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Chapter 711 China Soaring Rescue Team

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    Before the content of the broadcast was over, the Imam, who was as steady as a eloquent man, began to tremble all over. He raised one hand sharply and was about to grab the gauze on his eyes, but when he saw it, the Imam restrained himself and immediately felt deeply.  Sighing, he turned his head and shouted outside: "Little Sharif, are you still there?"

    "Yes, Grandpa Imam!"

    Hearing the imam calling him, the young Sharif who was reading scriptures carefully outside immediately stood up and opened the door. He saw that the imam grandfather who was supposed to be sitting cross-legged on the carpet had already stood up and fumbled to turn off the radio.  , little Sharif was a little surprised. You must know that at this time, Grandpa Imam should be listening to the radio silently, which lasted for about an hour and a half. It had been like this since the day he could remember, but today

    ¡°My dear little Sharif, help me go home and call your brother. I want him to take me to Gilmu in Kashmir.¡±

    "Girmu in Kashmir? Where are you going?" Sharif asked in surprise.

    The Imam¡¯s answer was simple but decisive: ¡°Save people!¡±

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    At the same time that the imam, who had not yet recovered, made his decision, Maxim, who had personally felt the power of the earthquake, had already packed his bags, but this time he did not lead the convoy to escape to a safe area in the south. Instead, he sent the convoy to the northeast.  advance in Pakistan-occupied Kashmir.

    He is going to the epicenter for rescue.

    ?????????? It¡¯s actually quite awkward to say that Maxim is usually ridiculous and romantic, but when it comes to charity, he is a real warm-hearted person.

    Unlike other people who either seek fame, use charity to reduce taxes, or use charity to launder money, Maxim does not seek fame or profit, but comes entirely from his heart. As for why, even he himself has no idea.  I don¡¯t know, in short, he is so willful and naughty!

    On normal days, when he heard about any natural disasters there, Maxim would spend a lot of money to donate to the disaster area. Now that he had caught up with him, he naturally had to go to the battle himself, so Maxim ignored the dissuasion of his assistant and all his subordinates and insisted on rushing to the disaster area.  .

    Compared with the imam's long-distance migration and Maxim's private convoy, the fastest response was from the Pakistani military. As soon as the Gilmu earthquake occurred, the Pakistani army got the news and immediately ordered the garrison controlling Kashmir to go there.  rescue.

    However, just as the troops stationed in Pakistan-occupied Kashmir who had received the order had just completed their assembly and were preparing to head to the disaster area, an order made their convoy deviate from the disaster area and instead head towards the actual line of control between Pakistan and New Delhi for reinforcements.

    So the original disaster relief tools turned into guns and ammunition, and the peaceful atmosphere immediately became tense.

    This was not done intentionally by the Pakistani military, but when the Pakistani military was gathering troops to prepare for disaster relief, New Delhi's troops stationed on the border began to increase troops to the actual control line on the grounds that the Pakistani military was gathering troops for no reason.

    For the two sides who have long-standing grievances, a reason without a reason is a fig leaf that is better than nothing. How can Pakistan not know what New Delhi wants to do?

    Isn¡¯t it just that we are taking advantage of the earthquake in Pakistan-controlled Kashmir to gain some benefits on the actual control line?

    No, New Delhi has just sent more troops to the Line of Actual Control in Kashmir, and the government has made a hypocritical statement to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. New Delhi has made all preparations to rescue Pakistani disaster victims close to the Line of Actual Control in New Delhi. It can even send rescuers to actually participate in the rescue work.  .

    Hearing this news, Pakistan almost pointed at New Delhi and scolded it for being shameless. Doesn¡¯t it just want to use the rescue to allow the assembled troops to legally and legally cross the actual control line and encroach on Pakistan-controlled Kashmir?

    ??????????????????????????????????????????? Others don¡¯t know about your urine in New Delhi, but we old Pakistanis don¡¯t know?

    Sure enough, New Delhi's tone soon began to change. It first criticized the Pakistani military for disregarding the lives and property of the victims. Instead of massing the army to provide disaster relief, it instead sent more troops to the actual line of control between the two sides. This was a typical transfer of domestic conflicts, and it vowed to persuade Pakistan.  Put aside your prejudices and go all out to provide disaster relief.

    Immediately afterwards, New Delhi's media, officials, and parliamentarians joined the battle. While releasing New Delhi's "goodwill", they fiercely criticized the Pakistani military and the current regime. Some radical New Delhi officials even incited the Pakistani people to overthrow the current regime.

    As a result, what was originally a simple earthquake disaster has become smelly and muddy in New Delhi.

    Of course, Pakistan will fight back. Unfortunately, the Pakistani military, which is constrained by New Delhi's increase in troops, is unable to provide disaster relief. Other Pakistani departments do not have as many resources as the military, and even if they operate at full capacity, the results are not very significant.

    Because of this, the epicenter area could only carry out a small amount of self-rescue two days after the earthquake, and it was not until the third day that private rescue forces arrived. Such efficiency naturally aroused the concern of the people in the disaster area.The dissatisfaction, coupled with the foreign reporters who came to interview and the infiltration of New Delhi agitators, made Pakistan's public opinion counterattack very feeble.

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    "It won't work anymore, this one is dead."

    On the fifth day after the earthquake, Maxim was wrapped in thick winter clothes and had just dug out the body of a victim with a shovel. Looking at the body of a teenage boy, Maxim said indifferently,  He picked up the shovel and turned around to leave silently. When he passed the luxury off-road vehicle he was riding in, Maxim threw the shovel aside as if he had lost his soul. He fell slumped to the ground with a cry, and soon the cry became louder and louder.  Come bigger.

    "Well, my child, be strong."

    Just when Maxim was heartbroken, an old man whose eyes were covered with gauze, supported by a seven or eight-year-old boy, slowly walked to Maxim's side and touched him with his hands as he cried like a moon.  Maxim, who is a baby in his wife: "You are already a man, the hero mentioned in the scriptures, why are you crying like this? This is not the Maxim I know."

    Maxim wiped a handful of tears from his eyes and looked at the wrinkled imam with a gentle face. He also felt that there might be something destined in this world as the scriptures say.

    How else could he and the imam meet in an earthquake-stricken area?

    Because of this, Maxim, who has been influenced by religious ideas since he was a child, is even more convinced that the imam who baptized him and enlightened him is his destined guide, so he can be said to obey the imam's words.

    So he wiped his tears with his sleeve and forced himself to nod: "Imam, don't worry, I will become a hero in the scriptures. This is the first time since I was three years old that I shed tears because of sadness."

    "No, yesterday I saw you secretly wiping tears in the tent." As soon as Maxim finished speaking, the young Sharif who was supporting the imam ruthlessly exposed him.

    Maxim immediately became angry: "What do you know, you naughty kid? Those are smoked when baking potatoes, smoked!"

    Little Sharif curled his lips, and just when he was about to say something else, he suddenly heard an angry shout from a man on the ruins: "Brothers and sisters, can you still endure it? The regime doesn't care about our life and death, and the military only cares about its own interests.  Waging a war with neighboring countries, for which they would rather let us starve than receive food from foreign aid. We have lost so many brothers and sisters, do we still want us to die silently together? No! So with  I¡¯m going to get some bread, water and cans to fill my stomach!¡±

    As soon as the words fell, the numb victims seemed to have come alive, their eyes glowed green, and they stood up one after another and prepared to leave with the shouters.

    The imam's face changed drastically, and he quickly wanted to stop him, but before he could speak, the skinny head of Gilmu Village weakly held the imam's hand: "Imam, my old friend, I know that you are wise and profound, and your teachings are like the sea.  I firmly believe everything in the scriptures, butplease forgive us this time, there is nothing we can do, the children are really hungry."

    As he spoke, the village chief put the child's arm next to him into the imam's dry palm. The imam touched the arm, which was not much thicker than a stool leg. He swallowed what he wanted to say in an instant. He had been here for three days, but  No matter how powerful the doctrines and scriptures are, they cannot stop man's desire to find food to satisfy his hunger.

    So the imam let go of his hand, raised his head to the sky, and let out a long sigh. Seeing this, the village chief took the child and walked towards the gathering place with his head lowered.

    When the person who shouted just now curled his lips in a mocking arc, he was about to wave and lead people away. At this moment, there was a sudden roar of an airplane in the sky, and then a plane with a big red tail painted on it.  The cross-shaped twin-engine jet appeared in people's sight, and at the same time, the satellite phone that had been turned on in the Maxim off-road vehicle suddenly rang: "I am the China Ascendas Rescue Team, ordered to carry out rescue operations in the earthquake-stricken area.  Please assist my plane to land as per my request"

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