Chapter 46: Tiger in the Tunnel (Part 1)

Excluding the member of the "Killer Organization" who was shot and carried a rocket launcher by the War Xia Ge, eight religious fanatics who were armed with weapons and received military training in the Afghan terrorist training camp and were willing to devote themselves to truth and "God" and raised the "national flag" they formulated when they held the "xx National Congress" in Istanbul in 1992 and established the "xx International Federation of Stanstan" and sang their "national anthem". They followed the ropes on the helicopter and jumped into the battlefield composed of endless mountains and dense jungles under their feet.

In front of the camera, these religious fanatics all had a firm expression. Before jumping into the battlefield, they would shout slogans such as "Devote for Allah", "Strive for our holy war", and "Work for our ideal kingdom". These people were dressed like snow, with a tragic face on their faces, and jumped off the helicopter along the rope without looking back. They actually squeezed out a bit of cold wind and cold Yishui, and the heroes never returned once they left.

At this time, Amirali showed his extraordinary charm as a religion, spirit and actual leader. He said emotionally: "Did you see that? This is the warriors trained by our 'killer organization'! They are loyal and brave. Each of them, of course, also me, is willing to sacrifice for our justice and truth at any time! For the happiness of millions of our compatriots and for our holy war, we will never surrender to anyone. We are willing to grab the weapons in our hands to fight, bleed and sacrifice until we gain enough respect, until we finally establish an ideal country that belongs to us!"

As an ace field interview reporter, John Mitchell faced Alamili, who suddenly began to preach his "doctrine", with a kind smile of understanding and even nodded repeatedly to encourage Amilali. However, his partner, who was blocking the camera's face, raised a hint of imperceptible ridicule.

He and John Mitchell traveled around the world, and had never seen any characters or slogans ever heard? A rational analysis would be made that if Amirali's words were simply summed up, it would be the standard "Trinity political forces", throwing away all disguises and lies, to put it bluntly, they were a group of extreme nationalists who had the goal of division, religion as the cloak, and terrorist activities as the means to think they were noble enough.

What other good birds can be found when terrorists with Afghan guerrillas and the Taliban regime that just caused the September 11 incident?!

A few minutes later, eight armed members of the "killer organization" and Zhan Xiage met in a narrow road in the jungle. Fierce gunfires were rising one after another in the dense forest at the foot of the helicopter, and grenades and grenades were mixed in the middle, and balls of gunpowders rose from the sky above the forest. Although I couldn't see the battle situation below, Alamili announced in a proud manner: "In less than fifteen minutes, we can see the bodies of the two Chinese soldiers!"

Alamili's bodyguard captain Ma Jieshi couldn't help but smile bitterly. The eight religious fanatics sent out just now were not afraid of death, but they had only received military training in Afghanistan training camps for several months. Although they had dealt with the armed police in Chinese border cities, their war experience in fighting professional soldiers was almost zero. Faced with two Chinese special forces super elites who had long thrown the Geneva Convention out of the sky and blatantly shouted out a battle flag dyed red with blood, what are their advantages besides having a few more people?!

When more than 200 members of the joint force arrived, they were in a mess. The bullet shells everywhere proved that there had been a short and fierce battle here. The bodies of eight "killer organizations" armed religious fanatics were scattered in every corner of the jungle. Each of them had a deep bullet hole in their eyebrows. They were obviously shot and killed, but for some reason, there was another knife wound on each of them.

On the battle flag in Zhan Xiage and his friends' hands, eight more blood marks were added.

After receiving the report from the commander of the Joint Pursuit Force, Amirali ordered his return with a pale face. Facing the camera, he left a passage: "I will definitely let you see the bodies of the two Chinese soldiers. In the name of Allah, I will definitely do it!"

The next day, Amirali brought nine more "killer organization" militants, John Mitchell and his videographer, and boarded the helicopter.

Another three thousand heavy machine gun bullets were fired, dozens of rocket launchers were bombarded, and then nine armed religious fanatics of the "killer organization" with combat experience jumped into the jungle again.

When more than 200 joint pursuit troops arrived, they saw nine corpses scattered in the jungle. On Zhan Xiage and their battle flag, nine more blood marks were added.

Amirali didn't say anything to the camera this time. Faced with such an ending, he wanted to promote the "killer organization" to the world. However, his wonderful action to attack the Chinese government on the international stage turned into a slap in the face. He really had nothing to say.

After returning to the base in the deep mountains, the highest commander of the Chechen anti-government armed forces who shared the same hatred of the enemy with the "killer organization" said to Alami: "Although your soldiers are brave, they have not received regular military training after all, and have no practical experience, lack good tacit understanding and cooperation, and do not understand firepower matching. It is normal for them to defeat them one by one in the jungle war. So, tomorrow I will transfer a team of soldiers who have experienced two independent wars and have rich jungle guerrilla combat experience."

Amirali pondered for a moment, but nodded. Now he couldn't care who killed the two Chinese soldiers. The most important thing was that they had to destroy the two Chinese soldiers in the shortest time. If the time delayed for one more day, their color would be lost by one point.

On the third day, the helicopter was a team of experienced and tacit soldiers of Chechen anti-government army. These soldiers who survived through two Chechen wars were all elites who had experienced many battles. After most of the Chechen anti-government armed forces were annihilated in the Second Chechen War, they hid in the deep mountains and continued to fight with the government forces based on the mountains and dense forests. They were a group of professional masters proficient in jungle guerrilla warfare.

To use John Mitchell's speech to the camera, it means "This has evolved from a game between professional soldiers and militias to a fierce showdown between professional soldiers and professional soldiers!"

John Mitchell shouted at the microphone: "I must admit that I am afraid of them! I am afraid of their attitude, their eyes, and the dagger they are playing with. Believe me, they are a group of real soldiers who have killed people without blinking, and they don't know how many lives they have! If you can stand in front of them, you will feel uncomfortable like me, because there is always something cold that makes people feel scared. As long as you still want to survive, you'd better stay away from them!"

Before the helicopter took off, John Mitchell interviewed a Chechen army soldier who was slowly wiping his rifle. He was still muttering a huge pipe in his mouth. As the red sparks turned red and dark in the pipe, the pungent smell of smoke floated in the helicopter's narrow cabin.

"Ahem... so choked!" John Mitchell asked in Russian: "What tobacco leaf are you smoking?"

This soldier is a genuine veteran. He is probably in his forties. On his face full of graceful face, he was calm and indifferent to life and death. Facing John Mitchell's inquiry, he gently spit out a cigarette ring and replied without raising his head: "It's not tobacco leaves. Our supply line is blocked now, and I can only stay in this deep mountain. I haven't found the tobacco leaves for a long time. I smoke dry cow dung!"

Dried cow dung!

John Mitchell suddenly widened his eyes and smelled the pungent smell. His throat surging for a long time before he could barely control his desire to vomit.

The veteran looked at John Mitchell, who was struggling with a smile in his eyes. He knocked the pipe in his hand on the expensive helicopter cabin, knocking off the dry cow dung that had turned into ashes. He put away the small cloth bag containing the "tobacco leaves" of the dry cow dung, took out the second cloth bag from his pocket, took out some long white "strips" of the tobacco from it, and filled them into the pipe. With the light sound of the lighter, the light blue smoke slowly rose up again.

Facing John Mitchell's puzzled look, the veteran raised a pipe carved from wood in his hand and said, "The corn cob is actually not as good as dry cow dung, and it has to be cut into thin strips with a knife, which makes it a lot of trouble to suck it."

John Mitchell was stunned again. The photographer behind him took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, pulled out one from it and handed it to the veteran. The photographer thought for a moment, put the cigarette back and delivered the whole pack to the veteran.

The veteran smiled. He took out a cigarette and carefully twisted the cigarette, took out all the tobacco leaves, mixed it into his corn cob "tobacco leaves". He knocked off the original thing in his pipe and refilled the mixed variety of tobacco leaves. He raised his pipe to signal to the photographer, and smiled and said, "I like American cigarettes!"

The photographer's eyes fell on the gun that the veteran was wiping. It was an ak47 automatic rifle that had been used for no reason and had to be glued firmly with tape to not fall apart. If you look closely, you will find that the rifle of the gun was almost flattened. The photographer asked curiously: "What gun do you use?"

"Hair!" The veteran sucked the corn cob mixed with tobacco leaves and was obviously enthusiastic about the two reporters in front of him. He raised the bottle with hair milk beside him and said, "We still have gun oil, but I prefer to use this brand of hair milk instead of gun oil. This brand of hair milk can prevent my gun from erosion from the moisture in the jungle. When the Siberian cold current where human bone marrow can be frozen into ice in winter, the gun will be affected more or less by temperature. Using this hair milk can ensure that my gun can be used normally at any time. I am used to using it instead of gun oil."

John Mitchell pointed to the two rows of cross signs carved with a saber on the stock of the rifle and asked, "What is this?"

"I like to record how many people I killed on the battlefield." The veteran said lightly: "Every time I make sure I shoot an enemy with this rifle, I will engrave a cross mark on it."

While counting the cross sign on the rifle in secret, John Mitchell and the photographer gasped. If they had not calculated the wrong thing, the veteran had shot at least twenty-three enemies on the battlefield!

"Don't show such a surprised expression." The veteran pointed to a soldier who was holding a rifle as soon as he entered the helicopter and leaned against the bulkhead to take a nap, saying, "He is the sniper in our squad, nicknamed poison arrows, and more than fifty enemies died in his hands. The brother with a heavy machine gun, nicknamed Blood Trough, touched the enemy's rear alone in a battle, and in that battle alone he destroyed two squads of enemies."

The photographer pointed to a young soldier who was also leaning in the cabin and rested with his eyes closed, looking only in his twenties, and asked in a low voice: "Why didn't he carry a weapon?!"

"He is called an assassin, and he is also a veteran who has participated in two wars. His weapons are knives, ropes and bombs he has arranged. He grew up in the mountains alone. He is simply an uncivilized wild boy. In the jungle, he is a natural killer. No one knows how to cover himself in the bush. He doesn't speak much and likes to go alone. This time after we get off the helicopter, he will also act alone. I have never seen him use a gun. In his own words, he hates the sounds and smoke that make people's ears numb when shooting, which is 90% similar to wild beasts!"

The veteran shrugged his shoulders and said, "The assassin is the least murderer among us, but all of us have killed more than he has."

The veteran replaced the new "tobacco leaves". After filling them tightly, he handed the pipe made of wood in front of John Mitchell and said, "Do you want to give me a try?"

A Russian is willing to hand you the cigarette he smokes, which means he has begun to regard you as a friend. John Mitchell took the rough pipe carved from logs. This is probably a work by the veteran himself with a saber, with the most primitive and rough charm, and the deep marks left by the saber can be seen on it. Just as the lighter lit by the veteran, John Mitchell took a hard breath, and a spicy breath rushed into his stomach, choking John Mitchell immediately turned red. Seeing John Mitchell's embarrassment, the veteran smiled and took the pipe back.

In return, John Mitchell took out a half-eat bag of chocolate beans from his pocket and sent it to the veteran. The veteran was not polite, and carefully counted the remaining chocolate beans in the plastic bag, and carefully put them in his pocket.

At this moment, Amirali and his bodyguard captain Ma Jieshi came. Under Ma Jieshi's skillful control, the propeller of the helicopter began to rotate slowly, and the veteran, like his companions, leaned against the cabin of the plane and began to rest. Veterans with rich practical experience like them no longer had the fear or excitement before the battle. Through repeated bloody education, they had already understood the importance of rest.

Amid the roar of the helicopter engine and propeller rotation, Amirali's third pursuit of Zhan Xiage began.

Under the guidance of the ground pursuit troops, the helicopter quickly caught up with Zhan Xiage and the others, but this time he did not directly use heavy machine guns to strafuse the Zhan Xiage and the others. More than two thousand meters away from Zhan Xiage and the others, the helicopter found a suitable place for airborne and a rope was placed from the open cabin door.

The veteran took out the cigarette given to him by the photographer from his pocket, took out one and handed it to the assassin, and said, "American goods, come on one."

The assassin shook his head, staring at the veteran's pipe that almost never left his body. He finally spoke. His voice was low and hoarse, which made John Mitchell involuntarily think of the Cobra that was warning the enemy who invaded his territory! He seemed not used to colluding with others in words, and he said word by word: "Smoke, you will be exposed!"

"I've died dozens of times!"

The veteran threw the cigarette out of the box to the poison arrow, and then took out the chocolate beans that John Mitchell gave him from his pocket, and said, "It's exactly nine pills, you can take it yourself."

The assassin took out a chocolate bean from the plastic bag and put it into his mouth. A hint of satisfaction appeared on his young face. The veteran took out a chocolate bean from the plastic bag and stuffed it into the assassin's hand, patted his shoulder and said, "Take care!"
Chapter completed!