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The action of the major commander successfully attracted the attention of a lieutenant next to him, and when faced with the lieutenant’s question, the major only tore off the page of paper on which he had written it after writing it. .

"My name and home address."

"Name and home address?" The eyes of the lieutenant who came to join in the fun were puzzled."What are you writing about?"

"Have you heard the rumors that some troops in the world will take the nameplates on the soldiers who fought with them and were killed by them?"

"Uh... I have heard of it..."

"I'm not sure if our enemy this time is also the kind of guy who likes to pick people's nameplates." The major folded the torn paper and put it on the ground for the time being, and soon turned his notebook in his hand. The lieutenant who came up by his side handed it over."You either?"

The lieutenant’s eyebrows tangled, and immediately took over the book and learned from the previous behavior of the major and wrote his home address on the paper, and with his action, the soldiers all around seemed to join in the fun. They approached like the major and lieutenant.

Wang Yue, who followed the group of people to join in the fun, got two pieces of paper. After he gave one of them to Lin Yang who was still choking, he sat beside Lin Yang and took out a pen to write.

"This waterproof paper... doesn't seem to be very suitable for writing."

"Make do with it, in order to prevent the group of poor guys out there who can't afford to wear our clothes and equipment after we die, this paper will have to be in our mouth after we finish writing.

You don't want your saliva to blur the home address you wrote on it, and let the organization tell you that there will be no way to help you find your family for a while after your death, right?

So I say~ Write as soon as you want, don't complain when time is running out."

While talking, Wang Yue had already written his home address on the waterproof paper he had allocated. After writing his name and home address, he took the time to write a few words under his name and home address. A last word sent to the family.

At this time, Lin Yang, who was still asking why the paper was waterproof, couldn't help but drop the pen in his hand on the paper that was not suitable for writing.

"Have you finished writing?" Just as Lin Yang, who was writing the slowest, stopped writing as the last one, the major who was waiting for everyone to finish looked at his watch.

At the same time, after discovering that everyone on the scene had stopped all their movements and moved their gazes to him, the highest leader of the scene, in a unified and tacit understanding, he then used the 81-1 as a support and slowly moved from the ground. Stood up

When he stood up, he turned his head and glanced at the front line that was only two hundred steps away from them. In the ten minutes or so, he was found to be replaced by the comrades who helped them withstand the group of drugged terrorists outside. After less than fifteen people were left, he picked up the piece in his hand that had been folded into a small piece by himself, and bit the waterproof paper with his home address on his mouth.

"Get up, it's time for us."

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Everyone, happy barbecue festival~ By the way, do any of you want to go to the street to play flamethrower with Lao?

Chapter 489: An anonymous village on the outskirts of Damascus

Run...run...

Like running forward desperately...

The only thing that makes Hitomi Hoshino thankful is that she is not running with her feet during the twenty to thirty kilometers.

Carrying her, Kalashnikov, who followed the hundreds of people all the way forward, breathed out from the mouth of Kalashnikov, and the faces of the soldiers guarding her also showed fatigue.

During the bumpy process, Hitomi Hoshino, who was carried by Kalashnikov on his back, wrapped his hands around the neck of the woman who was already his maid, turned his head and looked back.

It was discovered that during this walking retreat, the first half of the Tianchao old man who was also required to evacuate the airport with the troops on foot, had already crawled on the back of a Tianchao soldier with a weak appearance. The diplomats sent to Syria by the Russian government who came with her this time also look exhausted.

There are many villages around Damascus, and in the war years of this country, there is no doubt that these villages have completely changed from the peaceful and peaceful place before the war into a mixed place.

Taking into account everyone, mainly because of the limited physical strength of the administrative staff such as Hitomi Hoshino, after arriving in a village about 30 kilometers away from Damascus Airport, they were responsible for protecting the representatives of the three countries including Hitomi Hoshino. The temporarily mixed escort troops had no choice but to temporarily stop the steps that continued to the back.

Without any communication equipment and transportation, he walked directly into this place, which was more like a ruin or a refugee camp than a village.

"Give something to eat!" "Give something to eat!" "All right! My sister hasn't eaten for several days!" "Just a can! Can I have a can? Please!"

The moment he walked into the village, countless children wearing worn-out clothes, and some children who didn't even have shoes, all headed towards Hitomi Hoshino. These hundreds of people gathered together.

Many of them had a dirty broken bowl in their hands. Some didn't even have a broken bowl. They had to take a simple self-made container cut from the middle part of a large plastic bottle, and some had no empty hands.

They just gathered in spite of the danger, and begged the soldiers who were escorting Hitomi Hoshino and the representatives of the Three Kingdoms who came here, as if they were not afraid of the handle in the hands of the soldiers. A black automatic rifle.

"what happened?"

A Russian official in the delegation of the three countries, after seeing these children approaching himself and others, couldn't help but with a slightly confused expression, asked a Syrian officer beside him.

As for the Syrian army officer, he just glanced slightly at the children who still wanted to rush to the middle of the team to escort the begging children of the three-nation delegation even though the escort soldiers outside the team were obstructed. After a glance, it looked like It was a strange answer to the Russian official of the three-nation delegation.

"Basically, they are war orphans, who are short of water and food on weekdays. After seeing foreigners like us, they will be surrounded to eat like they are now. This is a very common thing in Syria. ."

"Didn't your Syrian government want to solve this problem? Obviously in 2016, Damascus was already taken back by your Syrian government army, right?"

Russian government officials’ inquiries to the Syrian diplomat successfully evoked the curiosity of Hitomi Hoshino, who was walking not far from them by Kalashnikov. However, facing Hitomi Hoshino’s problem, the Syrian non-commissioned officer remained the same. He just shrugged his shoulders indifferently at the Japanese Prime Minister who was desperately protecting him and was about to change their country.

"What about taking it back? As long as the war is not over, our country will not be able to achieve effective development in economic and trade. Although our President Barsha Assad is now working hard to resolve issues concerning our government in Syria. The food, clothing, and housing problems of the people in the control areas have gone.

But before this war is over, there will always be refugees and war orphans from all over the country that will continue to flow into non-war zones.The government just wants to manage it, and it will not be possible to arrange everything for a while, and then this is what you see now..."

Perhaps considering the identity of Hitomi Hoshino, the Syrian non-commissioned officer, when faced with Hitomi Hoshino's question, rarely brought honorary words to the Japanese prime minister who was going to help their country.

It's just that his respect did not make Hoshino Hitomi's face appear to be used.

This Miss Prime Minister, who was lying on her maid’s back, after hearing the response of the non-commissioned officer, once again cast her eyes on those who were blocked by the soldiers outside the team, and came to find what she and others wanted to eat. The children.

The pink eyes were also replaced with a look that made it hard to guess.

"Miss Prime Minister, you won't be sympathetic to these little guys?"

Seeing Hitomi Hoshino focusing his eyes on the children who were blocked from the outside of the team, the person who had previously answered Hitomi Hoshino’s question, could not help but said this to Hitomi Hoshino like a lot .

"Any questions?"

"Is there any problem, but I advise you, it's okay to have pity and sympathy for them in your heart, but don't think about contacting them now."

"Why?" Hitomi Hoshino asked puzzledly.

"Because they have already done everything because of the hunger and poverty brought about by the war. The rebels and IS often take advantage of this. They only need a small military can, or some water and food. Will help those damn bastards act as scouts and eyeliners, and some will even take the initiative to take on the work of body bombs and assassins.

You are the head of a country, and its importance is undisputed for us in Syria as a whole. It is no exaggeration to say that your safety represents not only our Syria and Japan, but also the three East Asian countries including Russia. The friendship also represents the future of this country.

So for your safety and for the future of Syria, I will never allow you to have any close contact with these children because of sympathy."

The Syrian non-commissioned officer who was in charge of protecting the satellite and the representatives of the three-nation delegation said to Hitomi Hoshino in such a ruthless but reasonable manner.

Hoshino Hitomi, who was not the Virgin, did not have any comments or rebuttals on the statement made by the Syrian officer who kindly reminded her like a so-called good person who was so kind and disgusting.

However, her gaze is still fixed on these, being blocked by the children outside the team by China, Syria, and even some Russian officers.

Silently looked at their urgent and depressed appearance, as well as the eyes with a little tear.

Until I saw this small village on the edge of Damascus, the village chief who was responsible for helping the government to manage the village was considered a decent village head in the whole village.

Chapter 490 Shania and Gani