Dragoon fighter

As one of the most influential TV stations in Pakistan, whether it is the war between India and Pakistan or the battle between the US military and the Taliban in Afghanistan, the host of ged always appears on the battlefield regardless of the risk of his life and broadcasts current news in real time.

The three major behind-the-scenes interests, China, the United States, and Russia, came forward as mediators. Soldiers from the three countries were mixed together and responsible for the security of the entire temporary camp. Not even a fly could get in within a radius of five kilometers.

Journalists from all over the world gathered in a huge tent covering an area of ​​nearly 300 square meters in the center of the camp. Multiple cameras had taken advantageous positions and stood ready. The flashes of hundreds of high-end SLR cameras came and went continuously without even stopping. When the time comes, take valuable photos randomly.

"Congressman Tuvalu, I'm so glad to see you here." The Pakistani representative greeted the belated Indian representative and stretched out his hand to shake hands.

The Indian representative with a big red bun stretched out his hand with a smile, shook the hand of the Pakistani representative, and said with the same smile: "Asad Vieri Khan, my good friend, It’s been a long time no see.”

Pakistani names are generally divided into two sections, the first name and the last name. If there are three sections, the middle one represents the family name, which also means having aristocratic blood, and sometimes having a title in the name.

As a politician, he is so thick-skinned that he can defend himself against large-caliber sniper bullets. Even if he wishes to tear the opponent into pieces and eat him alive, he still maintains a graceful and reserved face.

At this time, a clever waiter brought a plate with champagne. The Indian representative and the Pakistani representative each took a glass, clinked their glasses with each other, made a clear sound, and faced the reporters with sympathetic expressions on their faces. They raised their glasses together and said: "To peace and to the good-neighborly and friendly relations between India and Pakistan, cheers l"

Other representatives from both sides also raised their glasses.

For an instant, the camera lights in the press box dazzled everyone's attention. The bodyguards of the dignitaries of the two countries were on alert as if they were facing a formidable enemy, fearing that someone would take the opportunity to do something evil at this moment.

The scene inside the signing tent is being played in real time on the on-board TV of the tour bus rented at the Peshawar Air Force Base.

"Looks like we're going home soon." Lin Mo glanced at the live broadcast and looked out the window. He calculated that the harvest from this trip was far less than that from a business trip to Zambia, and it was only about three months' worth. Millions of dollars in prize money.

How come the son of the commander of the Peshawar Air Force is not a stupid guy with a lot of money? Look at Major Kaura, he is on the road, I take the money, and he takes the blame. I wish I could be a "monster" a few more times.

The manufacturing funds will also be available.

But until now, Lin Mo has never met an arrogant and domineering second-generation official. In fact, every Pakistani is very friendly to the Chinese people, as if it is engraved in their bones since childhood.

Following the deep imprint of the textbooks, the Pakistani nation has a natural affinity for China and cannot even tolerate speaking ill of China, even if it is said by the Chinese themselves.

Peshawar is not a big city. It has a mixture of high and low floors, bright and deep, winding palace-like old residential buildings, as well as magnificent and fashionable modern buildings. The British colonialists built Peshawar just right. Separate the old town and the new town.

Just like most small towns in China, in an urban area, a dusty main road divides the entire urban area, with a strong Pakistani style of flamboyant trucks and domestic old-fashioned permanent or Phoenix bicycles and other means of transportation were mixed together, moving forward slowly.

There are many "Chinese" people doing business in Pakistan. "Chinese" products can be seen everywhere in Peshawar. You can even see Haier Appliances stores on the street. You can even see armed men everywhere with guns in their hands. It is a domestic product from China.

Although the tour bus carrying the Chinese volunteer pilots was squeezed into the slow traffic, although it crawled, it was unable to move due to the congestion.

The residents of Peshawar all believe in Islam, which has become a part of everyone's daily life. Various ancient mosques are located in various places in Peshawar, and they are also important places for men to gather and pray.

The tour guide sent by Pakistan, Zia Haq Anium, is dark and thin, with a beautiful mustache. He is a dedicated tour guide who is very familiar with Peshawar. He can talk about various scenic spots on the way. There were some historical allusions and one or two jokes from time to time, which made the Chinese volunteer pilots laugh.

Having such a pistachio as a tour guide in the car with endless witty remarks made the pilots release all the pressure accumulated during the war.

In the morning, the volunteer pilots visited Minlou scenic spots in most of Peshawar city and tasted a lunch full of Pakistani flavor.

"The war is finally over, and we can live a good life again." Harkianium glanced at the picture played on the in-car TV and couldn't help but sigh. This war has shocked the citizens of both countries. The nerves are tightened, in the event of an all-out war, no matter whether we win or lose, it will be the common people who will suffer.

Harkianium lowered his head and looked at the piece of paper in his hand, clapped his hands, and said: "Next stop, we will go to a small shopping street full of Islamic specialties. Don't worry, I won't take any kickbacks. You will definitely You can buy authentic ethnic souvenirs from Afghanistan, Pakistan and India. They are absolutely authentic. I guarantee it with my reputation as Huck. Finally, I will take you to visit the Sikh Castle." He patted his chest, attracting the attention of the volunteer pilots. Their good-natured laughter.

The Sikh Castle is very huge. It stretches from Peshawar to the Khyber Pass. It is a very important military installation. "Maru, turn left in front, then right, then go straight, and you are there." Haqian Newm patted the driver on the shoulder.

"Okay, Huck 1"

The driver held the steering wheel and answered in a steady voice. He was a strong man with sallow skin and a big beard. He was a taciturn and dedicated driver.

No one noticed that the bus quietly broke away from the jeep in front of it and turned onto another road. Almost at the same time, two off-road vehicles with special soldiers following the bus were stopped by several donkey carts who suddenly got into an argument. Trapped in the back.

With the superb driving skills of the bearded driver, the bus was as nimble as a fish in the maze-like Old Town of Peshawar, with complex road conditions and narrow roads, and it passed quickly and quietly while avoiding obstacles and crowds of people. Disappeared from the sight of the escort.

However, the volunteer pilots in the bus didn't realize it at all. Their attention was completely attracted by the talk of the tour guide Hark Anium. To be honest, Hark Anium was definitely an excellent tour guide.

Not long after passing through the busy city, the bus entered an alley and stopped. This was a relatively quiet alley.

"Come on, come on, we are here. We will only stay here for two hours. We will rush to visit the Sikh Castle later. Although we may not be able to see everything, we hope to be back before dark for dinner. ." Hakianyu opened the car door with a smile on his face.

"Everyone, take care of your belongings and don't get separated. Well, Taliban elements often kidnap [Chinese] people here. As long as you don't get separated, our plainclothes men will protect you. Don't worry, everyone hurry up." The tour guide Ha Keanyu got out of the car first and greeted the pilots in the car.

"Well, I have to buy a few BOSS carpets to give to my relatives. The carpet they gave each of us is really nice."

"I agree with you "gold coins". I want to take them in bundles. I want to cover my room with carpets, haha. I hope our car can fit it." Volunteer of the helicopter squadron The reporter "Earth" patted the shoulder of "Gold Coin" who had the same idea as the hero.

"If the good "Dadi" can't fit it, use your helicopter to do it." "Gold Coin" from Sichuan smiled happily and walked shoulder to shoulder with "Dadi".

"I want to bring more gel, I think I like the taste here."

Comrade "Snow Wolf" is still recalling the delicious food full of Pakistani characteristics at noon.

...Snow Wolf, "Stop mentioning it. I hate jelly. Stay away from me when you eat it. When I smell it, I think of the Astra planes. It's disgusting. The Astra they launched The missile must be filled with gel, otherwise how could it not even hit the target?"

"Rou Zao", who only saw the only non-staple food, pinched his nose and shook his head, this guy Hong [,

I always carry a can of dried meat with me, otherwise I wouldn't be able to eat at all. This weird hobby has become almost obsessive.

"Are you so disgusted?" Rouzao, it's time for you to change your taste. It won't do you any harm to try it. You should accept some new things and keep pace with the times. Don't stick to your canned meat. "The milk tea here is pretty good. Let's see if there is any semi-finished product that can be brewed and drank. I'll have to buy it in boxes to avoid having to drink it later." "Hera laughed, I want to bring some copper crafts and agate. Pakistani crafts can make my room look more artistic." "Lao Maozi Caviar shook his head and prepared a big bag. He didn't look like he was here for a shopping spree, but more like a bandit who came to rob.

A "pheasant" came out of a "nest". Seeing his junior brother Lin Mo's dispensable expression, he hooked his neck and said: ...Dragon Knight, don't you want to buy something?" "Me? 1 Whatever." Lin Mo shrugged. Pilots are basically fully supported by the country. From socks to quilts, there is no place to spend money on food, clothing, housing and transportation. He really doesn't know what specialties he wants to buy. Is it possible? Is it possible to buy aircraft parts in this rundown area? ! .