Chapter 72 shadows of pakistan

After leaving Iran and just entering the iron gate of Pakistan, all the ladies cheered and took off their headscarves. Facing him was a dirty and dilapidated hut, which was actually where the Immigration Bureau was located.Inside sat a fat old man with a brown skin and a white beard, a bit like a village head in a rural area in mainland China decades ago, who went through the customs clearance procedures for us. There was a piece of cracked glass on the shabby table. There were many photos under the glass, which looked like wanted criminals. When I asked, it really was. On top of the wanted criminal's photo was a photo of a middle-aged woman, which was not like a wanted criminal because of the yellowing. When I asked, it was his wife.

Asking once twice, the relationship is harmonious, and our ladies are still in the excitement of unshackled, no matter what questions the old man asks, they all agree.The men made a joke: how could they call grandpa when they saw White Beard? I know they want to talk about how to be good to the grandmother in the family, but they seem to think it is indecent, so they don't go on.The ladies are not angry at all, still enjoying the happiness of a free woman, but behind their swaying shoulders, I see the pictures of wanted criminals all over the wall. The old man signed a word on our passport, wrote the date, and then stamped a triangular stamp.In fact, we are playing with the triangular chapter. He wants to go over and finish one, and then put it back to the original place for us to continue playing.In less than a few minutes, all the formalities were over, which was a world of difference compared to our previous customs clearance in other countries.

Walking out of the hut, we met Mr. Wu Jianguo who flew from Tehran to Pakistan a few days ago to make a stop. He picked us up at the border. We were about to say hello, but we were stunned because there were two soldiers with guns standing next to him. The uniform of the Pakistani soldiers is a skirt, which is slightly darker than the soil, and rather worn out, as if they just came back from the battlefield, without any pretensions.When Wu Jianguo turned around, they also turned around, and when Wu Jianguo took a step forward, they also took a step forward.We didn't expect Wu Jianguo to be like this after a few days of absence, but his brother took off his sunglasses and explained to us that the road was really unsafe, and the Pakistan Information Bureau asked the army to send him, and he even followed me to the bathroom.he said proudly.

Hearing what he said, we couldn't help laughing, and said: Then you should pick and choose.It turned out that one of the two soldiers was severely cross-eyed. I wonder if he aimed his gun at the person he wanted to protect. Wu Jianguo quickly said: Don't just look at this one, the situation in the country is tense and the military is insufficient, so it has to be matched.Look at this other one, although it is not as good, but it has eliminated twelve enemies.The soldier next to him knew that his chief was talking about him, so he immediately raised his chest in a mighty gesture. After that, we tried our best to send Wu Jianguo back and forth, so that we could see the interesting scene of the two soldiers running around with him.In contrast, the cross-eyed man was more considerate, probably because he had not done any crime yet.

Suddenly we became frightened, thinking that if someone punched Wu Jianguo hard on the shoulder, Cross-eyed would probably shoot him.He is already very vigilant now, thinking that our group of suspicious people has no right to make a fuss in front of his chief. After entering Pakistan, we rushed to a small city called Quetta.The distance is more than 700 kilometers, and we have to arrive at least around 1 o'clock in the morning. According to Dr. Mansour, this road is more dangerous than the Zahedan area because it is close to Afghanistan. At least it has passed the Golden Triangle of Myanmar. It is currently the most road in the world that cannot be walked at night.

But we have no choice, it is impossible to wait until tomorrow, we can only walk at night.The reason is simple, the border cannot be stopped, and from the border to Quetta, there is no safe place to rest, so we can only hurry. The sense of danger was indeed stronger than the rush at night in the previous two days.This feeling does not come from the desert, on the contrary, it comes from the traces of people. There are broken walls and broken houses on the roadside from time to time, and there are occasional flashes of fire in the broken houses. After a while, two men with guns stood up at the intersection. Who were they?Is it the police?But they were deliberately creepy by not looking at us, the only moving thing in the middle of nowhere.

Looking around nervously, Ma Dali of our No. 1 car called through the intercom: Someone is shining a flashlight on us at the turn of the valley on the right, please pay attention!Please note!We looked to the right, and there was indeed a flashlight, but it went out suddenly. Another call from Yuan Bai from the No. 5 car came from the intercom: There is a car following our convoy, and it won’t leave, what should we do? There are two black objects on the side of the road ahead, and when the headlights shine, they are two charred car shells.After walking for a while, three people squatted under a stone ridge.There is no village in front of this place, no shop in the back, what are they squatting here for?

Strangely enough, a brand-new car laying on the side of the road appeared in front of it, the lights were still on, and there were several figures.As soon as our hearts tightened, it seemed that we would definitely encounter trouble, so we could only grit our teeth and rush over.However, something unexpected happened.Before we had time to rush, we only heard an earth-shattering loud noise, and the wheel of car No. 5 burst.The sound of the wheels exploding to such an extent, I think, is related to the fact that everyone's auditory nerves are already too sensitive.The partners of the other four cars came to their senses and of course stopped the car.This posture made the car on the road nervous, and immediately started to leave.I think whether the car is good or evil, our state of stopping suddenly after a loud noise and seeming to surround it is too much like a gang of gangsters.

While we were changing the tires, two men with guns came up and shook hands with us.I looked up and saw two old men, their military uniforms were very old, and the bullet belts around their waists were even more torn. It turns out that such an old man is guarding the most dangerous area in the world?I silently watched these two old people who looked like old tree roots in the desert from their faces to their clothes, walking towards the desert.They don't have a post, let alone a mobile phone, so what's the use if something happens? I believe that our convoy must have encountered several groups of unscrupulous people tonight, because I can't think of a reason for so many suspicious people wandering in the thousands of miles of desert.But we jumped over, the only reason is that they couldn't quickly judge the function, source and strength of such a jeep team, and the huge phoenix rotating logo on the car body was so weird.

Arriving in Quetta at midnight, the whole town was full of military posts, and there was not a single ordinary person to be found. Except for getting a boiled egg from Dr. Mansour in the morning, I haven't eaten lunch or dinner, but I'm so hungry that no one wants to move anymore. December 2, 1999, Quetta, Pakistan, overnight at Serna Hotel