Rabbani didn't want to linger here for a moment.
Because the trench was filled with a stench of blood so strong it was nauseating.
He had never seen so much blood even when slaughtering sheep.
Song Heping took the lead, and a few of them ran along the trench.
As they ran, Mist asked, "Song, we're heading west now, but roughly where can we meet up with your people? Do you have any idea?"
Song Heping said, "Once we reach those mountains, then follow the base around to the west side, there will be a narrow valley. After passing through the valley and running for about ten kilometers, turn towards the north, and after more than thirty kilometers, we should be able to reach near Awaz."
Mist was surprised, "How do you manage to find your way without a map?"
Song Heping said, "Direction sense. Haven't you ever tried blind map navigation?"
Mist was stunned, "You guys train for that sort of thing?"
Song Heping sneered, "You don't train for it? Is GPS too convenient for you? We don't have such advanced gadgets. So, during our training, we had to do the most primitive manual operations, identifying and memorizing maps as well as determining directions in different terrains."
He pointed to his head.
"The map's all in here."
Mist found it inconceivable, "How is that possible?"
In his view, even the most primitive manual methods needed at least a map and a compass, didn't they?
And Song Heping had memorized the map in his brain?
How did he do that?
Suddenly, he thought Song Heping was rather incredible.
"Why is it impossible?" Song Heping said, "You're just too comfortable with relying on electronic devices, and besides, I said 'roughly reach a certain location,' not 'arrive precisely.'"
Mist was struck dumb, "Are you relying on luck?"
"A little bit of luck, a little bit of skill," Song Heping replied impatiently, "You have so many questions, why don't you lead the way?"
Mist immediately shook his head.
In terms of map reading and memorization, he admitted he was not as good as Song Heping.
To achieve this level, it wasn't just about training hard, but also a certain talent for direction sensing was needed, as well as an extraordinary memory.
Soon, the three of them had reached the end of the trench.
Indeed, there was a narrow valley entrance.
"Amazing..."
This time Mist was convinced.
It was exactly as Song Heping had described.
There really was a valley here.
"Looks like we've escaped danger this time... So, if we pass through the valley and walk a few dozen kilometers to Awaz, will you be able to find your people?"
Song Heping shook his head, "No, but I have arranged for the Persians to wait there, and my people will patrol the air non-stop. As long as they see a helicopter, we'll light some fires, and they'll notice."
"Then what are we waiting for?!"
Mist said, "Let's hurry up. I'm tired of this place and don't want to stay a moment longer."
Having said that, he took the lead and rushed towards the valley.
Perhaps because he was too excited, Mist had lost the caution he should have had at that moment.
No sooner had they rushed to the mouth of the valley than a pickup truck appeared before them.
An armed pickup truck.
This truck was parked just at the entrance of the valley, perfectly hidden from the view of the three men by the mountain.
Mist's rush had taken him right to the front of the valley.
There were people in the pickup, and people under it as well.
From their attire, they were all soldiers of the Revolutionary Brigade.
Perhaps neither side had expected to meet in such a manner here.
After a brief moment of shock, Mist was the first to raise his gun and fire.
After all, it was impossible to hide or retreat now.
There was a distance to run back to the trench, and the machine gunner in the truck could swivel his gun and turn Mist into mincemeat.
Moreover, on the ridge over the trench, there was a patrol unit from the Revolutionary Brigade.
Retreating would only lead to being trapped in a pincer attack, and the outcome would be even worse.
So, the only option was to confront them head-on, to fight to the death!
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