Chapter 28 Behead them

  The Taliban troops were stationed deep in the mountains, and it took a long time to get there. The base was mainly built on the mountain, with almost no temporary dwellings outside, all of which were blasted out of caves on the mountain using explosives, and then converted into camps, just like the old cave dwellings in northern Shaanxi province.

  Air superiority in Afghanistan is completely in the hands of the US military, and all houses outside will be hit by precision-guided strikes.

  The US military using a $2 million Tomahawk cruise missile to destroy a house worth $30 is not a joke, it's real.

  The US military has spent a huge amount of money on the war in Afghanistan and doesn't care about spending a bit more. This battle must be fought to achieve results that can calm public outrage, otherwise it will be impossible to justify wherever they go.

  A tent-like object in a mountainous area occupied by the Taliban will be hit by missiles at the first time. The reason is that there are people with tents, and those who can live in tents may be Taliban leaders, so the US military would rather spend $200,000 to bomb a $30 tent that may hide Taliban leaders.

  The killing of a Taliban leader directly proves that the US military's tactics are not wrong, proves that the government is not wrong, and proves that their anti-terrorism war is just. The Afghan War has now become not a war but an important manifestation of the US government consolidating and enhancing its global hegemony status.

  There are over 500 Taliban militants active in northern Ghazni, equivalent to two battalions, but the title is quite majestic, and the leader is called commander.

  In Afghanistan, Taliban forces of over 500 people are considered to be relatively large forces, and most have only dozens or hundreds of people.

  Soldiers wearing robes and covering their faces are stationed on the mountain stronghold and in the surrounding forests. These soldiers hold AK-47s, a small number of them holding sniper rifles modified with scopes from AK-47s.

  Apart from this, Taliban soldiers carrying rocket-propelled grenade launchers are their most common and advanced equipment. Occasionally, M-4 rifles seized from the US military become rewards for brave fighters in the organization.

  As they saw Zhao Ziyang and Xiaoyezi returning to their base with two men, the Taliban soldiers who were not on duty turned their eyes to them, showing great interest.

  Common in Westerners but not common in Orientals.

  "A bunch of dog shit! Fuck you! Fuck you!" A burst of curses came over, in perfect American English.

  Following the sound, Zhao Ziyang saw three bound US soldiers kneeling in the middle of the mountainous base. They were covered in blood all over their heads and faces, clearly having been subjected to brutal torture, and were now venting their dissatisfaction with curses.

  On a large tree on the west mountain forest, five or six bloody human heads were hung. Under the big tree, several headless corpses were casually thrown.

  Judging from the attire of the corpses and the appearance of their skulls, they are all American soldiers.

  A Taliban fighter carrying a large knife walks towards three bound US soldiers, chatting and laughing with his companions while making a slashing motion across his own neck, seemingly searching for the optimal spot.

  "Gasp!"

  A flash of knife light, the most ferocious US soldier was beheaded by a single knife, and fresh blood gushed out from his body, shooting up nearly one meter high. As his head was cut off, his body crashed to the ground with a loud thud, and the fountain-like fresh blood instantly dyed the land in front of him dark black.

  Seeing the US military beheaded, Zhao Ziyang had no emotional fluctuations. For the US military, he did not have any pity in his heart, and a bullet head in his body was still given by the US military.

  What made Zhao Ziyang feel strange was that the little wild cat didn't have any emotional fluctuations, and when he looked at her, she even smiled at him.

  "I don't like Americans." Xiaoyezi said to Zhao Ziyang: "Should be sliced to death, shouldn't be beheaded!"

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

  "Americans are infidels." The little head beside him, hearing Xiao Ye Mao's words, had a much friendlier gaze and continued to say: "They oppose Islamic teachings and should be punished."

  Taliban fighters are all devout Muslims who consider the teachings of Islam to be more important than anything else. The fighting they engage in is a holy war guided by Islamic teachings, and it is glorious and sacred.

  The Taliban, when recruiting members, first talk about the grievances they have suffered in life, as well as foreign occupying forces and the current government. Then ask how you view today's government, whether it conforms to Islamic teachings or not. If you answer that it does not conform to Islamic teachings, then you will get their recognition and help, and next is to swear allegiance to the leader.

  In the hearts of most Afghans, they do not recognize the current Afghan government because it is a puppet regime established by invaders and infidels. In comparison, they would rather join the Taliban, as the Taliban is the most devout Islamic organization.

  Two people were still at the central base, with the remaining two US soldiers less than ten meters away. The pungent smell of fresh blood clearly reached the nostrils of the two, making them involuntarily feel like vomiting.

  Zao Ziyang and Xiaoyemao were treated relatively well. Five or six Taliban soldiers held them at gunpoint, making them stand there.

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  "Save us! Save us!" An American soldier with a mouth agape and a bloody gash on his face begged Zhao Ziyang for help.

  It's just that his cry for help was misdirected, and Zhao Ziyang is also a temporary captive. Or rather, even if he wasn't a captive, he wouldn't have saved these two American soldiers; Zhao Ziyang is an unscrupulous little man who always bears grudges.

  "Are you with the Eight-Nation Alliance?" Little Wildcat asked loudly, covering her nose, her eyes blazing with anger.

  The American soldier's expectations vanished; he thought there were two Japanese in front of him.

  "You two, the leader wants to see you!" The little squad leader walked over and shouted at Zhao Ziyang and Xiaoyezi.

  Judging from the expression and tone of the other party, Zhao Ziyang was not difficult to guess what this Taliban leader had just said to the small head, estimated to be either reprimanded or scolded.

  Several Taliban soldiers pushed two people towards the big mountain in the north, where the command center of this Taliban was located.

  In front of a cave as large as the soldier's, a Taliban in his mid-30s with a thick beard stood at the entrance. Judging from his clean clothes and lack of armed escort, he was likely the leader here.

  This leader was very young, with a pair of bright eyes and an eagle nose that was heavy with yin energy, looking like a wise and bloodthirsty horn.

  The soldiers all saluted after seeing their leader, as a sign of respect for him.

  "Are you Chinese?" The leader eyed Zhao Ziyang, who was standing upright, and Xiao Ye, who had an indifferent expression.

  "Yes!" Zhao Ziyang nodded his head, neither humble nor arrogant, full of pride.

  A loud "clang" sound, a large knife was still under Zhao Ziyang's feet.

  "Cut off the heads of those two infidels." The leader said to Zhao Ziyang, and couldn't help but take a good look at him.

  Zhao Ziyang took a glance at the large knife with bloodstains on it under his feet, and with the tip of his foot, he lightly picked it up and turned around.

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

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  "Not killing them makes you a pagan, killing them makes you good friends, what will you choose?" Zhao Ziyang said indifferently to the little wild cat, carrying a big knife and walking towards the two US soldiers.

  He knew very well the simplicity of these Taliban, if you stand on the same line with them, then you are friends, friends who can sacrifice their lives for you. If you choose not to, then you are their enemy.

  Under the current circumstances, Zhao Ziyang had no other choice but to go and behead the two American soldiers in order to become friends. The level of Taliban here is very low, he cannot reveal his identity, if it were the number one, two or three leaders of the Taliban, there would not have been so much trouble, the undercover agent only deals with them.

  "Huangpi pig, curse you, curse you!!" Seeing the American soldier wielding a machete and walking over, Zhao Ziyang burst into a loud scolding, with flames of anger shooting out from his eyes.

  Perhaps they were not so angry when facing the Taliban armed men, but when facing Zhao Ziyang, they showed intense anger. This is a psychological reason, subconsciously they regarded Zhao Ziyang as the same poor wretch who was also captured, but unexpectedly this poor wretch who was just like themselves actually controlled their life and death.

  Go ahead and curse, you only have the right to curse... Zhao Ziyang muttered in his heart, charging at a US soldier with a big knife.

  With a "thud", the head fell to the ground, and fresh blood splattered onto Zhao Ziyang's pants.

  "Whoosh", blood splattered, Zhao Ziyang beheaded an American soldier without any hesitation, and with a backhand stroke, he cut off the last American's head.

  He casually threw away the machete in his hand, Zhao Ziyang stared at the two corpses under his feet with a expressionless face, extremely cold and cruel, even the Taliban soldiers around him showed a faint fear in their eyes.

  It's because the killing aura emanating from Zhao Ziyang is too terrifying, they also kill people, and very cruelly, but far less than Zhao Ziyang's swift and decisive moves, without any hesitation or mercy. It seems that this person was born to be a butcher, and killing people seems to be an everyday affair for him.

  But who knows that Zhao Ziyang's heart is nauseating to death, the thick bloody smell mixed with the feces and urine of the dead American soldiers, the smell makes people want to vomit as soon as they smell it.

  Zhao Ziyang turned his head and burst out a smile at the Taliban leader, then walked over with a big stride, covered in blood.

  Hahaha... friend

  "Ah, friend!" The eagle-nosed man burst out in a hearty laugh, walking up enthusiastically and embracing Zhao Ziyang, patting his shoulder vigorously as he exclaimed: "My friend, God be with you!"

  These people who are obsessed with religion are simple, only knowing their own Islam, fighting and killing for Islam is sacred, without a sense of guilt. Their standard for choosing friends is also simple to the point of being barbaric, easy to get along with, yet difficult to get along with.

  The best example is the relationship between Taliban and Bin Laden.

  Leaving aside that Mullah Omar is Bin Laden's son-in-law, Bin Laden himself is an Islamic holy warrior and their relationship is closer than brothers, so the Taliban government would rather fight the US military than betray Bin Laden.

  "I need a radio." Zhao Ziyang smiled and said to the leader, "Or I need your help in sending a message with the radio. I need to get in touch with my mercenary group."

  "No problem!" The leader responded with a pleasant expression, and introduced himself to Zhao Ziyang: "My name is Muhammad Khalid. You can call me Muhammad."

  Muhammad used a universal way of introduction, without using the traditional way, apparently treating Zhao Ziyang as a friend and respecting his habits as an outsider.

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

  "Special soldier, friend!!!" Muhammad suddenly raised Zhao Ziyang's right hand and shouted loudly to the surrounding soldiers.

  "Friend! Friend! Friend!……"

  The soldiers were like thunder, loudly shouting two words: "Friends!"

  A little wild cat beside blinked its eyes, nodding its head as if it understood. She also knew what Zhao Ziyang's killing of American soldiers meant - a symbol of friendship. If they didn't kill, the consequences would be unthinkable.

  Just then, another Taliban soldier came from the mountain forest outside the base, bringing a Westerner who was tied up with five flowers.

  "Hah, hah, hah! I'm telling you, buddies, I'm not an American soldier. I'm the Las Vegas Kid, a young gambler from Las Vegas. Although I have an American face, I'm not an American soldier, nor am I a spy. I'm a mercenary, a hired gun here to help you!"

  Zhao Ziyang smiled when he heard this voice, waved his hand at the poor guy and showed a brilliant smile.