Boss, please sign for it.

The next morning, Wenrou and Qin Qingtian had breakfast in a small hotel, said goodbye to their boss and were about to leave.

Boss: "Aren't you waiting for that beautiful woman?"

Wenrou: "We are not together."

Boss: Okay, okay! What a pity that such a beautiful girl will be tortured to death in a military camp?

The two bought some packaged food in the town and continued north, crossing the town of Kra.

Just outside the town of Kara is the defensive line of government troops.

The government's defense line was not tight, with only three or four soldiers on duty.

Seeing Wen Rou and the others coming over, they shouted to let them go back and not to cross the confrontation line.

Prohibiting civilian personnel exchanges can also reduce the supply of personnel to the opposition.

Qin Qingtian directly weighed in his wealth and knocked several soldiers unconscious.

The two men strutted across the confrontation line and continued north.

After walking for an hour, a dilapidated village appeared. There were frequent conflicts here and no one lived in the village.

Next to the dilapidated old house is a leafless tree.

The ruined, gray-yellow-black village has a bright color on the big tree.

The mermaid was wearing an emerald green skirt, sitting on the tree, swinging her bare feet, with black hair and a pink face.

The fish is on the tree.

Wenrou sat on the stone under the tree, took out the water bottle and took a sip.

The mermaid raised a bundle of beautiful knives in her hand and said, "I didn't expect that this place is so poor, but the officer still has so much cash."

Wenrou rubbed her sore face and said, "Killed by you?"

The mermaid said: "Of course, why are you keeping it?" Wenrou felt that her brain hurt a little, but after all, mermaids are not human beings, and they have their own rules of survival.

The mermaid jumped down from the tree and said: "There is a place called Mosuo ahead, which is the settlement of the Good Time Organization. I heard the officer say that Good Time is an organization that likes to draw pie for its followers, and every day Organize a meeting for followers to talk about the good life they can give.”

Lies are told over and over again, and sometimes they are taken seriously.

Afnan must have listened to the cake drawn by his brother over and over again, and finally became convinced of it. He went from living in Dagema, which was gradually returning to normal, to come to such a remote and war-torn place.

A few people took a short rest and continued heading north to look for Mo Suo.

The north of Xuya is very dry. The civil war occurred because of many years of drought in the north. Originally, the harvest here was very good and it was Xu Ya's granary. However, due to years of drought, the people here not only had no income, but also could not even guarantee food and clothing, resulting in a large number of refugees.

Ten years after the civil war, the drought here does not seem to have eased much.

Perhaps because of spring, everything is gray and yellow.

“I don’t know what these opposition groups want to do when they gather in this poor place.”

"Maybe there are oil resources here." Qin Qingtian said.

Wen Rou shook her head: "Although Xu Ya is an Arab country, its oil resources are not rich."

At noon, the three finally saw the traces of human activities.

Some men and women dressed in dirty clothes walked in one direction.

Wenrou and the other three also followed these people.

Wenrou communicated with these people in English: "Where are you going?"

These people were also surprised when they saw Wenrou, the three strangers: "There are still Chinese people in Xu Ya?"

Wenrou: "We are foreign correspondents and understand the living conditions of the people in Xuya."