82: Looking at each other

"Uncle Chao, don't worry!"

...

Tuhachi is a place full of legendary color, often jokingly called 'the world's husky, the Tuhachi among countries'.

Whether it's its policies or economic situation, it's always surprising.

The people here live tenaciously in such an environment, showing strong adaptability.

To the north of Tuhachi is a small country within the Bear Country, Georgia.

Although this country is not large in area, it has produced many famous figures.

Above it is a region famous for its special forces, the Chechen Republic of Ichkeria. The name Chechen Republic of Ichkeria is widely known here, describing his swift and decisive action when carrying out missions.

At this moment, in the border area between the two countries, two refrigerated trucks were slowly approaching.

A sentry holding a rifle dragged an obstacle filled with iron spikes to the center of the road, signaling the vehicles to stop.

The driver's side window rolled down, and a driver with a full beard poked his head out, a friendly smile on his face.

"Comrade, is there something wrong?"

The sentry stared at the driver expressionlessly.

"We are currently under martial law, all vehicles are prohibited from passing."

The driver quickly pulled a hundred-ruble banknote from his wallet and quietly handed it to the sentry.

In that era, the monthly income of an ordinary Bear Country citizen was only about two hundred rubles, making this banknote quite substantial.

"Comrade, can you make an exception?

My truck is full of fresh frozen lamb, it can't be delayed too long."

"If I can't deliver it today, this trip will be wasted."

The sentry looked at the money in his hand, and his expression softened slightly.

He naturally put the money away, then bent down to check the bottom of the refrigerated truck, and after confirming there was no one, he said, "Open the door."

The bearded driver quickly ran to the back of the truck and opened the door.

The soldier immediately leaned in to look, only to see the truck filled with frozen lamb and lamb legs, nothing else.

Only then did his vigilance relax slightly.

After all, a refrigerated truck is not a place to hide people; a slight mistake could lead to death.

Therefore, he only needed to confirm it.

"Alright, this time it's fine."

He said, and began gesturing to the other soldiers to move the road obstacle.

"Great, thank you, Officer!"

A smile appeared on the bearded driver's face.

However, just at this moment, a voice interrupted everything: "Wait a moment."

Although the voice was not loud, it made that soldier tremble involuntarily.

He saw a burly officer with a beard reaching his chest walk out of the small house by the road.

This bearded officer, who was called Captain, walked up to the soldier and looked at him coldly.

In just an instant, cold sweat broke out on the soldier's forehead.

"C-Captain..."

the soldier said tremblingly.

The Captain snorted, turned and walked towards the refrigerated truck, slapped the side of the truck with his large hand, then put his ear close to listen.

"How can a refrigerated truck loaded with lamb have sounds of talking?"

Hearing this, the soldier nearby immediately raised his rifle and pointed it at the truck driver.

"You dare to deceive me?"

The driver, scared, quickly defended himself: "Officer, you might have misheard, this is all frozen lamb, if you don't believe me, look."

The surrounding soldiers had already gathered, nervously staring at the refrigerated truck, ready to deal with any sudden situation.

The driver nervously wiped his sweat, pointing at the frozen lamb blocks inside the truck, trying to prove his innocence.

"You might have misheard."

Basayev sneered, glanced sideways at the driver, then leaped onto the truck bed.

His cold gaze swept over the piled frozen lamb, and he kicked them aside until the wall panel behind was revealed.

Looking around, there seemed to be only those frozen meat blocks inside the truck bed.

Suddenly, he stepped back a few steps, stopping at the entrance of the truck bed, as if measuring something.

"Why does the space in this truck bed feel a bit less?"

"Huh?"

He turned his head to look at the driver, his eyes revealing coldness.

Facing the interrogation, the driver felt a chill, and his legs trembled involuntarily.

"O-Officer, you might have seen wrong, it's impossible."

Basayev said no more, pulled out a knife from his waist, and directly stabbed the wall of the truck bed.

Strangely, the knife went directly through the wall, with only the handle remaining outside.

It turned out that the wall was just a layer of foam board with a layer of metal foil attached to the surface.

"Ah!"

A woman's scream came from behind the 'wall'.

"Hmph! Drag the people inside out for me!"

"Yes, Captain!"

Several soldiers rushed forward, smashing the foam wall with a few blows from their rifle butts, revealing the secret behind it.

Screams rang out inside the truck compartment.

Basayev didn't look back, jumped off the truck, his face gloomy.

He grabbed the driver's hair and dragged him to the empty space nearby like an object.

Soon, seven or eight old and young men and women wearing thick cotton clothes walked out of the refrigerated truck bed, driven by the soldiers.

One of the women was holding a Little girl in her arms.

They were brought to the empty space where the driver was, lined up in a row, and fear was written all over everyone's faces.

"Kadeyafu."

Basayev ordered.

"Yes, Officer!"

A young soldier responded and stepped forward.

"Ask them the purpose of coming here."

"Yes, Officer!"

This young soldier walked up to the group of terrified people and asked in russian:

"Where are you from?

What are you doing here?

What is your purpose?"

Those few people looked at each other, their eyes full of confusion, clearly not understanding what he was saying.

...

He repeated it fluently in English, followed by aka bo language, demonstrating his multilingual ability.

After he finished speaking in aka bo language, a glimmer of light flashed in the eyes of the people opposite.

One of them, a man who looked to be around thirty or forty with small eyes, looked around, found no one responding, and spoke: 'Officer, we are from Iraq.'

'There are constant wars there, business is difficult to do, we really can't live anymore, so we want to come here to seek peace.'

In the nineties, there were two major powers in the world, often referred to as the 'Bear' and the 'Eagle'.

Since their hometown was being attacked by the 'Eagle', they planned to sneak into the 'Bear''s territory to survive.

Their idea was not difficult to understand, but they obviously didn't expect that the time they chose to sneak in coincided with a period of political turmoil within the 'Bear', with all regions in a state of tension.

After understanding the situation, he turned and ran towards Basayev.

"Reporting, Officer, they are just refugees who fled from Iraq."

"Should we send them to the police station?"

Basayev looked at him coldly, not answering.

His cold and sharp gaze made the other person swallow involuntarily.