The middle-aged man from Gistan lowered his head and lowered his voice. "No one can escape from here, and no one dares to come in. It's the same for the Chinese people who were kidnapped. You'll be taken away the day after tomorrow. I know that you want to survive. I want to help you leave this place. Run. Run toward the depths of Tianshan Mountain in your country to find the soldiers in military uniforms. They're your guardian angels.
"Don't tell them what happened. You can't say it. If you do, your guardian angels might come. I know they will.
"We can't let them come over. They should continue to protect your Tianshan Mountain and your borders. They shouldn't die here. We don't want to see them die again. It's enough. It's really enough."
The middle-aged man lowered his head and spoke in a low voice. A drop of water landed on the dusty ground. The water droplet was stained with dust and curled into a muddy bead, just like their current mood.
