qaeda, but they did not completely eliminate Al Qaeda, and even a fatal blow was not considered a killing blow. Religious fanatics who believed in Ben** and were willing to sacrifice their lives for him, holding the simplest individual weapons such as rocket launchers and automatic rifles, relying on tunnels and caves in the mountains, facing various bombshells, and fighting with old special forces from all over the world.

The terrorists who survived the one-sided and hell-like war must be super elites with strength and luck. The Americans wanted to fight against the Taliban and al-Qaeda and wanted to kill Ben.**, so they launched the Afghanistan war on terror, but in the end they "trained" a group of veterans who were invincible in life and death and even if they fought with special forces, they could at least save their lives.

These veterans devoted themselves to the movement of Islamic radical organizations around the world and played an important role. A few hours ago, they attacked the terrorists at the base at Mogadishu's "International Airport" with mortars. They were elusive and used the guerrilla tactics of "shooting one shot and changing another place" to the fullest, giving the airport peacekeeping troops an absolute advantage, but they had the powerlessness and helplessness of an elephant chasing a mouse. This situation makes people sigh at the "fairness" and "cruelty" unique to the laws of natural biological evolution.

As for those who are dark-skinned and whose mouths open and two rows of white teeth can be exposed when they can shoot toothpaste advertisements, they should be native Somalia natives who are imprisoned with al-Shabaab. The only explanation is that they are armed rebels under the leadership of Al-Shabaab.

Perhaps because of his special identity, Shi Shaoying was locked up in a single cell of seven or eight square meters. This is really a presidential treatment. There is actually a skylight on the ceiling of this single cell. The skylight is welded to death with a square steel fence. Even Shi Shaoying can't escape from this position.

The sun shone on the skylight, and the stars were leaking down, just throwing on Shi Shaoying's face. From time to time, soldiers standing on duty in the prison cell walked past. Shi Shaoying raised his head and could clearly see the shoes on the soldiers' feet. Sometimes he could even hear the soldiers whispering in a low voice on the roof. Of course, the super "foreign language translation machine" was confiscated, and Shi Shaoying could not understand anything.

After a while, a prison guard brought a set of bedding and a mat to Shi Shaoying. Looking at the large dark red stains on the bedding, Shi Shaoying tried hard to stop thinking about what made the bedding look like this. They also brought it in together with Shi Shaoying a dinner... a small amount of brown rice, plus a small handful of beans soaked in salt water.

Because of the long time, Shi Shaoying ate very calmly when enjoying these foods, often a bean that can be chewed for a minute or two. Frankly speaking, these foods are definitely not delicious, but in the face of an unpredictable future, preserving physical strength as much as possible is the only way to increase the chance of survival.

Before the beans were finished, the prison guard actually returned. Before the prison guard could speak, he grinned and showed a big and bright smile at Shi Shaoying. This smile really scared Shi Shaoying. The first thought he had in his heart was: "This guy smiled so lewdly and obscenely, could he like men?"

The prison guard opened a food box, which included steaming corn tortillas, and also roasted hand-catch lamb chops. In addition, several Somalia native bananas with thin skin, thick flesh, and sweet taste. In the end, the prison guard took out a small pot of camel milk like a magic trick.

The prison guard placed these delicacies that might not be able to enjoy even in the hotel. Shi Shaoying had not yet figured out the reason why he was so warmly treated. The prison guard looked around and took a step closer and suddenly stretched out his hand, quietly stuffed a small glass bottle into Shi Shaoying's palm.

It was a bottle of feng glutinous oil in China, which costs one dollar a bottle. However, in the hot temperatures and mosquitoes rampant, malaria represents a rampant variety of infectious diseases, especially in prisons with harsh environments, such a small bottle of feng glutinous oil can save a life!

Looking at the heart-warming smile on the prison guard's face and feeling his closeness to him, Shi Shaoying couldn't help but laughed silently.

It seems that the social activity of "giving gifts through the back door" has long become a common unspoken rule in the world. Shi Shaoying dares to use his own head to bet that the Chinese have already reached the forefront of the world in this profound and profound knowledge. Sikong Bowen, a war correspondent, is even more Chu Qiao. With her public relations ability, she finds ways to clear the joints and improve Shi Shaoying's quality of life in prison. Isn't that a piece of cake?

Shi Shaoying sat cross-legged, ignoring the strange gazes of the prisoners in the opposite cell, he reached out and chewed them happily. Finally, he raised his neck and drank the camel milk in the pot without leaving any drops. Then he lay on the mat with a full burp and slept soundly.

I don’t know how long I slept, but Shi Shaoying woke up. To be precise, he was woken up by a melodious singing.

It was pitch black in front of me. When I met the gap in the sky above my head, Shi Shaoying could see that in the sky without a trace of clouds, the stars that were obviously brighter than China were flickering.

In this quiet dark night, I don’t know who started it, nor do I know how many prisoners were singing the same song softly. The tune of this song is beautiful and low. Although I can’t understand what they are singing, if you listen carefully, Shi Shaoying can still hear a deep sadness from the soul in their singing.

Whether they are terrorists or armed thugs labeled as "rebels", they are still flesh and blood people after all, living in such a world that has long been beaten to pieces. Even in the wind blowing from afar, you can vaguely hear mothers crying in despair when they lose their children. How could they not be sad in the world where the earth is emitting a bloody smell?

But as they sang, the song gradually became low and powerful. More and more prisoners lay on the iron gate and began to sing softly with everyone. The cycle of life and death, the fusion of love and hate, and more and more emotions were poured into the song without reservation. As their singing passed through the thick earth under their feet, they passed through the high protective wall with the power grid, and rushed to the vast sky above their heads, until a historical note that could sweep the heaven and earth was formed.

In this song, Shi Shaoying heard their desire for life, their fearlessness towards death, their firmness in faith, their care for love, and their persistence in hatred.

It was at this moment that Shi Shaoying finally understood why the current Somalia government, supported by the United States and Ethiopia, clearly occupied a "orthodox" position, but failed repeatedly in the military, and the government orders could only cover a few of the most important cities in the country.

It’s not that the current Somalia government is inaction, but that their enemies are too strong. An army formed by a group of people who have firm beliefs and are willing to sacrifice their lives for them is not only terrible, but also qualified to create miracles. Otherwise, why are the strong people like the United States unwilling to send troops to Somalia easily?

Listening and thinking, I don’t know when the tiredness came, Shi Shaoying fell asleep with the quilt wrapped around his body.
Chapter completed!