After several days of traveling, Jiang Hao and Lara finally set foot on Syrian soil. This time, there were only the two of them.
The situation within Syria was extremely unstable. All kinds of armed forces were fighting with unprecedented intensity, while organizations backed by different countries were interwoven throughout the region, throwing Syria's political situation into severe chaos. Civil aviation had completely shut down, and in the end, Lara used her connections to find a cargo plane delivering supplies to Syria and brought Jiang Hao to Damascus.
At the airport, Jiang Hao paid a high price for a military jeep and filled it with fuel. The two set off, and as they passed through Damascus, all they saw were bombed-out walls, broken ruins, and wreckage everywhere.
A trace of sorrow entered Lara's eyes. "Jon, this used to be a beautiful city, a city with a long history. But now, it has become ruins. Even if the war ends, I'm afraid it will never regain its former glory."
Jiang Hao sighed inwardly as well.
Yes.
This was the cruelty of war.
And he knew it was not over yet. This state of affairs would continue for a very, very long time. The Syrians now believed they were already living in misery, but how could they have known this was only the beginning? Even harsher days lay ahead.
They would come to know what hell truly was.
As they left the city, they passed through a Checkpoint, where soldiers stopped their vehicle. Jiang Hao knew Damascus was currently under government army control. The soldiers raised their guns at Jiang Hao and Lara's car as an officer approached. Jiang Hao handed over two IDs through the window and said in Arabic, "We are reporters from Britain's The Times, here to report on