Chapter 30 Cut off their heads
The Taliban's base was located deep in the mountains and it took a long time to get there. The base was built on the mountain and there were basically no temporary residences exposed to the outside. All of them were caves blasted out with explosives on the mountain, and then the caves were transformed into camps, just like the old cave dwellings in northern Shaanxi.
The air supremacy in Afghanistan is completely in the hands of the US military, and all exposed houses will be hit by precision guided missiles. The US military uses a Tomahawk cruise missile that costs two million dollars to attack a house built for thirty dollars. This is not a joke, it is real.
The US military has spent a huge amount of money on the war in Afghanistan, and it doesn't care about spending a little more. If we want to fight this war, we must win a victory that can quell the anger of the people, otherwise we will not be able to explain ourselves no matter where we go.
If a tent or something like that appears in a mountainous area occupied by the Taliban, it will be attacked by missiles immediately. The reason is that where there is a tent, there are people, and the people who can live in the tent may be high-ranking Taliban leaders, so the US military would rather spend 2 million US dollars to bomb a 30-dollar tent that may hide a Taliban leader.
Killing a Taliban leader directly proves that the US military's tactics are not wrong, that the government is not wrong, and that the just war against terrorism they are waging is not wrong. The war in Afghanistan is no longer a war, but an important manifestation of the US government consolidating and improving its world hegemony.
This group of Taliban militants active in the northern part of Grichuk has about 500 people, equivalent to the strength of two battalions, but their name is very impressive and their leader is called the commander.
In Afghanistan, a Taliban armed force of more than 500 people is considered a relatively large force, while most have only dozens or hundreds of people.
Soldiers wearing robes and covering their faces stood guard on the mountain and in the surrounding forests. All of them held AK-47s, and a few held AK-47s modified into sniper rifles with scopes.
In addition, there are Taliban soldiers carrying rocket launchers, which is their most common and advanced equipment. Occasionally, M-4s seized from the US military become rewards for brave fighters in the organization.
Seeing their own people escorting a man and a woman back to the base, the Taliban soldiers who were not on guard turned their eyes to stare at Zhao Ziyang and the little wild cat with great interest.
It is common in Westerners but not in Easterners.
"Your this group of dog shit! Fuck you! Fuck you!" A burst of curses was heard in standard 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. Their heads and faces were covered in blood, and they were obviously tortured. At this time, they were venting their dissatisfaction by cursing.
Five or six bloody human heads were hung on the thickest tree in the western forest, and several headless corpses were thrown randomly under the tree. Judging from the clothes of the corpses and the appearance of their heads, they were all American soldiers.
A Taliban soldier carrying a big knife walked towards the three tied-up American soldiers. While chatting and laughing with his companions, he gestured at his neck with his hand, as if looking for the best position.
"puff!"
The knife flashed, and the American soldier who cursed the most fiercely was beheaded, and blood rushed up from his body and spurted nearly a meter high. As his head was chopped off, his body fell to the ground with a bang, and the blood like a spring instantly dyed the ground in front of him dark black.
Zhao Ziyang showed no emotion when he saw the American soldier's head being chopped off. He had no sympathy for the American soldiers, as the bullet in his body was caused by the American soldiers.
But what surprised Zhao Ziyang was that the little wild cat didn't show any emotional fluctuations. When he looked at her, she actually smiled at him.
"I don't like Americans." The little wild cat said to Zhao Ziyang, "They should be tortured to death, not beheaded!"
"Oh..." Zhao Ziyang nodded, hiding his complicated look.
"Americans are infidels." The little leader next to him looked much friendlier after hearing what the little wildcat said, and then said, "They are against Islamic teachings and should be punished."
All Taliban militants are devout Muslims who regard the doctrine as more important than anything else. The battle they are waging is a holy war guided by Islamic doctrine, which is glorious and sacred.
When recruiting members, the Taliban will first talk about the injustices they have suffered in life, as well as the foreign occupation forces and the current government. Then they will ask you what 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 recognition and help, and the next thing to do is to swear an oath to the leader.
In the hearts of most Afghans, they do not recognize the current Afghan government because it was established by invaders and is a pagan. In contrast, they are more willing to join the Taliban because the Taliban is the most devout Islamic organization.
The two men were thrown in the center of the base, less than ten meters away from the remaining two American soldiers. The pungent smell of blood clearly reached their nostrils, making them feel like vomiting.
Zhao Ziyang and the little wild cat were treated well. Five or six Taliban soldiers held them at gunpoint and made them stand there.
"Save us, save us!" An American soldier opened his bloody mouth and asked Zhao Ziyang for help.
But his request for help was obviously wrong, Zhao Ziyang was also a prisoner for the time being. Or even if he was not a prisoner, he would not have saved the two American soldiers. Zhao Ziyang was an open-minded villain who always held grudges.
"Did you join the Eight-Nation Alliance?" The little wild cat covered his nose and asked the American soldier loudly, with anger in his eyes.
The hope in the American soldier 's eyes disappeared, and he thought there were two Japanese in front of him.
"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, it was not difficult for Zhao Ziyang to guess what the Taliban leader had just said to the small leader. It was probably either a scolding or a reprimand.
Several Taliban soldiers pushed two people towards the mountains in the north, where the Taliban's command post was.
In front of a cave the same size as the soldier's cave, a Taliban man in his thirties with a big beard stood at the door. Judging from his clean clothes and the fact that he did not carry a gun, he should be the leader here.
This leader was very young, with a pair of bright eyes and a hooked nose that looked very sinister. He looked like an intelligent and bloodthirsty man.
When the soldiers saw the leader, they saluted to show their respect for him.
"Are you Chinese?" The leader looked at Zhao Ziyang who was standing upright and the little wild cat who looked indifferent.
"Yes!" Zhao Ziyang nodded, neither humble nor arrogant, full of pride.
With a "clang", a big knife fell at Zhao Ziyang's feet.
"Cut off the heads of those two pagans." The leader said to Zhao Ziyang, and couldn't help but look at Zhao Ziyang carefully.
Zhao Ziyang glanced at the bloody sword at his feet, picked it up with his toes, and turned around.
"Hey, you're not going to kill those two American soldiers, are you?" The little wild cat said to Zhao Ziyang in Mandarin, with a hint of hesitation in his eyes.
"If we don't kill them, they are infidels. If we kill them, we will be good friends. What do you want to choose?" Zhao Ziyang said to the little wild cat with an indifferent face, carrying a big knife and walking towards the two American soldiers.
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 risk his life for you. If you choose not to, then you are their enemy.
In this situation, Zhao Ziyang had no other choice but to chop off the heads of the two American soldiers and become friends. The Taliban here were of a very low level, and he could not reveal his identity. If it was the No. 1, No. 2, or No. 3 leader of the Taliban, it would not be that troublesome at all. The lurkers only dealt with them.
"Huang Pizhu, curse you, curse you!" The American soldier cursed at Zhao Ziyang when he saw him approaching with a machete, with anger in his eyes.
Maybe they were not so angry when facing the Taliban militants, but they showed strong anger when facing Zhao Ziyang. This was a psychological reason. Subconsciously, they regarded Zhao Ziyang as a poor fellow who was also captured, but they did not expect that this poor fellow like themselves could actually control their life and death.
Go ahead and curse as much as you can, that’s all you have the right to do… Zhao Ziyang muttered to himself as he swung his sword at an American soldier.
With a "plop", the head fell to the ground and blood spurted on Zhao Ziyang's pants.
"Puff", blood spurted out. Zhao Ziyang, who had chopped off the head of an American soldier, did not pause at all. He turned around and chopped off the head of the last American soldier with a knife.
Zhao Ziyang threw away the machete in his hand and stared at the two corpses at his feet with an expressionless and extremely cold face. Even the Taliban soldiers around him showed a hint of fear in their eyes.
That was because the murderous aura coming from Zhao Ziyang was too terrifying. They also killed people, and they were very cruel, but they were far from being as quick and decisive as Zhao Ziyang. It seemed that the man in front of him was born to be a butcher, and killing people seemed to be a common occurrence.
But no one knew that Zhao Ziyang felt extremely sick. The strong smell of blood mixed with the feces and urine of dead American soldiers made people want to vomit.
Zhao Ziyang turned around and smiled at the Taliban leader, then strode towards him with a smell of blood on his body.
"Hahahaha... Friend! Friend!" The hook-nosed leader laughed heartily, walked up to Zhao Ziyang enthusiastically, hugged him, patted his shoulder hard and said loudly: "My friend, Allah is with you!"
These people who are infatuated with religion are simple, they only know their Islam, they think fighting and killing for Islam is sacred, and they have no sense of guilt. Their criteria for choosing friends are also simple to the point of barbarism, they are easy to get along with, but difficult to get along with.
The best example is the relationship between the Taliban and Osama bin Laden.
Putting aside the fact that the number one leader Omar is bin Laden's son-in-law, bin Laden himself is an Islamic jihadist, and the relationship between them is closer than that of brothers, so the Taliban government would rather go to war with the US military than betray bin Laden.
"I need a radio." Zhao Ziyang said to the leader with a smile, "Or I need you to help me send a message using the radio. I need to get in touch with my mercenary group."
"No problem!" The leader agreed readily and introduced himself to Zhao Ziyang: "My name is Mohammed Khalid, you can call me Mohammed."
Mohammed used a common way of introduction instead of the traditional way, which showed that he regarded Zhao Ziyang as a friend and respected his habits as an outsider.
"Code name: Special Forces." Zhao Ziyang nodded.
"Special forces, friends!" Mohammed suddenly raised Zhao Ziyang's right hand and shouted loudly to the soldiers around him.
"Friends! Friends! Friends! ..."
The soldiers were as excited as thunder, shouting the word "friend" loudly.
The little wild cat beside her blinked her eyes and nodded, not quite understanding. She also knew what Zhao Ziyang's killing of American soldiers represented, it represented friendship. If he didn't kill them, the consequences would be disastrous.
At this moment, another group of Taliban soldiers rushed in from the mountains outside the base, escorting a Westerner who was tied up.
"Hey, guys, I'm really not an American soldier. I'm the teenage gambling king of Las Vegas. Even though I have an American face, I'm not an American soldier, let alone a spy. I'm a mercenary, a mercenary who's here to help you!"
Hearing the voice, Zhao Ziyang smiled, waved at the poor guy, and showed a bright smile.
