West Africa, a village that has been turned into ruins. This is the Pamir wasteland close to the Great Jin Empire. It has been attacked by war all year round. The Pamir tribe who lives here is extremely miserable...

In the wind and sand, three figures wearing monk suits were moving forward. They saw an old man lying on the side of the road. Yue Wuque stepped forward and squatted down, pinched the old man's face hard. After the latter let out a scream of pain, he slowly opened his eyes. Xiao Budian hurriedly fed him water.

Han Yue looked at the old man, his hair and beard were white, his eyes were vicissitudes, and he was wearing glasses. He should be a wise old man and would also know some news. He looked very weak. If they passed by later, they could dig a hole...

After drinking the water, the old man recovered a little and said gratefully: "Thank you, thank you for saving me."

Yue Wuque was more skillful and said in Xingluo's words: "We don't understand what you said, we are not Pamirs."

The old man also changed to Xingluo and said, "I want to say thank you."

"You can speak Xingluo?"

The old man nodded and said slowly: "When I was young, I went to many places and learned a lot of languages."

Xiao Budian asked with concern: "Why did you faint? Are you sick?"

"I'm just hungry."

"We have food." Xiaobudian was very enthusiastic and immediately took out the dry food.

"Thank you."

Yue Wuque introduced himself: "My name is Yue Wuque, what do you call him?"

The old man had a good teeth and quickly finished a pouch cake. After resting for a while, he barely stood up on a crutch and said, "You can call me Lao Bam."

"How come you fainted on the roadside alone?"

Old Bam said helplessly: "My family is dead. I want to go to the refugee camp, but I fainted from hunger before I could survive. Thank you again. I am going to rush to the road, otherwise it will be dark and there will be wolves here at night."

"Let's send you?" Xiao Budian supported the old man: "Can you leave?"

"Can."

Yue Wuque picked up the old man's luggage bag casually and found it was very heavy. He asked, "Old Bam, your bag is so heavy, does it contain gold?"

Old Bam smiled dryly and said, "This is some equipment I picked up on the road. It may seem useful, so I stayed."

"equipment?"

Yue Wuque opened Old Bam's big bag in surprise and found that it was filled with a micro-shaped satellite radio station. Han Yue, who was silent next to him, had a flash of light in his eyes. This old man was not an ordinary person.

"This seems to be a radio station?"

Old Bam was vague: "I don't know, I picked it up on the road."

Yue Wuque took out an iron can that looked like a high-explosive hand thunder and asked curiously: "What is this?"

"It seems like **?" Xiao Budian wanted to take it over and take a look, but he pulled off the pull ring, and smoke came out of the iron can. Yue Wuque blinked cutely, and it was smoking, very unlucky...

Old Bam was so scared that his face was bloodless and exclaimed: "Take it out quickly, this is a homemade thunder."

Hand thunder?

Yue Wuque was so scared that his face turned pale. He threw out the thunder in his hand and happened to throw it on a pile of cow pen dung twenty meters away.

Four people lie down on the spot, boom!

The thunder in his hand was opened, and the power was quite strong. A pile of cow dung was blown away, and the flying was filled with splashed dung. The dung danced all over the sky, which was spectacular!

Yue Wuque had a look of remembrance. I remember that when he was a child, he and Han Yue often used ** to fry cow dung on the ranch, which was so exciting that they were dying. Once, my uncle inspected the farm and saw a pile of cow dung smoking on the roadside. My uncle was very surprised. Why did the cow dung smoke? So he curiously went up to check it out, and then he was blown up with a face of cow dung. My uncle shouted and scolded and chased them. He was really happy at that time.

The uncle who used to treat them well now has turned against them for the sake of the head of the family...

The four lying people got up and shook off all the feces. Yue Wuque asked with lingering fear: "Old Bam, did you really do this?"

Xiao Budian was so scared that his breasts hurt, but he pretended to be calm and said contemptuously: "Look at what you all scared?"

Yue Wuque stepped forward to support the shaky old Bam: "I'll help you go."

"No, no, I can go by myself."

Yue Wuque joked: "I'll help you walk more steadily. Have you ever heard a saying that the old crotch is easy to bump into!"

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The people of Turkestan were fierce, and their ancestors were all horse-backed nations. Etiquette may be lacking. Young people would not care too much about their properness when talking to the elderly. Turkestans also respect the elderly and love the young, but they did not put it in their mouths, but in their hearts and in their actual actions.

Old Bam is old and likes to talk, and continues to introduce villages along the way that have turned into ruins along the way. At that time, the oil industry was just starting out. Everyone was poor, but they were very content and happy. As oil became the most important resource, they became richer and richer, but everyone became more and more dissatisfied, and intrigue, and finally the war broke out...

War destroyed everything, and they who were once rich became penniless.

Old Bam also introduced himself during a chat. He claimed to be a teacher and lived in a small town dozens of kilometers away. Due to war famine, there was no one in the town.

Old Bam was already seventy years old and only returned to the town ten years ago. At that time, the town had not been affected by the war, so he could still teach in the town. Later, the town was swallowed up by the war, and his family all died in the war.

The regime that previously controlled this area, in order to prevent riots and implemented high-pressure policies, eventually aroused the anger of the people, and a large-scale riot occurred. In the end, the people organized into guerrillas, and the two sides exchanged fire, and other forces took advantage of the situation and eventually turned into a melee, which resulted in the survival of the people in this area becoming more straitorous.

Han Yue, who had never spoken from beginning to end, suddenly spoke, "I didn't expect that you are Master Bassham, so coincidental, right?"

Old Bam looked a little panicked and pretended to be stupid: "Who is Bassham?"

"Bassham is the greatest physical and mechanical scientist of the Pamir family in modern times. He originally worked for the St. Grey Nuclear Power Company. After retirement, he returned to his hometown of Pamir." Han Yue carefully identified Old Bam and sighed: "Your appearance is really changed a lot from before retirement."

Old Bam couldn't hide it and sighed, "Are you here to find me? How do you know I'm here?"

"The elderly like to return to their roots when you were born here."

"Why are you looking for me?"

Han Yue said sincerely: "We need a respected consultant to study nuclear energy projects and mechanical equipment."

Old Bam declined, "I am old and I don't have the ability to work for you anymore."

Yue Wuque looked calm and bowed and asked, "Please help us, we want to develop nuclear weapons, I want to stop this endless war in West Africa."

Old Bam looked at the three benefactors who had saved his lives, and his eyes gradually became softer. He was old. If he could stop the war in West Africa, he might leave his own mark in history. The most important thing was that he wanted to see peace restored in the Pamir region...
Chapter completed!