The dawn of dawn appeared in the sky of the Far East, with a ray of white and a ray of golden light. The earth is still shrouded in darkness, but people have already seen the light.
Aleppo suburbs, Russian military base.
Thousands of refugees knelt on the ground, praying to their gods. They were so poor that they didn't even have a blanket to keep out the cold, but there was bound to be a prayer mat under their feet. Every Arab, poor or rich, has a mat for prayer.
All the Arabs here are praying for the rebirth of one person, their prophet, Xia. This seemed to be the first time in thousands of years that they were praying for a Chinese.
In the temporary headquarters, Gmolovich looked at the Aleppo refugees who were praying, frowning slightly, looking a little worried.
"General, it's daybreak." An adjutant said: "There is still no news about Xia Chongsheng. I guess he has..."
Gmolovich said: "Do you think he was killed by the Americans?"
The adjutant nodded, "Yes, last night the U.S. Ninth Fleet dispatched almost all available fighters and bombers, and also fired all their Tomahawk cruise missiles. No one could survive such a level of bombing. Even a superhero with supernatural powers.”
"You also watch American superheroes?"
The adjutant was slightly stunned, "Look."
Gmolovich said: "I love watching it too. Who doesn't love America? Hahaha."
The adjutant was confused by Gmolovich's strange reaction. He bit the bullet and said: "General, let's assume that Xia Chongsheng was killed by the bomb. What should we do with these refugees? And the supplies that Xia Chongsheng left here? "
Gmolovich said: "If that magical boy dies, what are we keeping these refugees for? Thousands of people need food and drink, so let them leave here." After a pause, he added: "As for supplies, that's right , what supplies are you talking about?”
A smile suddenly appeared on the adjutant's face, "I understand, I will send people to drive away those refugees immediately."
"I'll go in person." Gmolovich withdrew his gaze, turned and walked towards the door.
The adjutant followed closely, "General, the Americans didn't even say hello to us last night, nor were they afraid of our fighter planes taking off to fight with them. They are really crazy. The Kremlin called to ask about what happened last night. This How should the report be written?”
Gmolovich said: "Just write it as it is. Our radar did detect the US military, but the other side has dozens of Hornets and F-series. Do we really want to go to war with the Americans? No one wants to go to war. The Americans have already It takes control of our psychology.”
"I understand," the adjutant said.
"As for what you said about Americans going crazy, I'm thinking that if we faced such an opponent, we would also go crazy." There was an intriguing hint on the corner of Gmolovich's mouth, "Let's do this If we operate it, the thing dropped last night might not have been a solid material bomb, but a nuclear bomb."
On a runway.
Yusna and Zaya climbed up from the prayer mat and looked eagerly in the direction of Aleppo. In their sight, the world-famous white city has turned gray.
"It's already dawn, why hasn't he come back yet?" Yusna's heart was full of worry.
Zaiya said: "He is a prophet sent by God to save us. He will be fine. He is God, and God protects him. He will be fine."
Saying this, she could think of the horrific bombing last night, but she didn't even have the slightest bit of confidence in her heart.
"Why don't we go to White Pearl to find him, Zaya, are you willing to go with me?" Yusna looked at Zaya, her eyes full of expectation.
Zaya hesitated for a moment, then nodded, "We have to leave this base quietly. If your uncle finds out about us, he will definitely stop us."
"That's it, let's pack our things and bring the gun." Yusna said.
At this moment, there was a sudden explosion at the other end of the runway. A large number of Russian soldiers ran over with guns, and the Aleppo refugees were driven back. Some fell, were trampled, and made wailing sounds. The peaceful scene at the end of the prayer just turned into chaos in the blink of an eye.
"What happened?" Yusna stared in that direction.
"Let's go take a look." Zaya said.
Sudden changes caused the two Arab girls to postpone their secret plan. They came to the place where the riot occurred and found Salah at the center of the conflict.
Salahi was arguing with a Russian officer, "Are we driving us away? This is Syrian territory, and so is this airport! Our ancestors have lived here for generations, and you have no right to drive us away."
"We have signed an agreement with your government. This base is ours. We have the right to let you leave." The officer who argued with Salahei said in a fierce tone, "Don't stir up trouble again. I'm warning you for the last time, otherwise we will shoot you." Got it!"
The Russian soldier behind him raised his gun, and there was a sound of the safety being opened.
"Then give us our supplies! Let's leave this place." Salahei said.
"Materials? What supplies?" the Russian officer asked.
"It's the supplies that Mr. Xia left for us!" Salahei said angrily: "Do you want to deny it? We know the existence of that batch of supplies and they are all packed in the truck!"
The Russian officer did not explain, but moved his head in one direction.
Gmolovich was in that direction, protected by a group of guards.
Gmolovich said calmly: "Let them see our determination."
This is a very clear instruction.
The Russian officer then shouted: "Get ready to shoot!"
Zaya and Yusna rushed to the front of the crowd and stood in front of Sarahei.
"What do you want to do?" Zaya said angrily: "This is Syria! Standing in front of you are Syrian refugees!"
Yusna said angrily: "We are the president of the relief society. We know the existence of those supplies. We have paid for them. If you ask us to leave, we will leave. But you have to give us those supplies, otherwise you will let us How to survive?”
"That's your business and has nothing to do with us." The Russian officer's face was grim. "Last warning, leave here immediately, otherwise you will really shoot. Don't doubt our determination, the Russians never lack the courage to shoot. "
Yusna said something else, but Sarahei grabbed her and said, "Stop talking, let's go."
"But, uncle..." Yusna was not reconciled.
Salahei spat on the ground, "Don't you understand yet? These guys think Mr. Life or death. Let’s get out of here first and then figure out a way.”
"Thousands of people need food and water, and some are sick. What can we do?" Zaiya said: "This is more than 300 kilometers away from Damascus. We can't get there at all, and even if we get there, there will be no way to get there." There is also a lack of food and water.”
Salahei sighed. He said he would think of a way, but he had no way at all.
Sadness spreads among the refugees. Yesterday, they got hope. Overnight, their hopes were dashed again.
Tears filled the eyes of Zaya and Yusna. Not only did they feel sorry for the suffering of these refugees, they were also worried about Xia Lei's safety.
The Russian officer raised his hand.
This was a command gesture to fire, and as soon as he waved his hand down, the Russian soldiers behind him would fire.
Leaving here means that the refugees coming out of the White Pearl will lose food, water and necessary medicines, and they will also become the target of terrorists. But if they stay, they will soon face Russian bullets. Two roads, one is a dead end, the other is also a dead end.
But at this moment, a voice suddenly came over like thunder, "Whoever shoots will die!"
This voice was Xia Lei's, and he spoke Russian.
This sound made people's eardrums buzz.
Everyone's eyes were focused on it.
In the golden morning light, a thin figure walked towards this side from the direction of the base gate.
"It's a prophet!"
"It's Mr. Xia!"
The refugees who escaped from the White Pearl immediately cheered. Some shouted his name, and some shouted prophet. But no matter what the title was, the respect and love they gave Xia Lei came from the bottom of their hearts.
The Russian officer who directed the expulsion operation subconsciously looked at Gmolovich.
Gmolovich shouted: "Asshole! Whoever told you to raise your gun, put it down! You idiots, look what stupid things you have done? Who gave the order? I want to deal with him!"
The Russian officer who directed the expulsion operation had a confused expression on his face. There was something unspoken in his heart, wasn't it your order
Zaya and Yusna had abandoned Sarahei and ran towards Xia Lei. Under the black robe, the rough waves are rippling, rippling.
Xia Lei suddenly stopped, with a strange expression on his face, "Don't hug me together, don't hug me together. If someone takes a photo, uploads it to the Internet, and then the women at home see it, then..."
Xiaoqian's voice suddenly came out, "Don't worry, Master, I have deleted a lot of gossip about you for you."
Xia Lei, "..."
Zaya opened her arms and hugged Xia Lei.
Yusna opened her arms and hugged Zaya and Xia Lei.
Whatever he worries about becomes reality.
Many of the refugees who came out of White Pearl shed tears of excitement. Xia Lei was back, which meant everything to them.
Accompanied by a group of guards, Gemolovich came to Xia Lei and coughed, "Mr. .”
Only then did Zaya and Yusna let go of Xia Lei and stood obediently behind Xia Lei. Their faces were red and hot, but covered by black veils, only they knew it and no one else could see it.
Xia Lei said calmly: "I am more willing to accept a sincere apology. Let's build a temporary settlement for these refugees."
"This..." Gmolovich looked embarrassed.
Xia Lei said: "I will pay for all the expenses."
Gmolovich then smiled and said, "There is absolutely no problem with this."
Xia Lei walked to Gmolovich's side and leaned into his ear, "I know it was you who gave the order, and I also believe that your people will shoot. You should be grateful for your good luck. If you If someone shoots you, I will kill you. Don't doubt my determination, I never lack the determination to kill."
Gmolovich nodded without raising his head... (.)