Chapter 31 The Most Outstanding Warrior
Dao Feng, with a bruised face and nose, saw Zhao Ziyang, who looked fine, and his eyes widened. After being surprised, he immediately showed excitement, as if he had met an old friend in a foreign land.
"Special forces! Special forces! I'm here, I'm here!" Blade shouted at Zhao Ziyang, squeezed out a way from the Taliban soldiers, and ran towards Zhao Ziyang excitedly.
The Taliban soldier holding the blade received a signal from the leader and let him run forward. It was clear that the captured American knew the Chinese special forces soldier and they might be comrades-in-arms.
"Oh my god , it's so nice to meet you, God bless you, Amen!" Blade kept muttering, and after feeling the look in Mohammed's eyes, he immediately changed the object of his prayer: "God is above, long live Allah!"
Muslims believe in only one God: Allah. Therefore, the gods of other faiths are false gods, and there is only the omnipotent Allah.
"How did you become like this?" Zhao Ziyang looked at Daofeng's cheek, which was almost beaten into a pig's head, with some amusement, and reached out to untie him.
Blade, who was now free, stretched his stiff arms, took a deep breath, his eyes full of resentment.
"Hey, don't mention it." Daofeng stared at the Taliban soldier with some resentment, and said to Zhao Ziyang: "After escaping from Grishk, I ran towards the Taliban base and ran into these guys. Of course, I was very civilized, but who knew that they would tie me up and beat me to death. It was so barbaric!"
After listening to Dao Feng's complaints, Zhao Ziyang understood what was going on: Dao Feng was looking for the Taliban, met Taliban soldiers, and surrendered voluntarily without being recognized by others, and was captured. Who knew that he would be beaten up after surrendering, and these soldiers didn't know who he was.
The Taliban hates Americans and British the most. Captured American soldiers will be beheaded in public, and captured female American soldiers will generally be gang-raped, but they will be left with a breath of life so that they can use this as bargaining chip to talk to the US military.
"How are others?" A trace of anxiety flashed in Zhao Ziyang's eyes.
"They all protruded out, just in different directions." Daofeng said to Zhao Ziyang while gently touching his swollen lips.
"That's good." Zhao Ziyang breathed a sigh of relief, feeling touched in his heart: the once powerful Lurker Mercenary Group now has to rely on the Taliban to survive. It has to be said that this is a huge irony.
But it's best if everything is fine. With the Taliban's mutual contacts, they will reunite and remain strong. The setback is only temporary, and we will always encounter such a situation again in the future.
After a brief introduction to Mohammed, several people went into Mohammed's room and contacted the outside world with the help of Mohammed. Fortunately, they quickly contacted teammates in other Taliban armed forces, but they could not contact the base no matter what.
Since they couldn't get in touch, they had to give up and the team members had to get together first.
After contacting the Taliban's top brass and confirming the identities of Zhao Ziyang and Dao Feng, their attitude immediately changed again and they were treated as guests of honor.
"Mr. Special Forces, Mr. Blade, I'm so sorry , so sorry..." Mohammed apologized to the two of them with a very humble attitude, looking at Blade's broken face awkwardly.
For Mohammed, he is only a middle-level commander of the Taliban and can only keep a low profile in front of the lurkers. This is because the existence of the lurkers is very special. It is a powerful military force and an ally recognized by the Taliban.
This is like Al-Qaeda, an indestructible ally. This is inseparable from the purpose of the Lurkers to always serve the third world countries. Without the faith of the Black Hawk and the mercenary group, they would not have the friendship of the Taliban.
"It's okay, it's okay. We also want to thank Commander Mohammed for saving our lives." Zhao Ziyang said to Mohammed with a smile, patted his shoulder vigorously and said, "I hope we can go to the southern desert to meet up with other teammates as soon as possible. The US military's clearing operation against you will be carried out when the Norwegian army arrives."
"Okay, I'll arrange it as soon as possible!" Mohammed nodded decisively. This matter was a major event at the moment, and the southern Taliban headquarters had already given instructions, so he dared not neglect it in the slightest.
Obedience, the Taliban troops have a very strong sense of obedience, stronger than any other country's troops in the world, although they look very scattered and don't look like a regular army at all. But they have something that other countries' armies don't have, that is, faith.
Under the control of discipline and common beliefs, every soldier is Omar's most loyal follower. Any soldier who dares to disobey will be brutally killed as a pagan, and the entire family will be expelled. Therefore, Taliban soldiers have a strong sense of obedience, and everyone from top to bottom is afraid of the cruelty under religion.
"Hey, do you have any apples?" The little wild cat sitting on the chair asked Mohammed loudly and threw away an apple core.
This girl is feeling comfortable. She doesn't think about anything and doesn't ask anything. She just eats and drinks and is leisurely and contented.
A Taliban soldier heard this and hurried to find an apple to satisfy the wild cat's mouth.
"My little lover?" Dao Feng raised his eyebrows at Zhao Ziyang.
"By the way, don't you want to learn Chinese Kung Fu? This little wild cat is at the master level." Zhao Ziyang pointed at the little wild cat with a porcelain doll face and said to Daofeng seductively.
"Really?" Dao Feng's eyes lit up, and he immediately curled his lips and said, "Special Forces, you are just cheating. I don't believe that such a little girl is a master."
"Have I ever lied to you?" Zhao Ziyang showed an impatient expression.
Seeing Zhao Ziyang's expression, Daofeng's eyes lit up again, and he walked towards the little wild cat with a smile, intending to test it first.
At this time, Mohammed looked at Zhao Ziyang with an expression as if he wanted to say something, but he felt embarrassed to say it out loud.
"Commander Mohammed, I would like to visit your camp." Zhao Ziyang smiled and suggested.
This proposal made Mohammed very happy, and he immediately led the way and showed Zhao Ziyang around their camp.
It was evening now, and the Taliban guerrillas who had been out had returned. They were either staying in the caves chatting and gossiping, or lying lazily against the mountain with their guns in their arms, enjoying the comfort brought by the sunset.
"These are the most outstanding fighters in our jihad. They have gone through battle after battle, and each of them has scars of honor on his body." Mohammed pointed at the Taliban soldiers under his command and said proudly to Zhao Ziyang.
But Zhao Ziyang couldn't figure out what was so outstanding about these soldiers. Perhaps excellence in his eyes was different from that in the eyes of the Afghans.
"Very good soldiers, you are the pride of Islam." Zhao Ziyang praised these soldiers somewhat against his will.
As if seeing through Zhao Ziyang's thoughts, Mohammed pointed at a soldier and shouted a few times in the local dialect.
When the soldier heard Mohammed's voice, he immediately stood up, his eyes full of determination, and without hesitation, he roared loudly and rushed forward towards the mountains and forests in the south.
Zhao Ziyang felt a little puzzled about the soldier's actions, but what happened next shocked him completely, and he had to admit that these were indeed a group of the best fighters in the world.
With a loud bang, the soldier who was running to the southern mountain was knocked down by a landmine, and his legs were blown off at the knees.
But it wasn't over yet. The soldier continued to crawl forward with his hands, enduring the pain, until he touched another mine.
"boom!"
The mine exploded under the soldier's chest, blowing the soldier up several dozen centimeters, and then he fell heavily to the ground without a sound.
Zhao Ziyang was shocked. What he saw was not a soldier, but a perverted belief. Under the belief, these Taliban soldiers could throw away their names at any time. They had no self and no purpose of living. They only had faith and loyalty.
If such soldiers are not outstanding, what other soldiers are outstanding? Any country with such soldiers will never be defeated, because they have a common belief and are willing to do anything for their common belief!
"You are the best fighters!" Zhao Ziyang said sincerely, with shock still lingering in his eyes.
Abnormal beliefs and abnormal commanders often create a force that no one can defeat. Today you walk through a minefield without hesitation, and tomorrow you can use your body to fill up the enemy's tanks.
But this is the sadness of human nature, having no thoughts of one’s own.
But if one day these soldiers develop their own thoughts, the Taliban will face a storm of destruction.
"Yes, they are the best fighters!" Mohammed's eyes were filled with fanaticism, and it was obvious that he was ready to sacrifice himself at any time.
At this moment, a huge buzzing sound was heard in the distance, and an airplane flew over from the distant sky.
In Afghanistan, where air supremacy is completely in the hands of the US military, it goes without saying that this is a US military aircraft.
Seeing the planes in the sky, the Taliban soldiers fell into panic.
"Air raid! Air raid!..."
Taliban soldiers rushed into the cave to avoid the coming bombing. At this time, the fanaticism in Mohammed's eyes disappeared, replaced by fear.
"Mr. Special Forces, let's retreat to the cave." Mohammed suggested.
But Zhao Ziyang acted as if he didn't hear it. He looked up at the American plane flying over with his hands behind his back, without any fear in his eyes.
"Mohammed, don't be afraid, it's okay." A calm voice came out of Zhao Ziyang's mouth, revealing strong confidence.
This sentence seemed to have a great soothing effect, making the frightened Mohammed calm down a lot. He stuck close to Zhao Ziyang and looked at the plane in the sky.
He was the leader and had to stay calm. But he knew that his calmness was brought to him by the Chinese man next to him. Subconsciously, he believed what Zhao Ziyang said, and the other party's confidence was something he had never seen before.
The plane flew over the base in an instant and flew away to the east in front of everyone's eyes. There was no bomb, no attack, just a small episode.
But this little episode made Mohammed admire Zhao Ziyang so much that he now believed that he was the absolute strongest mercenary.
The soldiers rushed out instantly, holding their rifles high and shouting, their eyes full of fanaticism, and the objects of their fanaticism were their leader and Zhao Ziyang.
This is the bravest, most outstanding and most excellent warrior, and few people can do it.
"Mohammed." Zhao Ziyang called Mohammed, turned around and said to him: "Arrange someone to send us to the southern desert overnight, as soon as possible."
"Yes!" Mohammed nodded immediately and looked at Zhao Ziyang with admiration as he strode towards his cave.
As for what he wanted to say to Zhao Ziyang, he threw it aside. He knew that his prestige had risen again and God would always be by his side.
"Special forces, we have to leave quickly. The reconnaissance plane must have taken pictures, and this place will soon be attacked by bombers." Seeing Zhao Ziyang walking in, Daofeng quickly jumped to his side.
The room looked particularly messy. The little wild cat continued to chew on an apple. Several copper coins were embedded in the ground, with only a small part of them exposed. It seemed that Daofeng was frightened by the little wild cat and regarded Zhao Ziyang as a savior.
"I've already requested it. We will be sent away soon." Zhao Ziyang nodded, feeling a little amused.
He would never tell Mohammed that it was a reconnaissance plane. If it was a bomber, he, Zhao Ziyang, would be the first to hide in the cave.
However, this reconnaissance plane came at the right time. His cool actions would make the Taliban worship him. These people were barbaric, simple, and admired the strong. Zhao Ziyang's actions would undoubtedly be regarded as religious by them.
They are a group of devout Muslims who always attribute things to Allah.
Things went smoothly, and Zhao Ziyang and the other two were immediately arranged to go to the southern desert overnight. When they left, Mohammed gave the three people a bag of compressed biscuits seized from the US military to express his gratitude.
Zhao Ziyang and Dao Feng smiled bitterly. The compressed biscuits they ate until they wanted to vomit were perfect dry food for the Taliban. It was hard to refuse such a generous offer. The good thing was that the little wild cat threw away the apple and became interested in the compressed biscuits.
The three were escorted by several Taliban soldiers towards the Taliban headquarters in the southern desert, where they joined other sleeper cell members who were also heading there to continue the sleeper cell's fight.
