"Do you know how to use it?" Unfortunately, now was the wrong time. If he had nothing to do, Hong Tao would soon be able to make her smile. But at this time, not only was he unable to enlighten her, but he also had to get more angry and hand over a Type 95 rifle.

"Click...crack!" Zhumabai reached out to take the rifle, deftly took off the magazine, checked the bullets, then loaded it, and quickly pulled the bolt to load the gun.

"Very good...but you must turn off the safety when walking in the mountains and forests! You also carry this one...Come, Teacher Fang, these two are yours!" Hong Tao was not surprised at all by the red-robed nuns' proficiency in using firearms.

, it would be suspicious if she didn’t know how to use it.

No matter what kind of management method the Redeemer adopts, military training will definitely be required. Even children and women must be able to use weapons. Shooting a gun in this era is the same as chatting and watching videos on a mobile phone in the old world.

Essential skills.

"Uncle Biges, my sister and I can also shoot!" Yu Jia sat on the horse without any fear. She also wanted to get weapons like adults, even if she couldn't hold a rifle or a pistol.

"What are the rules you just said?" Don't think about pistols. Hong Tao put the two captured pistols and their magazines into the saddle bag.

"Follow the command and stop talking!" Seeing Hong Tao's unkind expression, Camilla glared at her brother.

"Yes, these are also the rules that you two need to abide by. If you want to survive and escape, you must remember these six words." Hong Tao nodded and turned his attention to Fang Wenlin and the red-robed nun.

"..." Fang Wenlin didn't intend to make the decision himself at all. He immediately nodded to indicate that he understood and approved.

"You lied to me. You are not a Kirgiz herdsman at all. Who are you!"

But the red-robed nun did not intend to accept her fate like this. With the help of a little moonlight filtering through the gaps between the treetops, she finally saw the face of this man. It was indeed the guy who asked her to take the photo and refused to open his eyes on the pretext of snow blindness.

"To each other, I'm afraid you are not a Kazakh, right? I'll go in front, you lead the horse and follow, Teacher Fang is at the end... If you have any questions, wait until you escape, or stay here with that pile of junk!"

Hong Tao had always guessed about the identity of the red-robed nun. He felt something was wrong from the first time they met. After he went back and asked Kerim, his doubts became more certain.

Although there are differences between Kirgiz and Kazakh, on the whole they are like Germans and Dutch chatting with each other. As long as you know some word conversion rules, you can understand the same thing. It is even easier than northerners in China to listen to Cantonese.

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But this nun, who claimed to be Kazakh and had a name with a strong Kazakh flavor, never spoke a word of Kazakh from beginning to end, leaving herself and the Crimean to learn Kirgiz for several months.

"...You, do you know what you did? Our only hope is ruined!"

It was only when Hong Tao pointed his finger that Zhumabayi noticed something wrapped in clothes next to the body, and half a circuit board scattered from the gap. His expression immediately changed, his eyes were indeed filled with anger, and his white little hands were dead.

He was holding on to the rifle tightly, with the intention of raising it to shoot.

"The soldiers at the foot of the mountain used it to discover this cave. Do you plan to take it with you to mark your whereabouts along the way? Idiot, throw away the things you learned in the Trappist Order for now. If you want to live, just be obedient.

, feel free to die if you want. Hey, hey, hey... Camilla, don't use so much force, hold the saddle with both hands and relax your body, rising and falling with the horse's back, and try not to make it feel that you are nervous."

That pile of things was a radio. Hong Tao found it under the pine needles in the cave and smashed it with a stone without saying a word. Needless to say, the red-robed nun was probably a spy for the resistance. She expected to use this piece of shit to contact the resistance and get help. It was simply

It's just wishful thinking.

Let’s not talk about whether it is possible to send and receive signals without erecting high antennas in the mountains and forests. Even if it can, do the rebels have the ability to go deep into the vicinity of Yining for rescue? Now they are even connected to important transportation strongholds such as Qiuci, Licheng and Loulan.

If everything is lost, what can you use to save people?

"Just listen to Biges. He has been grazing in the mountains all year round and must know many roads... maybe he can lead us to escape."

Seeing Hong Tao leading the horse away, Zhuma Bayi held the horse without moving. Fang Wenlin, who was in charge of the rear, had to act as a peacemaker and first persuaded this well-established red-robed nun to be a wise man who knew current affairs.

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"His name is not Biges!" The red-robed nun was still struggling with the name issue.

"But your name is not Zhumabai, and Kamila is not Kamila..." Fang Wenlin clicked his tongue and had to make his words clear.

These days, apart from those official residents with registered residences in the base, how many refugees outside use their real names? Even if they use their real names, who would believe it and who would care.

"...Don't talk to him about my affairs yet!" The red-robed nun was finally willing to take a step forward, but she did not intend to believe the shepherd in front of her who was not a shepherd.

"Don't worry, he doesn't know about Camilla either... I don't think he wants to know either!" Compared with the red-robed nun, Fang Wenlin is much more free and easy. It can't be said that he is free and easy. He is completely forced by the living environment.

Even though the Yining base and the refugee settlement are only separated by the Ili River, they are two completely different worlds. The base on the north bank of the river is like the Garden of Eden. People living there don't have to think about too many things from birth, and live, study and work step by step.

That’s it.

The south bank of the river is hell, and there are layers. Which layer you can survive in depends entirely on personal efforts, and of course, luck. In this case, people will mature faster, understand themselves better, and can see through people's hearts. Learn a little slower.

, if you make a mistake once, you will basically be dead, with no chance to correct it.

Five people and two horses staggered through the quiet and dark woods, not very fast but very persistently, and kept climbing higher, until the white mist gradually spread, and they stopped next to a small pool.

The two horses were unsaddled and were looking for food in the nearby forest grass. People were also sitting around a fallen tree trunk, watching Hong Tao take food out of the saddlebags one after another.

Canned fruits, cheese, dried meat, dried fish, honey, pickles, compressed biscuits...the two children also received a few almonds and raisins.

"Wash your hands and face first and then eat breakfast. Don't eat too much. We will have to walk a longer distance in a while. If you eat too much, you will vomit. Camilla, look at the minute hand on the watch. When you get here, pack up your things and hit the road. Who eats

Who’s hungry if you’re slow?”

Seeing the eager expressions of the two children, Hong Tao took off his watch and placed it in front of Camilla. He pointed at the twenty minutes mark, took off his cloak and leather jacket and walked towards the pool.

The water here comes from the melted snow on the top of the mountain, and has been washed away all year round to form several small pools. It is very clear and cold. Every time Hong Tao comes out of the base, he has to walk here to rest for an hour or two, take a bath, eat and drink.

Only then will we climb over the opposite mountain ridge and change our route to the north and go down the mountain, returning to Sailimu Lake from the west of Huocheng.

I'm afraid it's too late to take a shower today, and it's not appropriate to be in front of two ladies, one old and one young. I can only simply wash my face, and then change my face appropriately.

From the moment he shot and killed the Redeemer soldiers last night, the Kirgiz herdsman Ilbigez was completely dead. Naturally, the face covered by snow glasses, a big beard and long hair should also completely disappear from the world.

Hair style is an important decoration that affects appearance, so the first step is to cut hair. But no one goes out to deliver goods without a hair clipper, so Hong Tao can only use the reflection of the pond to cut off his long gray hair with a paratrooper knife.

break.

Zhuma Bayi also brought a small bag, which contained close-fitting clothing and simple food. But compared to the breakfast laid out by Hong Tao, there was no need to take it, and there was no need to resist corrosion and never touch it. She ate quickly, and there was no need to eat it.

I was pleasantly surprised to see so many foods, and ended the meal by trying a little of everything.

"Let me help you..." Seeing Hong Tao squatting by the pool and turning his neck back and forth with difficulty, she walked over.

"...Don't be too tidy, we don't have much time." Hong Tao thought for a while and handed the dagger over, turned around, squatted down and stretched his head out.

"Are you Han?" Zhumabai's hands are as beautiful as her face. They are slender, neat, white and delicate, with almost all the advantages. In addition, they are also flexible, although only a small amount is cut off each time.
Chapter completed!