Chapter 29: The Most Outstanding Warrior

  The knife's edge, which had turned blue and swollen, saw Zhao Zi Yang, who looked like nothing was wrong with him, and his eyes widened in surprise. After the initial shock, he immediately showed a face full of excitement, somewhat like the feeling of meeting an old friend in a foreign land.

  "Special soldier! Special soldier! I'm here, I'm here!" The knife edge rushed to Zhao Ziyang, shouting loudly, and squeezed out a path from the Taliban soldiers, excitedly running towards Zhao Ziyang.

  The Taliban soldier, who was holding a knife, got the nod from his leader and let him run forward. It was clear that this American who had been caught and brought back knew this Chinese special forces operative, possibly as comrades-in-arms.

  "Thank God, it's great to meet you, amen!" Blade muttered repeatedly, feeling Muhammad's gaze afterwards, immediately changing the object of prayer: "Allah is above, long live Allah!"

  In Islam, Muslims have only one God in their eyes: Allah. So the gods of other faiths are all false gods, and only the omnipotent great god Allah is true.

  "How did you end up like this?" Zhao Ziyang looked at the swollen face of Dao Feng with a hint of amusement, and reached out to untie his bonds.

  The body got free from the knife's edge, stretched out its stiff arms, took a deep breath, and eyes filled with sorrow.

  "Hey, never mind." The knife edge gazed at the Taliban soldier with some resentment and said to Zhao Ziyang: "After escaping from Gereshk, I ran towards the Taliban's residence. As soon as I arrived, I met these guys. Of course, I was very civilized, but who knew they would tie me up and beat me to death? It's really too barbaric!"

  After hearing Dao Feng's grievances, Zhao Zi Yang understood what was going on: Dao Feng had been searching for the Taliban and encountered some Taliban soldiers. Under the circumstances where no one recognized him, he voluntarily surrendered but ended up getting beaten badly. Who knew that surrendering would lead to such a vicious beating?

  The Taliban's most hated are Americans and British, captured US soldiers will be beheaded in public, captured female US soldiers will generally be gang-raped but left alive to use as bargaining chips for negotiations with the US military.

  "What about others?" A hint of anxiety flashed in Zhao Ziyang's eyes.

  "They all stood out, just in different directions." The knife edge gently stroked his swollen lips and said to Zhao Ziyang.

  "That's good." Zhao Ziyang let out a sigh, and a feeling rose up in his heart: the once powerful mercenary group, the Lurkers, now actually had to rely on the Taliban to survive, which was truly a huge irony.

  But nothing is better than that, under the Taliban's connection with each other, they will reunite and remain strong. The setback is only temporary, and in the future, we will always encounter such a situation again.

  Here is the translation:

  Mohammed briefly introduced himself, and a few people entered Mohammed's room to make contact with the outside world with his help. Fortunately, they soon made contact with their comrades in other Taliban armed groups, but attempts to contact the base were unsuccessful no matter what.

  Unable to contact, had to give up, can only get these team members together first.

  After contacting with the Taliban high-level, Zhao Ziyang and Dāo Fēng's identities were confirmed, and their attitude changed again immediately, treating them as honored guests.

  "Special Soldier, Mr. Knife, I'm really sorry, really sorry......" Muhammad apologized to the two of them, his attitude was quite humble, and he looked at Knife's broken face with embarrassment.

  For Mullah Mohammad, he was only a mid-level commander of the Taliban, and in front of the sleeper cells, there was only a low-key division. This is because the existence of the sleeper cells is special, it is a powerful military force, and at the same time, it is an ally recognized by the Taliban.

  This is just like Al-Qaeda, an unbreakable ally. This point is inseparable from the purpose of sleeper agents serving third world countries forever. Without the faith of Black Hawk and mercenaries, they cannot get Taliban's friendship.

  "It's all right, it's all right. We should thank Commander Mohammed for saving our lives." Zhao Ziyang smiled and patted Mohammed on the shoulder, saying: "I hope to arrange for us to head to the southern desert to rendezvous with other teammates as soon as possible. The US military will carry out a clearing operation against you when the Norwegian troops arrive."

  "Alright, I'll arrange it as soon as possible!" Muhammad nodded curtly. This matter was a big deal at the moment, and the Taliban headquarters in the south had already given instructions, so they didn't dare to slack off even a bit.

  Obedience, the Taliban's troops have a very strong sense of obedience, stronger than any country's troops in the world. Although they look very scattered and don't have the appearance of regular army, they possess something that other troops do not - faith.

  Under the sway of discipline and shared faith, every soldier was Omar's most loyal follower; any who dared to disobey were brutally killed as infidels, and their entire families were expelled. So Taliban soldiers had a strong sense of obedience from top to bottom, fearing the cruelty under religion.

  "Hey, are there any more apples?" The little wild cat sat on the chair with an air of importance and loudly asked Muhammad, casually throwing away an apple core.

  This little girl is comfortable, doesn't think about anything, doesn't ask anything, eats when she should eat, drinks when she should drink, and enjoys herself.

  A Taliban soldier heard this and hurriedly went to find an apple to satisfy the wild cat's mouth.

  "Little lover?" The blade's edge flashed as Zhao Ziyang raised an eyebrow.

  "Right, aren't you interested in learning Chinese Kung Fu? This little wild cat is a master-level one." Zhao Ziyang pointed at the little wild cat with a porcelain doll-like face, saying to Dao Feng with a tempting tone.

  "Really?" The sharp-eyed knife's eyes lit up, and he immediately curled his lips and said: "Special forces, you're just cheating people out of their money, I don't believe that such a little girl is the master."

  "Have I ever deceived you?" Zhao Ziyang showed an impatient expression.

  Seeing Zhao Ziyang's expression, Knife Edge's eyes lit up again, and he smiled and walked towards Little Wildcat, planning to probe first.

  At this time, Muhammad looked at Zhao Ziyang with an expression that seemed to want to say something, but also had a feeling of being too embarrassed to speak up.

  "Commander Muhammad, I'd like to take a look around your camp." Zhao Ziyang proposed with a smile.

  The proposal delighted Muhammad, who immediately led Zhao Ziyang on a tour of their camp.

  It was late afternoon, the Taliban guerrillas who had gone out had returned, either chatting idly in their caves or leaning against the mountains with guns, enjoying the comfort brought by the sunset.

  "These are the most excellent warriors in our holy war, they have been through battle after battle, and each of them has honor scars on their body." Muhammad proudly pointed to the Taliban soldiers under his hand and said to Zhao Ziyang.

  But how could Zhao Ziyang see that these warriors were outstanding in any way, perhaps what he considered outstanding and what the Afghans considered outstanding were different.

  "Good warriors, this is the pride of your Islam." Zhao Ziyang somewhat reluctantly praised these warriors.

  It seemed that Muhammad had seen through Zhao Ziyang's mind. He pointed to a soldier and shouted several times in the local dialect.

  The soldier immediately stood up upon hearing Muhammad's voice, his eyes filled with unwavering determination, and without hesitation loudly shouted as he charged forward towards the southern mountain forest.

  As for the soldier's action, Zhao Ziyang felt a little inexplicable, but what happened next shocked him thoroughly, and he had to admit that this was indeed a group of the world's most outstanding warriors.

  A loud explosion, the warrior who ran to the south mountain was blown down by a landmine, his legs were severed from the knee.

  But it didn't end there. The soldier continued to crawl forward with his hands, enduring the pain until he reached another landmine.

  "Boom!"

  The landmine exploded under the soldier's chest, sending the entire body flying up tens of centimeters before crashing back down with no further sound.

  What shook Zhao Ziyang's eyes was not the warriors, but a kind of perverted faith. Under this faith, these Taliban soldiers could abandon their names at any time, they had no self, nor did they have the purpose of living, there were only faith and loyalty.

  What kind of soldier is excellent if such a soldier is not excellent? Any country that has such soldiers will never be defeated, because they have a common faith and are willing to do anything for their common faith!

  "You are the most outstanding warriors!" Zhao Ziyang said with a sincere and solemn tone, his eyes still filled with shock.

  Perverted beliefs combined with perverted commanders often create an invincible force. Today, they are fearless in rushing into the minefield, and tomorrow they can use ** to fill up the enemy's tanks.

  But this is also a tragic aspect of human nature, having no thoughts of one's own.

  But if one day these soldiers have their own thoughts, then the Taliban will usher in a devastating storm.

  "Yes, they are the most excellent warriors!" Muhammad's eyes gleamed with a fanatical light, and it was evident that he too was ready to sacrifice himself at any moment.

  Just then, a loud humming noise came from afar, and an airplane flew over the distant horizon.

  The airspace is completely in the hands of the US military in Afghanistan. It goes without saying that this is a US military plane.

  The Taliban soldiers were thrown into a panic at the sight of planes in the sky.

  "Air raid! Air raid!......"

  Taliban soldiers swarmed into the mountain caves, hiding from the impending bombing. At this time, Muhammad's fervor in his eyes disappeared, replaced by horror.

  "Special soldier, let's retreat back to the cave." Muhammad suggested.

  Zhao Ziyang seemed not to have heard it at all, looked up at the US military plane flying over, put his hands behind his back, and there was no fear in his eyes.

  "Muhanmu, don't be afraid, it's okay." A calm voice came from Zhao Ziyang's mouth, exuding strong confidence.

  This sentence seemed to have a great soothing effect, making Muhammad, who was in a panic, calm down a lot and stick tightly to Zhao Zi Yang as he looked up at the plane in the sky.

  He was the leader and had to remain calm. But he knew that this calmness was brought by the Chinese man beside him, subconsciously believing Zhao Ziyang's words, whose confidence he had never seen before.

  The plane suddenly flew over the base and flew far east in everyone's eyes. No bombs, no attacks, just a small episode.

  But this little episode made Muhammad admire Zhao Ziyang with all his heart, and he now believed that the other party was indeed the strongest mercenary without any discount.

  Soldiers poured out instantly, holding up the rifles in their hands and shouting loudly, with frenzy in their eyes, and the object of their frenzy was their leader and Zhao Zi Yang.

  This is the bravest, most outstanding and excellent warrior, and only a few people can achieve it.

  "Muhammad." Zhao Ziyang called out to Muhammad, turning around to face him and saying: "Arrange for someone to send us to the southern desert tonight, as soon as possible."

  "Yes!" Muhammad nodded immediately, looking at Zhao Ziyang with admiration as he walked towards his own cave in big strides.

  As for what he wanted to say to Zhao Ziyang, it was thrown aside. He knew that his prestige had been enhanced once again, and the real master was always by his side.

  "Special forces, we have to get out of here quickly. That reconnaissance plane must have taken photos and this place will be bombed soon." Seeing Zhao Ziyang walking in, Knife Edge hastily jumped to his side.

  The room looked particularly messy, the little wild cat continued to gnaw on an apple, several copper coins were embedded in the ground, only revealing a small part of them. It seemed that the knife was scared by the little wild cat, so it took Zhao Ziyang as its savior.

  "It's already been requested, we'll be sent off immediately." Zhao Ziyang nodded, with a hint of amusement in his heart.

  He wouldn't tell Muhammad that it was a reconnaissance plane. If it were a bomber, Zhao Ziyang would be the first to hide in the mountain cave.

  However, the arrival of this reconnaissance plane was timely. The cool moves would make these Taliban develop a psychology of worship for themselves. These people are barbaric, simple, and admire the strong, Zhao Ziyang's actions will undoubtedly be religiousized by them.

  This is a group of devout Islamic believers who always attribute everything to Allah.

  Things went smoothly, and Zhao Ziyang and the other two were immediately arranged to head to the southern desert overnight. As they left, Muhammad gave each of them a bag of compressed biscuits seized from the US military as a token of gratitude.

  Zhao Ziyang and Dāo Fēng couldn't help but smile wryly, the compressed biscuits that made them want to vomit were perfect dry rations for the Taliban. It's hard to refuse kindness. On a good note, Little Wildcat threw away the apple and started showing interest in the compressed biscuits.

  Three men were escorted by several Taliban soldiers to the southern desert Taliban headquarters, where they joined other members of the sleeper cell who had also gone there, continuing the sleeper's fight.