Chapter 14 Hatred
The 2001 Afghanistan War was a retaliatory war by the US military for the 9/11 terrorist attacks. The US-led coalition launched an attack on the Afghan al-Qaeda and Taliban forces on October 7, 2011, occupying towns in a flash and driving the opponents into the mountains.
However, the Taliban armed forces that entered the mountains did not stop fighting. When they realized that their tactics were wrong, they immediately relied on the mountains to fight, forming the tactical form of the previous Soviet-Afghan War, leaving the US military helpless.
During the war, the death toll of US troops on the battlefield continued to rise, gradually arousing opposition from the domestic people. Finally, under the pressure, the US government began to gradually withdraw from the Afghan battlefield and get rid of the quagmire.
However, the US government still has not given up its attack on the largest southern armed force. This time, it asked the Norwegian army to send additional troops to the battlefield in order to free up its hands to launch a devastating blow to the Taliban armed forces in the south, thereby diverting the attention of the domestic people with the last major victory and bidding farewell to the Afghan war in a magnificent way.
Grishk, Afghanistan.
Grishk is a small town in southern Afghanistan with a population of about 30,000 people, located 100 kilometers west of Kandahar. It is an oasis where the Helmand River flows out of the mountains, and is the only way from Kandahar to Herat. Its northern part is a complex mountainous terrain, and its southern part is the Balochistan Desert bordering Pakistan and Iran.
This city is under the control of the US military, but it is also a city where the Taliban are active. In fact, all cities in Afghanistan that can be accessed by roads are occupied by the US coalition forces, which have forced the Taliban into the mountains and forests, cutting off their food and water supply lines, hoping to force them out through this blockade.
Zhao Ziyang and Angel, dressed in the US Army's ACU digital camouflage universal combat uniforms, walked on the streets of Grishk, experiencing the customs of war-torn Afghanistan.
This small town seemed to be far away from the smoke of gunfire. Stores were open on both sides of the narrow street, and the hawkers' cries could be heard one after another. Pedestrians were walking in twos and threes on the street, bargaining with the hawkers from time to time.
The only signs of war that could be seen were the passing of American Humvees with machine guns, maintaining order in the area. The locals were no longer surprised by such scenes, having long been accustomed to the presence of the US military.
Similarly, the US military was not surprised by Zhao Ziyang and Angel wearing ACU, because all kinds of mercenaries appeared here every day.
"There is very little damage from war here." Zhao Ziyang said to Angel, pointing at the buildings and people in Muslim attire on the street.
He felt that this was a relatively good area in Afghanistan, at least there were no ruins of buildings that had been destroyed by bombings, and people were still living in relative peace, otherwise it would not be so prosperous.
"This place has been destroyed by war." Angel said to Zhao Ziyang coldly, "The war destroyed the hearts of these people, making them lose the desire to fight for freedom and become slaves of other countries."
After scanning the people on the street, Zhao Ziyang nodded.
He agreed with what Angel said. These people had indeed lost the will to fight for freedom and had become slaves. The United States was an aggressor. If the people of a country could not unite to resist the aggressor, then all the peace and comfort would be illusory.
They have to establish their own democratic regime, as a puppet regime controlled by invaders will never have any guarantee. But these people's eyes are full of indifference, they bend their legs to beg for a comfortable living environment, they have lost their minds, and what is left is just a body that can walk.
"But people think very simply. As long as they have food to eat and clothes to wear, it doesn't matter who is the leader of the country. Their demands are very simple." Zhao Ziyang said with emotion, but in his heart he felt sad for the Afghan people.
This is so similar to the Chinese people watching the Japanese killing Chinese people during the War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression. It seems that the awakening of any nation takes a long time to complete. Is it stupidity or nature?
"Simple?" Angel shook her head and said to Zhao Ziyang, "Do you know why suicide bombers carry out suicide attacks?"
"For faith?" Zhao Ziyang asked.
As soon as he said this, Angel looked at him with an idiotic look, which made Zhao Ziyang feel a little embarrassed. He knew that he seemed to have asked a stupid question.
"Do you think they would fight for their beliefs?" Angel pointed at the people on the road with disdain and said to Zhao Ziyang, "Hatred, only hatred can make them forget their own lives and seek revenge, just like you. "
Zhao Ziyang was silent. It was indeed out of hatred that he chose to become a mercenary. Perhaps Angel was right.
Seeing Zhao Ziyang frowning and falling silent, Angel pulled Zhao Ziyang towards the main road, went into a hillside on the right side of the road and lay there quietly. Zhao Ziyang didn't say anything, lying quietly on Angel's side, he knew Angel was teaching him a lesson again.
Not long after I lay down, a shabby pickup truck drove over, and three masked men jumped out and started digging the hard concrete road with pickaxes and shovels.
After digging a nearly 80-centimeter-deep pit, three people took a small gas tank from the car and buried it in the deep pit. They quickly buried the gas tank, leaving a section of the mobile phone antenna exposed on the surface.
"A homemade bomb, with the current from a mobile phone setting off the detonator, which in turn sets off the gas tank. The power is enough to overturn a U.S. military Hummer." Zhao Ziyang whispered to Angel. He already knew what the other party was going to do.
"No, that's not the purpose." Angel shook her head and pointed at the two people who didn't follow the car and said to Zhao Ziyang: "Did you see what they were holding?"
Two masked men, each holding an AK-47 rifle, ran quickly towards the residential area on the opposite hillside and went to the deepest part.
"Are they going to carry out sniping after blowing up the US military vehicles?" Zhao Ziyang asked doubtfully.
Angel shook her head, took out a pair of binoculars and handed them to Zhao Ziyang, pointing them at the attic at the highest point of the residential area on the opposite hillside.
Zhao Ziyang looked up with a telescope and could easily see the two masked men who had buried the bomb. However, one of them threw away his rifle and replaced it with a digital camera, which was nervously facing the road.
Zhao Ziyang seemed to understand, but not completely. Seeing that Angel didn't want to continue talking, he could only wait patiently.
Time passed minute by minute, and the bomb buried beside the road stayed there quietly, without any anomalous behavior, just waiting for the American military vehicles to pass by.
While waiting, Zhao Ziyang noticed two people in the attic opposite smoking heavily. Their smoking movements and frequency completely betrayed their nervous hearts.
"These two people are members of the Taliban." Angel said to Zhao Ziyang, but immediately changed her words: "No, they are not really members of the Taliban. They are just hired by the Taliban, but they are usually part of the Taliban."
Zhao Ziyang nodded, and when he looked at the two Taliban mercenaries, he found that they were in a state of extreme tension: one of them was holding the camera tightly with both hands and reaching towards the road, while the other was holding a mobile phone, ready to make a call.
There was a sound of cars in the distance, the unique sound of the US military Hummer. Now all they had to do was wait for the Hummer to reach the location where the bomb was buried, and the Taliban holding the phone would immediately dial the phone that was buried with the bomb as a detonator. A weak current would be generated, instantly setting off the detonator, causing the gas tank to explode and overturn the Hummer.
From afar, three Hummers loaded with soldiers were driving from west to east. There was a military base to the east. At this time, they had completed their necessary patrol mission and began to return to the base.
Three heavy machine guns were mounted on the roof of the vehicle by three soldiers, who were patrolling leisurely. They seemed to be very familiar with the place and did not believe that anyone would attack them. After all, this was the area they conquered, and no one dared to resist. Moreover, they were never alone, and the Taliban did not dare to fight head-on with three military vehicles full of soldiers.
The first military vehicle whizzed past, and the soldiers inside were laughing loudly, seemingly discussing something worth being happy about.
The Taliban in the attic quickly dialed the phone number and looked at the military vehicles on the road with nervousness and anticipation.
The second military vehicle still passed safely.
At this time, the Taliban holding the camera in the attic had his hands shaking, and it was unclear whether he was excited or agitated.
The military vehicle following closely behind followed the vehicle in front and drove to the edge of the road where the bomb was buried. Zhao Ziyang could clearly see an American soldier in the co-pilot seat taking out a photo and kissing it, his face full of longing and satisfaction.
That kind of yearning and satisfaction is not the love between a man and a woman , but the deep affection between a father and a son. This can be clearly seen on the face of this American soldier...
"boom!"
There was a loud explosion, and a ball of black and red flames leaped up from the ground. The Hummer that was driving in front of the bomb was overturned by the bomb. The rubble and steel pieces of the gas tank were violently shot in all directions under the power of the explosion.
A piece of steel cut right into the neck of the American soldier in the passenger seat, separating his head from his body, blood spurting out from the cut. The smile on his face had not yet solidified when his head was thrown out of the car.
As the military vehicle was overturned by the bomb, the machine gunner on the roof was crushed under the vehicle. His entire chest was almost crushed, blood kept flowing from his mouth, his upper body twitched slightly, and the life in his eyes quickly faded.
"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!" An American soldier who managed to escape shouted loudly and quickly raised his gun to fire blindly at the opposite hillside.
At the same time, the American soldiers in the two military vehicles in front stopped and jumped out of the vehicles and rushed over, reacting quickly to form a shrinking defensive tactical formation, rescuing the wounded, calling the base, and shooting.
The entire road was in chaos, and two Taliban in the attic far away licked their lips, looking at the American soldiers who were attacked by the bomb with excitement and excitement, and raised their rifles to shoot at the American soldiers.
“Da da da…” “Da da da…”
Fierce gunfire rang out, and the well-trained US troops immediately spotted the two Taliban militants in the attic and started shooting at them.
The two Taliban members seemed to have no intention of fighting. They just fired a few inaccurate shots and then immediately disappeared from the attic.
"Sir! Four people died and two were seriously injured!" An American soldier who was rescuing the wounded reported to the team leader.
The captain looked at his dead comrades, kicked the car door hard, took out his intercom and shouted: "We were attacked by the Taliban, four dead and two injured, requesting a cleanup, requesting a cleanup!"
"Ask for permission! Ask for permission!"
The captain who got the permission took a look at his comrades lying in a pool of blood, gnashed his teeth and shouted: "Kill them all! Kill them all!"
"GO GO GO!" A dozen American soldiers shouted loudly, rushed towards the residential area on the hillside with guns in hand and began a mopping-up operation.
“Da da da…” “Puff puff puff…” “Boom! Boom! Boom!…”
The American soldiers who entered the residential area began to conduct a house-to-house clearance operation, killing them all with grenades and rifles.
There were sounds of gunfire, explosions, and wailing. They were slaughtering civilians!
At the same time, two Taliban members went around to the west side of the road and continued to use cameras to film the scene of American soldiers slaughtering civilians.
Their purpose was not to kill a few American soldiers, but to provoke the American soldiers to kill their own compatriots, and then film it all for their own use.
