Ayana asked, lying on the stretcher, while letting Wei Ran take off her robe and cover her body and the two children she was holding.

"Where can we escape?" Kirill asked absently.

"Do you want to go to Kandahar?" Ayana asked almost certainly.

"That's right"

Kirill was not prepared to hide the matter, "I want to go to Kandahar."

"Even as a prisoner?" Habibullah asked.

"captive?"

Kirill smiled and reminded bluntly, "I don't want to escape because there are still patients here, but that doesn't mean I want to be a prisoner."

"Although your companions saved those two children, we still can't let you go."

Hakim was not only reminding Kirill and Wei Ran, but also seemed to be reminding Habibullah, "In order to capture you, my teacher Abdul has died, and my brothers, sisters, classmates and friends have also died.

Qiao Ya lost all her relatives, and we paid so much to shoot down your helicopter and capture you, so even if you save Ayana's children and Ayana, I can't let you go.

"

"Keep on going"

Wei Ran urged, "Such a discussion has no meaning at all."

"That's right, let's continue on our way." Ayana ended the topic.

Taking advantage of the last moment before the sky darkened completely, Wei Ran and Kirill followed the guerrillas over two more stone mountains and passed through a long and narrow valley, finally braving the cold wind and a few snowflakes mixed in.

Found a hidden cave.

The cave is not big, but it is big enough for everyone and livestock to hide in.

Not only that, there was a fireplace built with stones at the end of the cave, and some firewood and coal were piled there. There were even several thick bundles of felt hung on a rope hanging from the top of the rock wall above.

After handing Weiran and Kirill over to Mahbub, who was guarding him with a gun, Habibullah and Hakim, with three helpers, took off the felt to block the entrance of the hole, and spread out two resting areas around the fireplace.

Everyone was either busy lighting the fire, milking the goats, or feeding the remaining three donkeys and goats some concentrate.

"Old guy, we want to help Ayana check the wound now." Kirill suggested, "You should all change the dressing."

"Then I'll trouble you," Mahbub said, putting the medical bag beside him forward, and then opened the safety of the AK74 in his hand.

Seeing this, neither Wei Ran nor Kirill said anything. One was still responsible for inspecting the wound and changing dressings, while the other was responsible for taking the temperature and giving injections.

By the time the two of them finished their work, the fire was lit in the stone fireplace, and the cave became a little brighter.

"Kill a sheep"

Mahbub suddenly said, "Hakim, come and kill a sheep. We have no meat. In any case, their companions saved Ayana's child. They should be thanked, otherwise Jane will not

Forgive us.”

"good"

Hakim responded simply, walked into the sheep herd and dragged a half-grown goat out of the cave.

"Let me change the dressing for your wound."

Wei Ran said and walked to Mahbubu's side, "Also, thank you for your warm hospitality."

"Thank you also to your companion Ruslan"

Mahbub said, passing the weapon in his hand to Habibullah behind him.

Amidst the sudden bleating of sheep outside the cave, Wei Ran helped Mahbub and his son Habibullah change the dressings for their wounds, and then helped each other with Kirill, healing some of the wounds on his body caused by stones.

The wound was treated.

By the time they finished their work, Joya and Soraya were already feeding the two babies with a syringe each, and Hakim also returned to the cave carrying a killed goat.

"Give them your front legs," said Mahbub.

Hakim was very happy. He skillfully cut off the goat's two front legs with a knife, wrapped them in sheepskin and handed them to Wei Ran and Kirill.

"We don't have much water, so let's roast the lamb tonight."

Although Mahbub said this, he still asked Habibullah to take out the water bag, poured a full pot of water and handed it to Wei Ran and Kirill.

In this regard, the only thing Wei Ran and Kirill could do was to accept Ruslan's gift in exchange for his life, guard the bonfire specially lit for them, and make roast leg of lamb by themselves.

"These are yours too"

Habibullah said, placing a small knife and a small dish of coarse salt, plus a bag of tea leaves and two cups of goat milk in front of Wei Ran and Wei Ran.

Before the two of them could say anything, the family had already started the morning ritual by their fireside. Only Ayana, who was lying on the stretcher and holding a bottle of Bobosha, was left to watch Wei Ran and Ji Li.

you.

“Concentrate on eating.”

As he spoke, Wei Ran had already taken out his paratrooper's knife. Although the tip of the knife was severely worn, it fortunately did not affect its use. At least it was enough for him to make a few cuts on the leg of lamb.

After looking at the knife in Wei Ran's hand, Kirill couldn't help but touch the scalpel that had been hidden in his cuff, then picked up the knife sent by Habibullah and made a few cuts on the leg of the lamb.

Putting the leg of lamb next to the bonfire, Wei Ran glanced at the family who were still performing the obeisance, took out a miniature camera and took a photo of Kirill opposite.

Seeing this, the latter also took out his camera and took a picture of Wei Ran.

The two looked at each other and smiled. Kirill took off the Wrigley watch that belonged to Ruslan from his wrist and handed it over.

"What's wrong?" Wei Ran asked as he took the watch.

"Put it on" Kirill said casually.

"Are you going to stay?" Wei Ran was keenly aware of something.

"I don't know what you're talking about"

Kirill said, and took out a photo of Ruslan's family and handed it over.

"Do you want to go to Kandahar as a prisoner?" Wei Ran asked firmly after taking the photo.

"I want to know if my father is still alive," Kirill said, looking at the bonfire blankly, "But you will leave, and I will find a way to let you leave alive. You have to return to Su..."

"You don't have anything to say about this matter."

Wei Ran said and returned the photo to the other party, "And I don't know Ruslan's family, so don't leave this kind of job to me."

Kirill opened his mouth, but in the end he didn't say anything, he just put the photo away again.

As the bonfire licked the two legs of lamb, oil beads gradually emerged, the aroma was gradually roasted, and a layer of browned and reddish shell was gradually roasted.

He also set up the precious pot of fresh water by the bonfire and poured all the tea and goat's milk into it. Wei Ran also took off his boots and buried the wet foot wraps in the sand beside the bonfire.

In the crackling and slow-burning bonfire, the two legs of lamb were gradually roasted. Joya also sent a piece of freshly baked naan bread and said thank you in Persian.

Looking at Qiao Ya who hurried to the simple fireplace, Kirill shook his head slightly, broke the still hot naan bread into two halves and gave them to Wei Ran, and asked with sadness in his tone, "If we can

When I go back, how should I tell Ruslan's wife and children this bad news? His wife was originally because of..."

"I have no idea"

Wei Ran took the naan bread and took a bite, then used a paratrooper knife to tear off a strip of meat from the lamb leg, dipped it in some crushed salt powder, and put it into his mouth. While chewing, he said, "That is harder than escaping from here."

Things, I don’t know how to answer.”

"Have you ever done such a thing?" Kirill asked abruptly.

Hearing this, Wei Ran was stunned for a moment, took another bite of the naan pancake, tore off another strip of meat and put it into his mouth. He replied vaguely, "I've done it before, so I don't know what to do. There's no answer, no

The perfect solution.”

"I suddenly wondered if my father was dead, but his companions didn't send him home with the news."

Kirill also took a bite of naan bread, "Aren't you curious why I suddenly thought like this?"

"Not curious"

Wei Ran paused, "Do you want to inform Ruslan's family later?"

"yes"

Kirill nodded, "Notify later. For them, Ruslan is still alive. I think...at least let his daughter grow up. Although it is still difficult, she can at least pray that her father is still alive."

.”

"Just like you back then?" Wei Ran looked up at him.

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Kirill smiled and said, "Just like me back then, looking back now, if I had received the news that my father had been killed early, I might have joined a gang now."

"You may have married your adoptive father's daughter," Wei Ran reminded.

"Who knows?"

Kirill imitated Wei Ran and used a knife to tear off a piece of roasted and fragrant mutton, dipped it in a little salt powder and put it into his mouth. He took another bite of naan bread and said almost confidently, "But she

Wouldn't like a gangster."

"What's her name?" Wei Ran asked, trying to talk about something lighter.
To be continued...