Clues

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Even if a small and weak tribe has helicopters flying over their heads, they would only hide in dilapidated houses trembling. However, those powerful tribes who oppose the Soviets, the British, and the Americans, and oppose anyone they see, dare to open fire on helicopters.

A bunch of people huddled in helicopters may seem comfortable, but in reality, it's just a moving target. Sometimes, they have to abandon the helicopter and choose ground combat.

Amid gunfire, despite suppressing their strength, Daisy's high attributes cannot be ignored. Unlike those agents who prefer pistols, she can use any weapon.

Often, relying on her alone can suppress a large group of enemies, and the leadership of this small team automatically fell into her hands, although nominally, Colonel Rhodey is in charge.

After being in Afghanistan for a month and a half, the initial curiosity has worn off. They have fought more than ten battles at small stations. The locals don't engage in dialogue at all; they just shoot, and they can only retaliate.

With a firm command and outstanding personal abilities, not to mention the few agents directly under her, even these American soldiers now express admiration for her.

Fifty people set out for a month and a half, killing many local militants. Our side has only four lightly wounded, and not a single casualty. However, Stark's whereabouts are still unknown and didn't have any leads.

This was a bit frustrating for Daisy, not to mention Colonel Rhodes, who cares about the life and death of his friends and willingly delegates authority, is even more distressed.

Throwing away the empty M4, and taking out a pistol to kill the last enemy, Daisy began to give orders.

"Jimmy, ask the tribal elder how far it is from here to the next gathering place."

"Allen, check the ammunition."

"Colonel Rhodes, contact the Global Hawk. I need to know the terrain within fifty miles around us."

After assigning tasks, she calmly went to take a shower. The smell of sand, blood, and gunpowder was very unpleasant, and several female soldiers and female agents followed.

A specially designed RV is used exclusively for bathing. With her outstanding prestige, no one opposes it, a few women usually follow her along at this time.

The bathroom will definitely not be a separate bathroom. After all, even with her prestige, she can't be too special. The ten women can only wash together.

There are not many good bathing conditions during the journey, and any water vapor is invisible, and with no water vapor to cover up, the figure of several women is clear at a glance.

Except for Bobbi, the former gymnastics champion has a pretty good figure, the others are at the level of normal female soldiers.

You can't see it when you wear thick body armor, but after taking off clothes, its not difficult to distinguish a good figure from a bad figure.

Daisy's body is very good, her skin is white and tender.

Several female soldiers had emotions such as envy, jealousy, and even hatred at first, and even said some strange things, but gradually they got used to it.

After all, Miss Commander is also a rich man, and she usually deals with Presidential candidates and billionaires. And they are just a group of ordinary citizens, the gap between the two sides is so large that they don't have much to compare.

"Why is your skin so good?" Bobbi, the Mockingbird, poked her arm and touched her back again. She was very puzzled as to why Daisy's skin was unaffected by the harsh environment of the desert and remained firm and shiny.

Daisy used her natural beauty as a prevarication for this subordinate who was two years older than her, causing the other party to be speechless.

"Your body is also so good, I've always thought that you gymnasts have very small breasts… Are you a special case?"

She really doesn't have any secrets to moisturizing. Let alone Afghanistan, just throw her in an environment of 50 degrees Celsius, her skin will not be affected much, and she could only divert the topic.

The remaining women also joined the discussion enthusiastically. For a while, what metronome, what pole vault is easy to touch, Barbara said in a bunch of words.

After all, Bobbi has to protect her former colleagues, by the way, literate the others, talking about facts that make sense, she began to talk about the relationship between the size of the chest and sports.

Daisy listened to a few words, and then as she was almost done washing, she changed into clothes to handle various tasks.

Initially, leading these American soldiers was a bit awkward. SHIELD is a secret organization, and her Level 7 agent credentials don't work. Considering all aspects of the problem, she called Fury.

After several consultations from Fury, and Obama also said a few words, she was given the rank of Air Force Major. She doesn't take orders, nor does she receive a salary and various allowances.

It's several levels lower than Colonel Rhodey, but it's already higher than Captain America's Captain.

"Commander, this is a topographic map of the area."

"Commander, this is a map of the distribution of several major forces provided by the tribal elder."

"Commander..."

Several soldiers quickly began reporting. Regardless of gender, these American soldiers address their superior as Commander. Daisy found it awkward at first, but now she's used to it."

"Jimmy, go ask the elder what this means in English? " she pointed to a hand-drawn map, instructing the young man beside her to seek directions.

In this desolate place of Afghanistan, there are too many languages. It's possible that the languages of two villages separated by a mountain belong to different language families. Fortunately, the U.S. military has been in Afghanistan for six years, and many tribal elders have slowly learned English.

The young man named Jimmy is from Tennessee and is an authentic farmer. His biggest dream is to go back, farm, marry a wife, and have a happy family with a few children.

Facing the command of the beautiful commander, he didn't hesitate. Like dragging a dead dog, he pulled out the elder who had resisted stubbornly before and now had legs as weak as noodles.

Daisy doesn't know Pashto at all, and she has no intention of learning. But she believes these old men know English. She points to a place on the map and asks, "How do you say this in English?"

The old man hesitated a bit, and Jimmy had already released the safety on his gun, pointing it at the elder's head.

The old man, scared, shook his round stomach a bit. Being so fat during the war years is almost a miracle in Afghanistan.

Looking at the map, the old man strained his brain to think of the English pronunciation. "Gamila? Gulmira! Yes, it should be Gulmira..."

After detailed inquiries, it was indeed Galmira, less than fifteen kilometers from their current gathering place.

When Daisy first arrived in Afghanistan, she started looking for a town called "Gulmira" because she remembered it was the territory of the Ten Rings. Finding the town meant Stark should be nearby.

However, the language issue in this desolate place is too problematic, with no standardized spelling method. Now, this Gulmira is the third similar name she has come across.

She would rather not miss the town due to mistake, she organized the team, left the wounded to guard the helicopter, and the remaining forty-five people drove three pairs of multi-functional armored tanks towards the southwest.

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