642: Chapter 635: Passing Through 642: Chapter 635: Passing Through Gao Yang arrived in Al Mukalla, the port city of Yemen, where he met Polovich.
Polovich would not go to Syria personally; he arranged for a subordinate to follow the Satan Mercenary Corps.
A group of twelve people, they flew from Al Mukalla to Gaziantep in Turkey.
After disembarking, they received the weapons and equipment Polovich was to transport, as well as clothes and such ordered by Little Donnie for the Aleppo battlefield.
Gao Yang and his group hurried to Aleppo without stopping, while Little Donnie flew alone to Sicily, Italy, to deal with Rafael’s issue.
For mercenaries, undertaking a long journey has always been a headache-inducing hassle.
Fighting definitely requires weapons, and for a mercenary group like the Satan Mercenary Corps that only uses its own well-prepared weapons, flying around with weapons is certainly difficult, even though Satan Mercenaries have Little Donnie specifically in charge of this sort of matter.
However, long-distance flights are still troublesome.
With Polovich’s help, everything naturally became different.
If an arms dealer like Polovich couldn’t safely deliver Gao Yang and their weapons, then he wouldn’t need to be an arms dealer anymore.
The journey from Turkey to Syria was far simpler than Gao Yang had imagined.
Riding in three off-road vehicles of different ages and models, Gao Yang and his group went straight from Gaziantep to the Turkish-Syrian border.
Gaziantep is quite a distance from Aleppo, and Gao Yang and his group’s guns were in the vehicles.
While inside Turkey, they drove through cities and towns and could be said to be making a beeline for Aleppo without any pretense.
The border crossing had already closed, and the chaos in Syria had also put Turkey on edge.
The closer to the border, the more soldiers there were, and by the time they reached the border, they could already see a refugee camp occupying a vast area—of course, the refugee camp was on the Syrian side.
On the Turkish side of the border crossing, there was nearly a half-kilometer-long line of cars backed up.
The cars were stopped on one side of the not-so-spacious road, while on the Syrian side, the situation was completely out of control, with crowds and vehicles clogging the road tightly, hoping to enter Turkey to seek refuge, yet completely blocked off by a barbed wire fence.
Extending from both sides of the crossing were long stretches of barbed wire, and many Syrian refugees clung to them, shouting loudly.
New refugees kept arriving, and the number of people gathering here was only increasing.
The sight unsettled Gao Yang, who said in a deep voice, “Raja, can we get across the border smoothly?”
Raja was the individual Polovich had dispatched to assist and, of course, supervise Gao Yang and their actions to ensure the Satan Mercenary Corps completed Polovich’s commission.
Raja was in his fifties, with a big beard, and an Iranian.
However, he always wore a black headscarf and dressed in a black robe, speaking and dressing in a way that did not resemble an Iranian at all.
Raja rarely spoke and always maintained a serious face, but he was one of Polovich’s capable subordinates, arranging everything along the way with precision.
In response to Gao Yang’s question, Raja did not answer but simply nodded, then made a gesture to the driver, who bypassed the long queue of vehicles and directly drove to the very front of the line.
They drove up to the closed gates of the crossing, and under the direction of armed soldiers, the driver stopped the car.
Gao Yang could not help feeling some tension since he thought they were being too conspicuous.
Turkey had always declared that it prohibited any armed individuals from entering Syria through Turkey, and the trunk of their vehicle was filled with boxes of guns and ammunition, including rocket launchers and mortars.
Raja got out of the passenger seat, said a few words to the soldiers who were poised to inspect, and then said to Gao Yang in a deep voice, “Grab our stuff; we’re going.”
Under the watchful eyes of at least a dozen soldiers, Gao Yang and his group all got out of the car, opened the trunk, pulled out a series of long boxes, and then followed Raja towards the gate in the middle of the barbed wire.
The two soldiers looked at Gao Yang, silently slid open the first iron gate.
There was no order to speak of on the Syrian side, and Gao Yang didn’t even know whose control the border crossing was under; he only saw many people with guns, but nobody paid them any attention.
Gao Yang was the first to set foot on Syrian soil.
Passing through the chaotic crowd, Gao Yang couldn’t help but say to Raja by his side, “Is it really this easy?”
Raja just gave Gao Yang a faint glance and whispered, “It’s that simple.
As long as you say you’re going to fight Bashar, you can easily get through.”
Gao Yang was stunned for a moment and said, “I thought you or your boss had made arrangements in advance.
So it’s really that simple.
Then, what if we say we’re going to fight Bashar but are actually going to fight the Rebel Army?”
Raja said coldly, “Those helping Bashar can go directly to Damascus.
Now the entire rear area is occupied by the Rebel Army, Bashar’s people wouldn’t enter from here.”
Gao Yang shrugged and said, “Turkey always claims to strictly forbid all armed personnel from crossing their border, but it seems that’s not the case.”
Raja snorted coldly and said, “This is a land of thieves, liars, and brainless idiots.”
After that statement, Raja fell silent again and just walked to the front.
Gao Yang, carrying a specially made long case, turned his head and waved at the people behind him, signaling them to quicken their pace.
The looks from the surrounding crowd weren’t friendly, but armed militants would often wave at Gao Yang and his group, then shout slogans in Arabic.
Gao Yang could only ball his fist and wave back from time to time, putting on an impassioned expression in response.
He knew that the Rebel Army mistook them for comrades.
After a long walk, they finally made it through the crowd and the disorderly parked vehicles.
That’s when Gao Yang noticed four cars stopped in an open area by the road; a short white man stood by the cars, waving at them.
Raja quickly walked up to the cars, then stood in front of the short white man.
The short man waved at Gao Yang, a look of urgency in his voice as he called out loudly, “Guys, got a smoke?
Can someone give me a cigarette?”
Only Eileen smoked, but not frequently, and never during combat.
Gao Yang looked at Eileen, but saw her pull out a half-pack of cigarettes and hand it to the short man.
The short white man took a cigarette, then, after seeing Eileen’s gesture, happily put the pack back in his pocket.
“Ah, I was dying for one.
Alright, Raja, the documents are all in the cars, on that Toyota pickup.
Go get them yourself.
These cars are all yours now, but you’ll have to drive them yourselves.
I came alone to pick you guys up, and the cars were bought from refugees.
But they’re full of gas, and in good condition.”
After speaking to Raja for a few moments, the short white man then turned to Eileen, shook the cigarette in his hand with a light laugh, and said, “Thanks a lot, really appreciate it.
As a token of gratitude, I have to warn you, as a woman, you’re not highly regarded around the Rebel Army here.
Wandering around like this will get you shot at.
If you don’t want to get shot, you better cover up your face quickly.”