The strongest mercenary across the line of fire

The garrison of this Taliban force is located deep in the mountains and forests, and it took a long time to walk there.The resident is mainly built on the mountain, and there are basically no exposed temporary residences. All the caves are blasted with explosives on the mountain, and then transformed into camps, just like the old cave dwellings in northern Shaanxi.

Air supremacy in Afghanistan is completely in the hands of the U.S. military, and all exposed houses will be hit by precision-guided missiles.It is not a joke that the U.S. military uses 200 million Tomahawk cruise missiles to attack a house built for [-] dollars, it is real.

The U.S. military spent a huge amount of military expenditure on the war in Afghanistan, and it no longer cares about spending a little more.If this battle is to be fought, we must achieve a record that is sufficient to quell public anger, otherwise we will not be able to explain where we go.

If something like a tent appears in a mountain forest area occupied by the Taliban, it will be attacked by missiles immediately.The reason is that there are people in tents, and those who can live in tents may be senior Taliban leaders, so the US military would rather spend $200 million to bomb $30 tents that may hide Taliban leaders.

The killing of a Taliban leader directly proves that the tactics of the US military are not wrong, that the government is not wrong, and that their just war against terrorism is not wrong.The war in Afghanistan is no longer a war, but an important manifestation of the US government's consolidation and improvement of its world hegemony.

There are about 500 Taliban militants active in the northern part of Grishke, which is equivalent to the strength of two battalions, but they are called very prestigious, and the leader is called a commander.

In Afghanistan, the Taliban armed forces with more than 500 people are considered relatively large forces, most of which have only a few dozen or hundreds of people.

There are soldiers standing guard wearing robes and covering their cheeks on the mountain of the garrison and in the surrounding forest.All of these soldiers were holding AK-47s, and a few soldiers were holding sniper rifles converted from AK-47s with scopes.

In addition, there are Taliban soldiers carrying rocket launchers. This is their most common and advanced equipment. Occasionally, the M-4 captured from the US military has become a reward for the brave fighters in the organization.

Seeing his own people pressing a man and a woman back to the station, the Taliban soldiers who were not standing guard turned their eyes to stare at Zhao Ziyang and the little wild cat, showing great interest.

It is common in Westerners, but not in Orientals.

"Your this group of dog ****! Fuck you! Fuck you!" There was a burst of cursing, in perfect American English.

Following the sound, Zhao Ziyang saw three tied up American soldiers kneeling in the middle of the garrison surrounded by mountains and forests.They had blood all over their heads and faces, and they were obviously tortured, and they were venting their dissatisfaction with cursing.

Five or six bloody human heads hung on the thickest tree in the western mountain forest, and a few headless corpses were randomly thrown under the tree.Judging from the attire of the corpses and the appearance of their heads, they were all American soldiers.

A Taliban soldier carrying a machete walked towards the three tied up American soldiers. While joking with his companions, he gestured to his neck with his hand, as if looking for the best position.

"puff!"

The light of the knife flickered for a while, and the American soldier who scolded the most was beheaded with a knife, and blood spurted nearly one meter high into his body.As his head was chopped off, his body crashed to the ground, and the spring-like blood instantly dyed the land in front of him dark black.

Seeing the beheading of the American army, Zhao Ziyang did not have any emotional fluctuations.He doesn't have any compassion for the U.S. military, and the warhead in his body is still thanks to the U.S. military.

But what surprised Zhao Ziyang was that the little wild cat didn't have any mood swings. When he looked at her, she even smiled at him.

"I don't like Yankees." The little wild cat said to Zhao Ziyang: "It should be executed early, not beheaded!"

"Oh..." Zhao Ziyang nodded, hiding his complicated eyes.

"Americans are heretics." The little leader next to him heard the little wild cat's words, his eyes became more friendly, and he continued: "They are anti-Islamic, and they should be punished."

All members of the Taliban armed forces are devout Islamic believers, and they regard teachings as more important than anything else.The battle they fought was a jihad under the guidance of Islamic teachings, which was honorable and holy.

When the Taliban recruits members, it starts with talking about life grievances, foreign occupation forces and the current government.Then ask what do you think of the current government, whether it is in line with Islamic teachings or not.If you answer that it is not in line with Islamic teachings, then you will get their approval and help, and the next thing to do is to take an oath to the leader.

In the hearts of most Afghans, they do not recognize the current Afghan government, because the current government was set up by the invaders and is an infidel.Relatively speaking, they are more willing to join the Taliban, because the Taliban is the most devout Islamic organization.

The two were still in the center of the garrison, less than ten meters away from the remaining two US troops. The pungent smell of blood was clearly transmitted to the nostrils of the two, making people feel like vomiting involuntarily.

The treatment of Zhao Ziyang and Xiaoyemao was considered good. Five or six Taliban soldiers held them with guns and made them stand there.

"Help us, save us!" an American soldier asked Zhao Ziyang for help with his bloody mouth open.

It's just that his plea for help was obviously wrong, and Zhao Ziyang was also a prisoner for the time being.In other words, even if he wasn't a prisoner, he wouldn't save the two American soldiers. Zhao Ziyang was a straightforward villain who always held grudges.

"Did you participate in the Eight-Nation Allied Forces?" Little Wild Cat asked the American soldier loudly, holding his nose, his eyes were full of anger.

The hope in the eyes of the American soldier dissipated, he thought he was facing two Japanese.

"You two, the leader wants to see you!" The little leader came over and shouted at Zhao Ziyang and the little wild cat.

Judging from the other party's expression and tone, Zhao Ziyang could easily guess what the leader of the Taliban said to the little leader just now, and probably either scolded or reprimanded him.

Several Taliban soldiers pressed the two of them and walked towards the mountain in the north, which was the command post of the Taliban.

In front of a cave dwelling the same size as a soldier's cave dwelling, a Taliban man in his 30s with a beard stood at the door.Judging from the opponent's clean clothes and the fact that he didn't carry a gun, he should be the leader here.

This leader is very young, with a pair of bright eyes and a dark aquiline nose, it looks like a wise and bloodthirsty horn.

After seeing the leader, the soldiers saluted one after another to show their respect for the leader.

"Are you Chinese?" The leader looked at the upright Zhao Ziyang and the indifferent little wild cat.

"Yes!" Zhao Ziyang nodded, neither humble nor overbearing, full of arrogance.

With a "bang", a big knife was still at Zhao Ziyang's feet.

"Chop off the heads of those two heretics." The leader said to Zhao Ziyang, and couldn't help but look at Zhao Ziyang seriously.

Zhao Ziyang glanced at the blood-stained broadsword under his feet, lightly picked it up with his toe, and turned around.

"Hey, you're not going to kill those two American soldiers, are you?" Little Wild Cat said to Zhao Ziyang in Mandarin, with a hint of hesitation in his eyes.

"If you don't kill them, you're heretics. If you kill them, you're good friends. How do you choose?" Zhao Ziyang said to the little wild cat with an indifferent face, and walked towards the two American soldiers with a big knife in his hand.

He knew very well the simplicity of these Taliban, if you stand on the same front with them, then you are a friend, a friend who can die for you.If you choose no, you are their enemy.

Under the current situation, Zhao Ziyang has no other choice but to chop off the heads of two American soldiers and become friends.The rank of the Taliban here is very low, and he cannot reveal his identity. If he is the leader of the Taliban No. [-], No. [-], and No. [-], it is not so troublesome at all. The lurkers only deal with them.

"Huang Pizhu, curse you, curse you!" Seeing Zhao Ziyang approaching with a machete, the American soldiers yelled, with anger bursting out of their eyes.

Maybe they were not so angry when facing the Taliban militants, but they were very angry when facing Zhao Ziyang.This was a psychological reason. Subconsciously they regarded Zhao Ziyang as a poor fellow who was also captured, but they never expected that this poor fellow like themselves would control their own life and death.

Swear, swear hard, you only have the right to swear... Zhao Ziyang said to himself, and swung his sword at an American soldier.

With a "plop", the head fell to the ground, and blood sprayed on Zhao Ziyang's pants.

"Pfft", blood shot out, Zhao Ziyang, who had cut off the head of an American soldier, did not stop at all, and cut off the head of the last American soldier with a backhand.

Throwing away the machete in his hand, Zhao Ziyang stared at the two corpses under his feet with an expressionless expression, and was extremely cold. Even the Taliban soldiers around him showed a faint fear in their eyes.

That's because the murderous aura emanating from Zhao Ziyang's body was too terrifying. They also killed people, and they were very cruel, but they were far less swift than Zhao Ziyang's strikes, without dragging their feet.It seemed that the man in front of him was born a butcher, and killing people seemed to be a common practice.

But no one knew that Zhao Ziyang felt extremely sick in his heart. The strong smell of blood was mixed with the excrement and urine of American soldiers after they died. That smell made people want to vomit.

Turning his head, Zhao Ziyang smiled at the leader of the Taliban, and then walked over with a bloody smell.

"Hahahaha... friend! friend!" the hooked-nosed leader let out a hearty laugh, walked up to Zhao Ziyang enthusiastically and embraced him, patted him on the shoulder and said loudly: "My friend, Allah is with you! "

These people who are blinded by religion are very simple. They simply only know their own Islam. Fighting and killing people for Islam are sacred, and there is no sense of guilt.Their criteria for choosing friends is also simple to barbaric, easy to make friends with, but difficult to make friends with.

The best example is the relationship between the Taliban and Osama bin Laden.

Regardless of the number one leader Omar being bin Laden's son-in-law, bin Laden himself is an Islamic jihadist, and the relationship between them is closer than brothers, so the Taliban government would rather go to war with the US military than betray bin Laden.

"I need a radio station." Zhao Ziyang said to the leader with a smile, "Maybe I need you to help me send messages through the radio station. I need to get in touch with my mercenary group."

"No problem!" The leader agreed happily, and introduced himself to Zhao Ziyang: "My name is Mohammed Khalid, you can call me Mohammed."

Muhammad used the general introduction method instead of the traditional introduction method. Obviously, he regarded Zhao Ziyang as a friend and respected Zhao Ziyang's habit of being an outsider.

"Code Name: Special Forces." Zhao Ziyang nodded.

"Special soldiers, friend!" Mohammed suddenly raised Zhao Ziyang's right hand and shouted at the surrounding soldiers.

"Friends! Friends! Friends! . . . "

The soldiers were like thunder, shouting the word "friend".

The little wild cat beside him blinked and nodded half-understood.She also knew what Zhao Ziyang's act of killing American soldiers represented, it represented friendship.If you don't kill them, the consequences will be unimaginable.

At this time, another group of Taliban soldiers came from the forest outside the station and escorted a heavily tied Westerner.

"Hey hey hey, I said guys, I'm really not an American soldier. I'm a young gambling king in Las Vegas. Although I have an American face, I'm not an American soldier, let alone a spy. I'm a hired Soldiers, come help your mercenaries!"

Hearing this voice, Zhao Ziyang smiled, waved at the poor guy, and showed a bright smile.The garrison of this Taliban force is located deep in the mountains and forests, and it took a long time to walk there.The resident is mainly built on the mountain, and there are basically no exposed temporary residences. All the caves are blasted with explosives on the mountain, and then transformed into camps, just like the old cave dwellings in northern Shaanxi.

Air supremacy in Afghanistan is completely in the hands of the U.S. military, and all exposed houses will be hit by precision-guided missiles.It is not a joke that the U.S. military uses 200 million Tomahawk cruise missiles to attack a house built for [-] dollars, it is real.

The U.S. military spent a huge amount of military expenditure on the war in Afghanistan, and it no longer cares about spending a little more.If this battle is to be fought, we must achieve a record that is sufficient to quell public anger, otherwise we will not be able to explain where we go.

If something like a tent appears in a mountain forest area occupied by the Taliban, it will be attacked by missiles immediately.The reason is that there are people in tents, and those who can live in tents may be senior Taliban leaders, so the US military would rather spend $200 million to bomb $30 tents that may hide Taliban leaders.

The killing of a Taliban leader directly proves that the tactics of the US military are not wrong, that the government is not wrong, and that their just war against terrorism is not wrong.The war in Afghanistan is no longer a war, but an important manifestation of the US government's consolidation and improvement of its world hegemony.

There are about 500 Taliban militants active in the northern part of Grishke, which is equivalent to the strength of two battalions, but they are called very prestigious, and the leader is called a commander.

In Afghanistan, the Taliban armed forces with more than 500 people are considered relatively large forces, most of which have only a few dozen or hundreds of people.

There are soldiers standing guard wearing robes and covering their cheeks on the mountain of the garrison and in the surrounding forest.All of these soldiers were holding AK-47s, and a few soldiers were holding sniper rifles converted from AK-47s with scopes.

In addition, there are Taliban soldiers carrying rocket launchers. This is their most common and advanced equipment. Occasionally, the M-4 captured from the US military has become a reward for the brave fighters in the organization.

Seeing his own people pressing a man and a woman back to the station, the Taliban soldiers who were not standing guard turned their eyes to stare at Zhao Ziyang and the little wild cat, showing great interest.

It is common in Westerners, but not in Orientals.

"Your this group of dog ****! Fuck you! Fuck you!" There was a burst of cursing, in perfect American English.

Following the sound, Zhao Ziyang saw three tied up American soldiers kneeling in the middle of the garrison surrounded by mountains and forests.They had blood all over their heads and faces, and they were obviously tortured, and they were venting their dissatisfaction with cursing.

Five or six bloody human heads hung on the thickest tree in the western mountain forest, and a few headless corpses were randomly thrown under the tree.Judging from the attire of the corpses and the appearance of their heads, they were all American soldiers.

A Taliban soldier carrying a machete walked towards the three tied up American soldiers. While joking with his companions, he gestured to his neck with his hand, as if looking for the best position.

"puff!"

The light of the knife flickered for a while, and the American soldier who scolded the most was beheaded with a knife, and blood spurted nearly one meter high into his body.As his head was chopped off, his body crashed to the ground, and the spring-like blood instantly dyed the land in front of him dark black.

Seeing the beheading of the American army, Zhao Ziyang did not have any emotional fluctuations.He doesn't have any compassion for the U.S. military, and the warhead in his body is still thanks to the U.S. military.

But what surprised Zhao Ziyang was that the little wild cat didn't have any mood swings. When he looked at her, she even smiled at him.

"I don't like Yankees." The little wild cat said to Zhao Ziyang: "It should be executed early, not beheaded!"

"Oh..." Zhao Ziyang nodded, hiding his complicated eyes.

"Americans are heretics." The little leader next to him heard the little wild cat's words, his eyes became more friendly, and he continued: "They are anti-Islamic, and they should be punished."

All members of the Taliban armed forces are devout Islamic believers, and they regard teachings as more important than anything else.The battle they fought was a jihad under the guidance of Islamic teachings, which was honorable and holy.

When the Taliban recruits members, it starts with talking about life grievances, foreign occupation forces and the current government.Then ask what do you think of the current government, whether it is in line with Islamic teachings or not.If you answer that it is not in line with Islamic teachings, then you will get their approval and help, and the next thing to do is to take an oath to the leader.

In the hearts of most Afghans, they do not recognize the current Afghan government, because the current government was set up by the invaders and is an infidel.Relatively speaking, they are more willing to join the Taliban, because the Taliban is the most devout Islamic organization.

The two were still in the center of the garrison, less than ten meters away from the remaining two US troops. The pungent smell of blood was clearly transmitted to the nostrils of the two, making people feel like vomiting involuntarily.

The treatment of Zhao Ziyang and Xiaoyemao was considered good. Five or six Taliban soldiers held them with guns and made them stand there.

"Help us, save us!" an American soldier asked Zhao Ziyang for help with his bloody mouth open.

It's just that his plea for help was obviously wrong, and Zhao Ziyang was also a prisoner for the time being.In other words, even if he wasn't a prisoner, he wouldn't save the two American soldiers. Zhao Ziyang was a straightforward villain who always held grudges.

"Did you participate in the Eight-Nation Allied Forces?" Little Wild Cat asked the American soldier loudly, holding his nose, his eyes were full of anger.

The hope in the eyes of the American soldier dissipated, he thought he was facing two Japanese.

"You two, the leader wants to see you!" The little leader came over and shouted at Zhao Ziyang and the little wild cat.

Judging from the other party's expression and tone, Zhao Ziyang could easily guess what the leader of the Taliban said to the little leader just now, and probably either scolded or reprimanded him.

Several Taliban soldiers pressed the two of them and walked towards the mountain in the north, which was the command post of the Taliban.

In front of a cave dwelling the same size as a soldier's cave dwelling, a Taliban man in his 30s with a beard stood at the door.Judging from the opponent's clean clothes and the fact that he didn't carry a gun, he should be the leader here.

This leader is very young, with a pair of bright eyes and a dark aquiline nose, it looks like a wise and bloodthirsty horn.

After seeing the leader, the soldiers saluted one after another to show their respect for the leader.

"Are you Chinese?" The leader looked at the upright Zhao Ziyang and the indifferent little wild cat.

"Yes!" Zhao Ziyang nodded, neither humble nor overbearing, full of arrogance.

With a "bang", a big knife was still at Zhao Ziyang's feet.

"Chop off the heads of those two heretics." The leader said to Zhao Ziyang, and couldn't help but look at Zhao Ziyang seriously.

Zhao Ziyang glanced at the blood-stained broadsword under his feet, lightly picked it up with his toe, and turned around.

"Hey, you're not going to kill those two American soldiers, are you?" Little Wild Cat said to Zhao Ziyang in Mandarin, with a hint of hesitation in his eyes.

"If you don't kill them, you're heretics. If you kill them, you're good friends. How do you choose?" Zhao Ziyang said to the little wild cat with an indifferent face, and walked towards the two American soldiers with a big knife in his hand.

He knew very well the simplicity of these Taliban, if you stand on the same front with them, then you are a friend, a friend who can die for you.If you choose no, you are their enemy.

Under the current situation, Zhao Ziyang has no other choice but to chop off the heads of two American soldiers and become friends.The rank of the Taliban here is very low, and he cannot reveal his identity. If he is the leader of the Taliban No. [-], No. [-], and No. [-], it is not so troublesome at all. The lurkers only deal with them.

"Huang Pizhu, curse you, curse you!" Seeing Zhao Ziyang approaching with a machete, the American soldiers yelled, with anger bursting out of their eyes.

Maybe they were not so angry when facing the Taliban militants, but they were very angry when facing Zhao Ziyang.This was a psychological reason. Subconsciously they regarded Zhao Ziyang as a poor fellow who was also captured, but they never expected that this poor fellow like themselves would control their own life and death.

Swear, swear hard, you only have the right to swear... Zhao Ziyang said to himself, and swung his sword at an American soldier.

With a "plop", the head fell to the ground, and blood sprayed on Zhao Ziyang's pants.

"Pfft", blood shot out, Zhao Ziyang, who had cut off the head of an American soldier, did not stop at all, and cut off the head of the last American soldier with a backhand.

Throwing away the machete in his hand, Zhao Ziyang stared at the two corpses under his feet with an expressionless expression, and was extremely cold. Even the Taliban soldiers around him showed a faint fear in their eyes.

That's because the murderous aura emanating from Zhao Ziyang's body was too terrifying. They also killed people, and they were very cruel, but they were far less swift than Zhao Ziyang's strikes, without dragging their feet.It seemed that the man in front of him was born a butcher, and killing people seemed to be a common practice.

But no one knew that Zhao Ziyang felt extremely sick in his heart. The strong smell of blood was mixed with the excrement and urine of American soldiers after they died. That smell made people want to vomit.

Turning his head, Zhao Ziyang smiled at the leader of the Taliban, and then walked over with a bloody smell.

"Hahahaha... friend! friend!" the hooked-nosed leader let out a hearty laugh, walked up to Zhao Ziyang enthusiastically and embraced him, patted him on the shoulder and said loudly: "My friend, Allah is with you! "

These people who are blinded by religion are very simple. They simply only know their own Islam. Fighting and killing people for Islam are sacred, and there is no sense of guilt.Their criteria for choosing friends is also simple to barbaric, easy to make friends with, but difficult to make friends with.

The best example is the relationship between the Taliban and Osama bin Laden.

Regardless of the number one leader Omar being bin Laden's son-in-law, bin Laden himself is an Islamic jihadist, and the relationship between them is closer than brothers, so the Taliban government would rather go to war with the US military than betray bin Laden.

"I need a radio station." Zhao Ziyang said to the leader with a smile, "Maybe I need you to help me send messages through the radio station. I need to get in touch with my mercenary group."

"No problem!" The leader agreed happily, and introduced himself to Zhao Ziyang: "My name is Mohammed Khalid, you can call me Mohammed."

Muhammad used the general introduction method instead of the traditional introduction method. Obviously, he regarded Zhao Ziyang as a friend and respected Zhao Ziyang's habit of being an outsider.

"Code Name: Special Forces." Zhao Ziyang nodded.

"Special soldiers, friend!" Mohammed suddenly raised Zhao Ziyang's right hand and shouted at the surrounding soldiers.

"Friends! Friends! Friends! . . . "

The soldiers were like thunder, shouting the word "friend".

The little wild cat beside him blinked and nodded half-understood.She also knew what Zhao Ziyang's act of killing American soldiers represented, it represented friendship.If you don't kill them, the consequences will be unimaginable.

At this time, another group of Taliban soldiers came from the forest outside the station and escorted a heavily tied Westerner.

"Hey hey hey, I said guys, I'm really not an American soldier. I'm a young gambling king in Las Vegas. Although I have an American face, I'm not an American soldier, let alone a spy. I'm a hired Soldiers, come help your mercenaries!"

Hearing this voice, Zhao Ziyang smiled, waved at the poor guy, and showed a bright smile.