2041: C2041 Return from dawn

C2041 Return from dawn

Dawn appeared in the distant eastern horizon, a streak of white, a streak of golden light. The land was still shrouded in darkness, but people could already see the light of dawn.

Russian military base on the outskirts of Aleppo.

Thousands of refugees knelt on the ground and prayed to the gods of their faith. They were poor, they didn't even have a blanket to protect themselves from the cold, but there was bound to be a prayer mat under their feet. Every Arab, poor or rich, has a prayer mat.

All the Arabs here are praying for a single person, their prophet, Summer Rebirth. For what seemed like the first time in thousands of years, they prayed for a Chinese.

In the temporary headquarters, Gmolovich looked at the refugees from Aleppo, who were praying. His brows were slightly knitted, and he seemed to have something on his mind.

"General, dawn has arrived." One of the aide-de-camp said, "There's still no news from Xia Sheng's rebirth, I think he's already ?"

Gmolovic said, "Do you think he was killed by the Americans?"

The aide nodded. "Yes, last night, the U.S. Ninth Fleet deployed almost all of the available fighter jets and bombers, and also fired off their battle-ax patrols. Missiles, that level of bombardment, no one can survive, not even supernatural super heroes. "

"You're also looking at American superheroes?"

The adjutant was stunned: "Look."

Gmolovic said, "I love it too. Who doesn't love America? "Hahaha."

The aide was stunned by Gmolovich's strange reaction. He braced himself and said, "General, let's assume that Xia Rebirth was killed in the explosion. What should we do with the refugees? And the materials left behind by Xia Rebirth? "

Gmolovich said, "If that magic boy died, why would we keep these refugees? Thousands of people want to eat and drink, let them leave this place. " After a pause, he said, "As for the materials, by the way, what do you mean by materials?"

The aide's face broke into a smile. "I understand. I will immediately send people to chase those refugees away."

"I'll go myself." He turned away and walked to the door.

The aide quickly followed, "General, last night the Americans did not even greet us. They were not afraid of our planes taking off and fighting them. The Kremlin has called to inquire about what happened last night, how should this report be written? "

Gmolovic said, "Just write it as it is. Our radar has indeed found American troops, but do we really have to start a war with dozens of Hornet's Nest and F35? No one wants to fight. The Americans have our minds. "

"I see." said the aide.

"As for what you said about the Americans going crazy, I was thinking that if we faced such an opponent, we would go crazy too." A intriguing smile appeared on Gmolovich's face. "If we were to operate it, it might not have been a solid fuel bomb that was dropped last night. It would have been a nuclear bomb instead."

On a runway.

Yusna and Zaiya climbed up from their prayer mat and looked in the direction of Aleppo with eager eyes. In their line of sight, the city that was famous for its whiteness had already turned gray.

"The sky is already bright. Why hasn't he come back yet?" Yusna's heart was filled with worry.

Zaiya said, "He is the prophet that God sent to save us. He will be fine. He is God, and God has blessed him, and he will be all right. "

Although she said this, and recalled the terrifying bombardment last night, she didn't have the slightest bit of confidence in herself.

"How about we go to the White Pearl to find him? Zaiya, are you willing to go with me?" Yusna looked at Zaiya, her eyes filled with anticipation.

Zaiya hesitated for a moment, then nodded his head, "We have to leave this base quietly. If your uncle discovers us, he would definitely stop us."

"It's settled. Let's go pack up and bring that gun with us." Yusna said.

At that moment, a commotion broke out at the other end of the runway. A large number of Russian soldiers ran over with guns in their hands. The Aleppo refugees were forced to retreat. Some of them fell, were stepped on, and let out wails of pain. In the blink of an eye, the peaceful scene of the end of the prayer had turned chaotic.

"What happened?" Yusna stared closely in that direction.

"Let's go take a look." Zaiya said.

The sudden change led the two Arab girls to put their secret plans behind them. They came to the place where the riots had taken place and found Sarahir in the center of the conflict.

Sarahir is arguing with a Russian officer. "Are we chasing us away? This was Syria's territory, and so was this airport! Our ancestors have lived here for generations, so you have no right to chase us away. "

"We have signed an agreement with your government. We are in charge of this base. We have the authority to have you leave." "Don't make any more trouble, I'm warning you one last time, or we'll fire!"

Behind him, Russian soldiers raised their guns.

"Then give us our supplies! We'll leave this place. " Salah said.

"Material?" What kind of supplies? " the Russian officer asked.

"It's the material left by Mister Xia!" "Don't tell me you want to deny it? We know that the supplies are in the truck! "

The Russian officer did not explain. Instead, he turned his head in a certain direction.

It was in that direction, protected by a group of guards.

"Let them see our determination."

This is a very clear instruction.

The Russian officer then shouted, "Prepare to fire!"

Zaiya and Yusna rushed to the front of the crowd, blocking in front of Sala Hei.

"What do you want?" Zaiya said angrily: "This is Syria! Standing in front of you are Syrian refugees! "

Yusna said angrily: We are the guild leaders of the Rescue Institute, we know the existence of that batch of supplies, we have already paid for it, you told us to leave so we could leave, but you have to give us the supplies, otherwise how are we going to survive?

"That's your problem, it has nothing to do with us." The Russian officer's face was cold, "Last warning, leave this place immediately or you will fire. Do not doubt our resolve, the Russians never lack the courage to shoot. "

Yusna still had something to say, but Sala Hei pulled her back, "Say no more, let's go."

"But, Uncle ?" Yusna was not satisfied.

Sarahir spat on the ground. "Don't you understand? These guys thought that Mr. Xia had been killed by the explosion and wanted to devour the goods. They only have money in their eyes. They don't care if we refugees live or die. Let's leave this place first and think of a way later. "

"Thousands of people want to eat and drink, and some are sick. What can we do?" Zaiya said, "This place is 300 kilometers away from Damascus, we can't even get there. Even if we get there, we will still need food and water."

He said he would think of a way, but there was nothing he could do.

Grief spread among the refugees. Yesterday, they had obtained hope. Overnight, their hopes were dashed once more.

Zaiya and Yusna's eyes were filled with tears. Not only did they care about the suffering of these refugees, they were also worried about Xia Lei's safety.

The Russian officer raised his hand.

It was an order to fire, and once his hand came down, the Russian soldiers behind him would fire.

If they left this place, it would be tantamount to losing their food, water, and essential medicines. They would also become the targets of the terrorists. But if they stayed, they would soon face the Russian bullets. There were two paths. One was a path of death, and the other was a path of death.

However, at this moment, a voice suddenly came crashing over like thunder, "Whoever shoots the gun will die!"

This voice was Xia Lei's, and he used Russian.

This sound caused one's ears to buzz.

Everyone's attention was focused on that figure.

In the golden dawn, a thin figure was walking towards them from the direction of the base's entrance.0

"It's a prophet!"

"It's Mr Xia!"

Some shouted his name, some shouted their Prophet's name, but no matter what it was, the respect and love they gave Xia Lei was from the bottom of their hearts.

The Russian commanding officer subconsciously looked at Gmolovic.

"Bastard! Who asked you to raise your gun, put it down! You fools, what have you done? Who gave the order? I want to deal with him! "

The Russian officer in command of the eviction operation had a dazed look on his face. He had an unspoken sentence in his heart. Wasn't it your order?

Zaiya and Yusna had already thrown Saracen down and rushed towards Xia Lei. Under the black robe, the surging waves were rippling and rippling.

Xia Lei suddenly stopped and revealed a strange expression, "Don't hug me, don't hug me together. "If someone took a picture and uploaded it to the internet, and then the women at home saw it, then..."

Xiaoqian's voice suddenly came out, "Rest assured Master, I've already deleted a lot of news about you."

Xia Lei, "..."

Zaiya opened her arms and hugged Xia Lei.

Yusna opened her arms and hugged both Zaiya and Xia Lei.

What he was worried about became reality.

Many of the refugees who came out with white pearls shed tears of excitement. Since Xia Lei was back, this meant everything to them.

Under the escort of a group of guards, Gmolovi? arrived in front of Xia Lei and coughed, "Mr. Xia, it was a misunderstanding. I don't know which idiot gave the order to kick you out, but I immediately came back to stop you. "

Only then did Zaiya and Yusna let go of Xia Lei, and obediently stood behind Xia Lei. Their faces were red and hot, but there was a black veil covering them, and only they themselves knew that no one else could see them.

Xia Lei said indifferently: "I am more willing to accept sincere apologies. How about this, let's build a temporary shelter for these refugees."

"This ?" Gmolovic looked troubled.

Xia Lei said: "I will pay for all the expenses."

"No problem at all."

Xia Lei walked up to Gmolovich and whispered in his ear, "I know that you gave the order, and I also believe that your men would shoot. You should be grateful for your good luck. If your men shoot, I'll kill you. Do not doubt my determination. I have never lacked the will to kill. "

Gmolovic nodded and did not lift his head.

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