Chapter 311 The sixth live broadcast!
Is this Kerman?
After going to the hotel and putting away all his things, Bifang came to the streets of Kerman, the capital of Abasogang, and wandered around. This was his first time here, and the place was not as "miserable" as he had imagined.
Bifang had been to many poor countries in his previous life, and had lived in many places worse off than Bikman. But it was the capital after all, and no matter how fierce the war was, the capital would still be protected to a certain extent.
It was a bit chaotic. After walking on the street for less than half an hour, more than three hands sneaked towards his backpack. Bifang didn't make it too difficult. He just dodged, glared at the other party and shouted them away.
I didn't think of calling the police. As a foreign tourist, only a few people can get fair treatment after calling the police.
Bifang didn't want to start a war. He had a different status, so it was better for him to avoid trouble.
However, the place he wanted to go was not Kerman, but another city in Abasogang, Yeimen. He thought the scene there would be quite different.
Once you get there, your life safety is no longer guaranteed. If you die in a corner, no one will even find your body; it will simply be taken away by wild dogs.
"Good Samaritan, please give me some..."
Bifang looked at the old woman in front of him silently. Along the way, whether in a small town or in the city center, he often saw these white-haired old ladies, wearing tattered clothes and stretching out a hand covered with thick calluses to beg on the street.
Why are there old ladies begging everywhere?
Bifang suddenly thought of a question, and after thinking about it carefully, he felt a little sad.
Because women are the weakest group, and old women are the lowest class of the weak who are abandoned by society, so they are the ones who beg.
Although they worked hard when they were young and their hands were covered with thick calluses, once they lose their ability to work, they will be ruthlessly abandoned by society.
Here, the weak have no room to survive.
After rubbing his pocket for a long time, Bifang took out a piece of bread and handed it to the other party. Then he lowered his baseball cap and silently disappeared into the crowd.
What can he do?
Just a traveler.
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The next day, Bifang arrived at a local transportation company early in the morning. He had contacted the company the night before and was told that they could take him to a city near Yeyimen. As for going any deeper, he did not dare to do so.
Bifang saw what the person in charge meant. He said he was not brave enough, but if he really wanted to do it, it was possible.
You have to pay extra.
There is no need to waste money, just take him to a nearby city , and then Abbasogang's people will come to pick him up.
"I've only seen people fleeing to the capital, but never heading outside."
The uncle, holding a cigarette in his mouth, got into the driving seat. He didn't quite understand why Bifang had to pay for the ride, but it didn't matter. If you don't make money when you have it, you're a bastard. Money has depreciated sharply recently. If you don't make some more money to supplement the family income, your mother will have to go out to beg on the street.
Bifang didn't say anything, just smiled, then sat by the window and looked at the country quietly.
The closer you get to the border, the more chaotic the place becomes.
But he was looking for the most chaotic place. The power of Abasogang's camp was very complicated. It was generally divided into two major camps, supporters and opponents. But the real danger was not them, but the roaming bandits. Many of them had guns and ammunition and hid in a corner to commit crimes.
In modern society, the cost of crime has been much lower. For those desperate criminals, one person can feed the whole family. It is not uncommon for them to move to another place after shooting or ride a motorcycle to rush to another place at night. The cost of moving places is far less than before. This has also made it quite difficult for the authorities to crack down on them, and they can only let them do it in many cases.
Besides, there is always another batch after killing one batch. It is not that fast to harvest leeks. Moreover, with the pressure from the local leaders, a tacit underground order will be formed.
Dust was rising on the dirt road, and armed forces driving off-road vehicles could be seen everywhere. Many of them were just half-grown children, who should be in junior high school or even elementary school in China. But now they were smoking cigarettes, wearing tattered clothes, and holding weapons in their hands that could easily take the lives of adults.
The rust on it makes people wonder if it will explode.
But the uncle driving the car seemed not to see it. He was already accustomed to these scenes. The faint sound of artillery coming from not far away was even more terrifying.
Bifang was about to roll down the window, but halfway through, the uncle pulled him up again. He pointed at the big bag at Bifang's feet and shook his head seriously: "If you don't want to cause trouble, don't let them see you, and don't look at them. Just treat you as air, and they are also air."
Bifang remained silent and nodded silently.
It was late at night when the group arrived safely at Hodali, which was also the place agreed by the authorities to welcome Bifang.
Even though we haven't reached our district yet, we can see that the nearby cities have been devastated beyond recognition. A building even collapsed on the road, followed by miserable wails that make people shudder.
It was already very late, and Bifang didn't want to cause any more trouble, so he followed the address given to him by the person in charge and found the receptionist who had been waiting there for a long time.
After some pleasantries, the two sides agreed to send the other party to Yeyimen by helicopter tomorrow. Then the other party brought Bifang to a hotel. It was simply a pipe dream to find a hotel here. Even the place that was called a hotel was probably a temporary conversion of a residential building.
"Don't be fooled by the chaos here, but sooner or later order will be restored here, and you will see a different Abbasogang, and Yimen is also different from here..."
In the early morning, Bifang met his host again. The host showed him the way and gave him a brief introduction of his country. It was obvious that he knew that Bifang's arrival was actually a kind of "propaganda" function.
After all, he is a big anchor with tens of millions of fans around the world, and the number of active online users in each live broadcast exceeds millions, so he cannot be underestimated.
Through this channel, perhaps more people can see Abasogang's current situation, establish a positive image, and gain more international support. On the other hand, it actually reveals a subtle dissatisfaction with a certain country.
Most of the war-torn areas in the world, if not 99%, at least more than half are caused by the meddling of a certain country, which pretends to be great and glorious.
These are not uncommon things. Bifang is very curious about the "difference" mentioned by the host.
"How is it different?"
The receptionist gave a bitter smile but still told the truth: "There are very few people there. I heard that you are the world's number one survival master, but the only things you can find there are cement and sand, not even steel bars."
Bifang seemed to be thinking about something.
During the conversation, the two had already arrived at the temporary troop station. After meeting the officers inside, Bi Fang was taken to a helicopter.
The SA342M light anti-tank attack helicopter is known for its good flying performance and small size and lightness, and is commonly known as the "Little Antelope".
Boarding the helicopter, the wings slowly rotated.
Bifang took out a drone, looked at the gradually shrinking camp, and started the live broadcast.
The sixth live broadcast begins!
