"Yes, they have guns, they don't dare. They have to run now, they will leave the day after tomorrow, we leave, tie up bombs and leave. We will run tomorrow night, if we don't run, we will die. Wait..." Tevezya said excitedly throughout the whole process, He pulled another villager from Jistan and said, "He, help us, run."

The villagers from the country of Jistan in the village bowed their heads first, said a few words of blessing, raised their feet to the ground and swept away the weeds and debris, and picked up a grass pole to the dusty Draw the ground.

He drew a route that would allow the white cranes and the weaving sparrows to escape. After they got out from here, they ran on a small mountain road to the left, and ran all the way to the Tianshan Mountains. It was difficult to find them in the Tianshan Mountains, and they could also go to the border. Find the guards.

After painting, he looked up at the Chinese who were tied to their country, and said very seriously to Tevisia: "Remember it and help you run. Don't bring anyone here, it's very dangerous and will die."

The meaning is easy to understand. After they escape, don't come back, let alone bring people here. It's too dangerous here, and bringing people here will kill you.

Tavisia immediately translated it to Weaver and White Crane in blunt common words.

When the middle-aged man was drawing the route, the other villagers of Gistan voluntarily stood aside, and there were still people watching at the door.

Bai He wrote down the escape route, and asked Taivesia in a deep voice, "Please help me ask, have any Chinese people been pulled out by them?"

"No, the people from their village were pulled out..." The middle-aged man's voice suddenly became much sadder, and he looked at the villagers of Jistan who helped them escape, "Their relatives, who didn't come back, may have died."

Bai He raised his eyes and saw that the couple who had been praying to Allah to comfort others looked at him with a twinkle in their eyes. After being discovered, the couple's eyes narrowed and they continued to comfort other villagers.

Bai He retracted his gaze, his expression a little cold.

But he did not fully trust the villagers of Jistan. He had been exposed to too many counter-terrorism incidents. He once saw foreign soldiers help a woman with a child. In the end, the three of them were bombed to various body tissues.

I don't believe everyone, but Bai He believed in this middle-aged man from Jistan who was dedicated to helping them escape, because one of the impassable ways he drew was the way they had just entered, and he also drew a line of sky entering the village.

"Can you tell me how many outlaws there are here?" He asked in their language, and the middle-aged man from the country of Gistan suddenly widened his deep eyes.

Tevisia, a middle-aged man from the Chinese Keer ethnic group, was a little excited, he he he... he can speak their language!

"Who are you, who are you." Taivesia was very excited, and his gaze at Baihe became extremely scorching, "Are you the guardians..."

Before he finished speaking, Bai He interrupted softly, "Don't look up, don't stand up, let's talk in a low voice. Sorry, I can't trust everyone. I wonder if there are many extreme outlaws in your country's villages? Even Have you extended your hand out of China?"

Bai He calmly communicated with Taivesia and the middle-aged man from Gistan who helped them escape. The other party was full of sincerity, so he naturally had to show corresponding sincerity to show respect.

The middle-aged man from Jistan country sighed, he sat down against the white crane, and spoke very close, "We have a lot of extreme outlaws here, and they all say they are warriors. There are the most young people, my son once No, he changed later. My brother wasn't and he changed later."

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