I want to be a warlord

Chapter 68 Wang Zhen's Rage
These people don't care, but Wang Zhen can't.

On the highway, Wang Zhen immediately called for an interpreter and began to explain the situation to the group of Iraqis.

Where to go, who to fight, why, the situation of the other party, etc.

Don't be afraid of leaks, as soon as you leave the town, there will be no mobile phone signal...

The current situation in Iraq cannot support infrastructure projects such as full coverage of field signals.

The distance is not far, about 4 hours, from the GPS point of view, it has reached the vicinity of the coordinates, there is no time to go up, choose a place about 10 kilometers away for a temporary rest.

It's not that John didn't do anything. After all, he sent someone over. After all, they were more eager to solve the problem than the scythe team.

The person who came was a man in his 30s, with no distinctive appearance. After meeting, he went straight to the topic and gave a name that he knew was fake, George.

George opened the tablet, and there were high-definition photos of the target village and information introductions on it.

In Iraq, it was originally a small town with a population of more than 2000 people, but because of the war, many houses were broken or vacant. Of course, this population is a village in Wang Zhen’s heart.

At present, there are more than 400 people living here, living by the road, but they were occupied by this group of militants more than half a month ago.

"What background do these militants have?" Wang Zhen asked.

"Sunni extremists, if you have to give them a background, let's say it is a branch organization of Ace." George shrugged and said with some sarcasm: "There are too many organizations with branches of Ace. I very much doubt that Ace himself can't figure out how many there are."

"It's very easy to pull up this kind of armed force. People here have received religious education since they were young. If you hold a few gatherings and speeches with great atmosphere, and stir up your emotions, you can immediately pull a group of people."

"No training needed, no education needed, neither the killing of heretics nor the killing of heretics is evil in religion, you know, they take it for granted."

Wang Zhen frowned and fell silent for a while. People who grew up in the Chinese cultural environment could not understand this kind of religious fanaticism at all. He would only feel that it was inhumane and cruel.

"You mean, all the original villagers here have been killed?" Wang Zhen asked again, this is related to whether it can be bombed with shells.

George was silent for a while, his eyes flicked across the faces of the scythe team members one by one, and then he said: "Not really, but I don't think you need to care about this."

Without waiting for Wang Zhen to continue asking, he explained: "They killed people, and killed many people who they thought were not firm in their beliefs. Those who survived were all their people."

"It's okay to kill them all. If you don't do it, you can let those Iraqis do it."

The United States will not admit that this is their military action, so it doesn't care at all.

"After killing someone, can others join them?" Wang Zhen's tone was full of disbelief.

This is equivalent to a group of devils rushing to a village, killing some people, and then the rest joined the devils' camp.

Yes, there is no shortage of traitors, but most people suppress their hatred at most, make compromises, and wait for revenge!

"Yes, join them." George explained: "Use the method of creating fear to make the rest of the people join them with firm belief, even if it is temporarily, it's okay. After a few days of collective prayer, I will declare again." The evil of heresy and heretics, talking about eliminating evil is spreading faith and benefiting something, and the religious atmosphere can make them infected."

"They have to pray 5 times a day. Everyone gathers together. The contagion of collective activities is extremely powerful. Individual will can only be submerged and infected in this atmosphere."

"Finally, let those newly joined people kill some slow-infected guys. When their hands are covered with blood, they will become their own people."

As he said that, George looked at Wang Zhen and said impatiently, "Okay, I know you Chinese can't understand what faith is, but that's the truth. The method is very old, but it works well."

"Listen, don't talk shit about sympathy and don't ask questions, now they are all fucking terrorists, at least terrorist backup."

Wang Zhen was expressionless, and turned to look at Bourne.

The golden retriever thought for a while, then shrugged, "Follow what you think, I don't understand."

Wang Zhen nodded, turned his head and grabbed George by the collar, pulled him over, raised his right knee, and hit the opponent's lower abdomen hard.

The sudden heavy blow distorted George's expression in an instant. The pain made him unable to speak a word. He could only bow his body, clutching his stomach like a prawn and not speaking.

"Listen, your task is to explain the situation to us and cooperate with us in our actions, not to let you direct us." Wang Zhen lifted him up, with a calm expression and a flat tone, "here we are talking Forget it, and you just need to cooperate obediently, understand?"

Being forced to attack the enemy's camp unprepared made Wang Zhen very unhappy, and he was not in a good temper.

I'm very angry now!
George watched and hugged his shoulders without saying a word. Jin Mao and the others, who let Wang Zhen do what they wanted, suddenly understood the situation. The Chinese in front of him had a very high status in the team, very high.

This was different from what he had imagined. Although he couldn't understand it, the people in the CIA knew how to judge the situation.

"Okay, okay, I understand."

Wang Zhen drove him away, reached out to help him straighten the folds on his collar, and put on a smile again on his face, "I'm sorry, I was a little rough just now, you won't be angry, will you?"

Seeing Wang Zhen's smile, George was taken aback for a moment, shivered slightly, and quickly squeezed out a smile, "No, of course not."

"That's good." Wang Zhen nodded, and continued: "I see that you brought a drone, and the photos are not very intuitive. We need more real and accurate information to determine the attack plan."

"No problem." George nodded immediately, with a kind tone and a humble attitude.

"Okay, let's go prepare, please." Wang Zhen said with a smile.

When George left, Jin Mao and the others immediately surrounded him. The donkey shook his head and said in a girly way, "Wow, Wang, you look so scary!"

Several people immediately laughed.

"I said a long time ago that this guy Wang is definitely not a good person. This is his true nature."

"Don't talk nonsense, I was just angry just now." Wang Zhen kicked the donkey, "Imitate, imitate the boss in the movie, understand!"

Including the golden retriever, several people didn't speak, just looked at Wang Zhen, with "really, I don't believe it" written all over their faces!
"Damn it, Feng Ping was killed!" Wang Zhen explained cursingly: "I did this to confirm the command, so as not to suppress his signs, he dared to command actions when there was a fight, and there must be trouble."

The golden retriever nodded immediately, "Well, that's true."

It's not the first time he encountered a similar situation, especially when he was in the army, he was so fucking aggrieved and annoying!

In fact, Golden Retriever doesn't have much autonomy now. He is a kind and good person, and he doesn't know how to refuse.

If it is a person with a particularly tough personality, who says what he says and doesn't tolerate others pointing fingers, Wang Zhen will be the first to be kicked out.

Character determines destiny, so he can only lead a team...

(End of this chapter)