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That night, an uninvited guest came to Shi Shaoying's cell. Shi Shaoying looked at the man standing in front of him. He grinned and wanted to smile, but the smile on his face turned into a painful expression before it spread.

"I must admit that I was really shocked to see your feats these two days."

This guest who could speak fluent Chinese fluently when visiting in the evening was of course Himal. The man from Russia hung a car lamp on the wall and carefully slapped Shi Shaoying with the light. A faint smile appeared on his face, "How about it, how do you feel about spitting with hundreds of terrorists?"

Shi Shaoying reached out and rubbed the muscles on his face gently, and kept "hissing" in his mouth. Hearing Ximal's kind-hearted teasing, he couldn't help but roll his eyes. At dinner today, no matter how hard he tried, he could only stare at the grilled lamb chop in front of him. He smelled the fragrance for thirty minutes, and finally he was cheaper and looked at the prison guard who was also looking at the grilled lamb chop.

Shi Shaoying really doubted that if he dared to continue today's saliva war with the rest of the people tomorrow, he would not need to find a way to do it. He would have to starve to death because he vomited too much saliva and cramped his facial muscles, resulting in losing his normal ability to chew!

Ximal took out a thermal bucket from behind like a magic trick, and put it in the thermal bucket with coconut milk and stewed to pieces.

"I specially urged them to add a little salt to the porridge. This will not only replenish your physical strength, but also replenish the salt you consume at high speed because you vomited too much saliva."

Ximal put a straw for drinking milk tea into a bowl, and then delivered the bowl of coconut milk porridge to Shi Shaoying. Shi Shaoying only needed to hold the straw in his mouth. The muscles on his cheeks almost didn't need to move, so he could suck the porridge into his mouth, and then swallow it carefully.

He didn't eat lunch or dinner, and Shi Shaoying was already hungry. He lowered his head and drank the whole bowl of porridge almost in one breath. Ximal immediately added the porridge to the bowl. He drank four bowls with a straw. Until the food in the insulation bucket was bottomed out, Shi Shaoying licked his tongue and raised his head again.

Staring at Ximal, Shi Shaoying reached out to press his left cheek until he was sure that he could control the undulation range of the face muscles in this way and minimize the pain. Shi Shaoying finally spoke. At this time, his voice sounded ten times more strange than a walnut in his mouth: "Hi Shen Wood?"

Ximal was stunned for a long time before finally figuring out what Shi Shaoying asked just now was "why".

The two were arrested and sent to the National Security Bureau together, probably on the same day, but Ximal could run around in the prison with a mine lamp and food at night. In a country that is still in a state of war, they are suspects sent by the National Security Bureau. No matter how much Sikong Bowen stuffs outside, it is impossible to make Shi Shaoying as comfortable as Ximal.

Shi Shaoying has become the target of public criticism. Even if you think about it with your toes, you can guess it. As long as the prison is withdrawn from the guards, hundreds of Islamic radicals will rush forward in a moment and tear Shi Shaoying to pieces in an instant. However, Ximal, who was imprisoned at the same time and should have had the same sympathy, was obviously recognized by the Islamic radicals around him.

Although if you want to be an excellent war correspondent, you must be good at talking to others, talking to others when you see ghosts, and dancing well, but this guy, Ximal, isn't that exaggerating to be able to do everything, right?!

Himal reached out and touched the thick "Hawabi" beard on his face. "I am also an Islamist. Although I never support the radicals' policy of "building a country by force", my beard, including my faith, is the magic weapon for me to quickly integrate with all prisoners here. On the night I entered the prison, someone came to me and asked me if I needed cigarettes and fresh water in the prison. Then he asked me if I could speak English, Swahili, Arabic or Somali. Fortunately, I was proficient in these four languages. Then they sent a very polite young man who had lived in this prison for more than six months and carefully taught me how to maintain personal hygiene in this environment and how to prevent mosquito bites."

Shimal pointed his head, his face full of naked flaunts, "In the past two days, I have been talking to the prison guards and prisoners, not only have I obtained a large amount of first-hand interview materials from them, but also have become everyone's good friends. As a well-known war correspondent, after showing off my identity and protesting repeatedly, my case has been reported to a colonel of the Somalia National Security Agency. If there is no problem, I will be received by the colonel tomorrow and will be able to regain freedom soon. Do you have anything to say and want me to bring to Miss Sikong Bowen?"

Shi Shaoying glared at Ximal's face that was obviously worthy of being beaten, and he slowly raised his middle finger.

"If you want to become a qualified war correspondent, you need the fickleness of politicians, the delicateness of agents, the clever tongue of negotiating experts, the longevity of camels, the perseverance of lone wolf, and most importantly, you must have terrorist courage!"

Inadvertently, what Ximal once said echoed in Shi Shaoying's ears again. Although Shimal was showing off to Shi Shaoying at that time, he did not brag. He had strong affinity and could use the shortest time to get closer to strangers, gain the other party's favor, and take the initiative in the overall situation. In this regard, Shi Shaoying and Ximal were indeed difficult to match.

"By the way, I have another question to ask you." Ximal asked: "There were hundreds of terrorists standing in front of you. You dare to spit on them. Are you really not afraid at all?"

"Are you afraid you believe me?"

Shi Shaoying's tone was still extremely relaxed, but what he said was not easy: "I have been stationed on the Sino-Indian border for three years. Although our two countries have been peaceful for decades on the surface, think about it. There is a disputed area of ​​90,000 square kilometers between the two countries, which is equivalent to one percent of the entire territory of China and one-thirty of India. Who would give up such a land? India worked hard in those years. The troops they assembled on the border were equipped with Swedish 152mm caliber artillery and fighter jets from Russia and the United States. Their electronic confrontation system was twenty years ahead of us at that time. If one day the war really started, our border guards would definitely suffer a great loss as soon as they fought. But even so, the people in the country still looked down at this neighbor with a high attitude, thinking that the other party would collapse with one blow. You said, who wouldn't be afraid of serving in that place?"

In the last century, in order to arouse hostility between China and India, the "McMahon Line" drawn on the map has become a spike between China and India that no one can swallow.

It is because of this "border line" that China and India broke out in a local war more than 50 years ago. Today, although no one wants to start the war easily, special forces infiltrate into disputed areas or even "enemy war zones" every day for infiltration and reconnaissance. The armed posts of both sides are like intertwined, you have me and I have you.

No one can guarantee that in this land filled with smoke, a small-scale armed "conflict" between the company may break out due to some inducement.

If this is true, with the efforts of the two countries to restrain themselves, the conflict will quickly subside, and both sides will submit strongly-worded protest letters to each other. People living in the mainland will not even know what the soldiers who sacrificed their lives for the country died in the conflict. Their families will only receive a notice of "inadvertent death due to training injury", plus a golden military medal.

It is because of this that Shi Shaoying listened to the sound of the wake-up call every day, and opened his eyes and subconsciously sucked in a deep breath of wind from Siberia, he could smell a murderous aura of steel and iron in the wind. In order to hide his inner uneasiness, he worked hard to train his soldiers every day. Every once in a while, he would stand in front of the homemade sand table and repeatedly deduce it.

Shi Shaoying's eyes repeatedly examined the map and sand table. He can still clearly recite all the data of all nearby peaks and commanding heights, and can also mark even the smallest natural tunnel on the map with a pencil.

As a captain company commander, with more than 100 brothers under his command, Shi Shaoying must consider that when local war broke out between the two sides and the Indian army divided them, the Chinese border guards with absolute superior artillery and air force. They could only fight with regiments, battalions, and even companies. What kind of terrain should he use and what tactics should he use to attack the enemy with absolute advantage in air and artillery, and most effectively reduce casualties under his subordinates and bring these children home!

Recalling those tense but fulfilling years, a smile without regrets slowly raised on Shi Shaoying's face. He said casually: "I'm afraid of being afraid, hey, I don't know when it will start, but I'm afraid of getting used to it."

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