The Taliban army's station is located deep in the mountains and forests, and it took a long time to reach it. The station is mainly built on the mountains, and there are basically no exposed temporary residences. They are all made by using explosives to blast out caves in the mountains, and then transform the caves into

The camp is just like the old cave dwellings in northern Shaanxi.

The air superiority in Afghanistan is completely in the hands of the US military, and all exposed houses will be hit by precision-guided strikes. It is not a joke for the US military to use two million Tomahawk cruise missiles to hit houses built for thirty US dollars. It is a real thing.

The U.S. military has spent huge amounts of money on the war in Afghanistan, and it no longer cares about spending more. If we are going to fight this war, we must achieve results that are enough to quell public anger, otherwise we will not be able to explain it anywhere.

If something like a tent appears in a mountainous area occupied by Taliban armed forces, it will be attacked by missiles immediately. The reason is that there are people in the tent, and the people who can live in the tent may be high-ranking Taliban officials, so the US military would rather spend 2 million US dollars to bomb the possible hidden places.

There is a 30 dollar tent belonging to the 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 their just war against terrorism is not wrong. The war in Afghanistan is no longer a war, but a battle for the US government to consolidate and improve itself.

An important manifestation of world hegemony.

There are approximately more than 500 Taliban militants active in northern Grishk, which is equivalent to the strength of two battalions, but their title is very majestic. The leader is called the commander.

In Afghanistan, the Taliban armed force with over 500 people is considered a relatively large force, with most having only a few dozen or hundreds of people.

There are soldiers wearing robes and covering their cheeks standing guard on the mountain where the camp is stationed and in the surrounding mountains and forests. These soldiers all hold AK-47s in their hands, and a few soldiers hold sniper rifles modified from AK-47s with scopes.

In addition, there are Taliban soldiers carrying rocket launchers. This is their most common and most advanced equipment. The occasional M-4 captured from the US military has become a reward for the brave warriors in the organization.

Seeing their own men returning to the station with a man and a woman, the Taliban soldiers who were not on guard turned their eyes and stared at Zhao Ziyang and the little wildcat, showing strong interest.

It is common in Westerners, but not common in Easterners.

"Your this group of dog ****! Fuck you! Fuck you!" came a burst of curses, written in American English.

Following the sound, Zhao Ziyang saw three tied up American soldiers kneeling in the middle of the station surrounded by mountains and forests. Their heads and faces were covered with blood, and they were obviously tortured. They were venting their dissatisfaction with curses.

Five or six bloody human heads were hung on the thickest tree in the forest to the west, and a few headless corpses were randomly thrown 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 machete walked towards three tied up American soldiers. While joking with his companions, he gestured to his neck with his hand, as if looking for the best position.

"puff!"

The sword flashed, and the American soldier who cursed the most fiercely was decapitated with a knife, and blood spurted up from his body nearly one meter high. As his head was chopped off, his body suddenly fell to the ground, and the spring water

The blood in front of him instantly dyed the land in front of him dark black.

Zhao Ziyang did not have any emotional fluctuations when he saw the heads of the US troops being chopped off. He had no sympathy for the US troops. The warhead in his body was still a gift from the US military.

But what surprised Zhao Ziyang was that the little wild cat didn't have any mood swings. 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 executed in a hurry, not beheaded!"

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

"Americans are infidels." The little leader next to him heard what the little wildcat said, his eyes became much friendly, and then said: "They are against Islamic teachings and should be punished."

The armed members of the Taliban are all devout Islamic believers, and they value doctrine more than anything else. The battle they carry out is a holy war guided by Islamic teachings, which is glorious and sacred.

When recruiting members, the Taliban will first talk about the injustices they have suffered in life, as well as foreign occupying 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 Islam

doctrine, then you will get their approval and help. 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 the current government was established by the invaders and is an infidel. In comparison, they are more willing to join the Taliban because the Taliban is the most devout Islamic

organize.

The two people were still trapped in the center of the station, less than ten meters away from the remaining two American troops. The pungent smell of blood clearly reached their nostrils, making people involuntarily feel like vomiting.

Zhao Ziyang and the Little Wildcats were treated well. Five or six Taliban soldiers held them at gunpoint and made them stand there.

"Help us, help us!" A US soldier opened his mouth with a bloody mouth and asked Zhao Ziyang for help.

It's just that his request for help was obviously wrong. Zhao Ziyang was also a prisoner for the time being. In other words, even if he was not a prisoner, he would not save the two American soldiers. Zhao Ziyang is an honest villain and has always held grudges.

"Are you joining the Eight-Nation Alliance?" the little wild cat asked the American soldier loudly, covering his nose, with anger in his eyes.

The expectation in the eyes of the American soldier dissipated, and he thought he was facing two Japanese.

"You two, the leader wants to see you!" The little leader came over and shouted to 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. He probably either scolded or reprimanded.

Several Taliban soldiers pushed the two men toward the mountain to the north, where the Taliban's command post was located.

In front of a cave that was as big as a soldier's cave, a Taliban in his thirties and with a full beard stood at the door. Judging from the clean clothes and the fact that he was not carrying a gun, he should be the leader here.

This leader is very young, with a pair of bright eyes and a sinister hooked nose. At first glance, he looks like a horn with wisdom and a thirst for bloodshed.

After seeing the leader, the soldiers saluted one after another to show respect for the leader.

"Are you Chinese?" The leader looked at the upright Zhao Ziyang and the little wild cat with an indifferent expression.

"Yes!" Zhao Ziyang nodded, neither humble nor arrogant, full of arrogance.

With a "clang" sound, a big knife was still at Zhao Ziyang's feet.

"Cut off the heads of those two heretics." The leader said to Zhao Ziyang, and couldn't help but look Zhao Ziyang seriously.

Zhao Ziyang glanced at the bloodstained sword at his feet, gently picked it up with his toes and turned around.

"Hey, aren't you going to kill those two American soldiers?" the little wildcat said to Zhao Ziyang in Mandarin, with a trace of hesitation in his eyes.

"If you don't kill them, you will be a heretic. If you kill them, you will be a good friend. How do you choose?" Zhao Ziyang said to the little wild cat with an indifferent expression, and walked towards the two American soldiers with a big knife on his shoulder.

He knows 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 has no other choice but to chop off the heads of the two American troops and become friends. The Taliban here is of very low level, and he cannot identify himself. If he is Taliban No. 1, No. 2, or No. 3,

The leader's words are not that troublesome at all, the lurkers only deal with them.

"Huang Pizhu, curse you, curse you!" The American soldier who saw Zhao Ziyang approaching with a machete yelled, anger spouting from his eyes.

Maybe they were not so angry when facing Taliban militants, but they showed strong anger when facing Zhao Ziyang. This is a psychological reason. Subconsciously, they regarded Zhao Ziyang as a poor fellow who was also captured, but they did not expect that this person was the same as themselves.

Poor guy controls his own life and death.

Curse, scold with all your strength, you only have the right to curse... Zhao Ziyang muttered silently in his heart, and waved his sword at an American soldier.

With a "pop", the head fell to the ground, and blood sprayed on Zhao Ziyang's pants.

"Poof", blood spurted out, Zhao Ziyang chopped off the head of an American soldier without any pause, and chopped off the head of the last American soldier with a backhand knife.

Throwing away the machete in his hand, Zhao Ziyang stared at the two corpses at his feet with an expressionless and cold face. Even the Taliban soldiers around him showed a faint fear in their eyes.

That's because the murderous aura coming from Zhao Ziyang is so terrifying. They also kill people, and they are very cruel, but they are far less crisp and clean than Zhao Ziyang. It seems that the man in front of him was born to be a butcher, and killing people seems to be a common thing.

But no one knew that Zhao Ziyang felt terribly sick. The strong smell of blood mixed with the stool and urine excreted after the death of American soldiers, the smell made people want to vomit.

Zhao Ziyang turned around, smiled at the Taliban leader, and then strode over with the smell of blood.

"Hahahaha... Friend! Friend!" The hook-nosed leader let out a hearty laugh, walked up to Zhao Ziyang enthusiastically, hugged Zhao Ziyang, patted his shoulder hard and said loudly: "My friend, God is with you!

"

These people who have been carried away by religion are very simple. They only know their own Islam. Fighting for Islam and killing people are sacred, and there is no sense of guilt. Their criteria for choosing friends are also simple to the point of barbarism. They are easy to associate with, but

And difficult to communicate with.

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

Aside from the fact that the No. 1 leader, Omar, is Bin Laden's son-in-law, Bin Laden himself is an Islamic jihadist. 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 station." Zhao Ziyang smiled and said to the leader: "Maybe I need you to help me send a message using the radio station. I need to get in touch with my mercenary group."

"No problem!" The leader agreed happily and introduced himself to Zhao Ziyang: "My name is Mohammed. Helid, you can call me Mohammed."

Muhammad used a general introduction method instead of a traditional introduction method. He obviously regarded Zhao Ziyang as a friend and respected Zhao Ziyang's habits as an outsider.

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

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

"Friend! Friend! Friend!..."

The soldiers were furious and shouted the word "friend" loudly.

The little wild cat on the side blinked and nodded in understanding. She also knew what Zhao Ziyang's action of killing the American soldiers meant. It represented friendship. If he didn't kill, the consequences would be disastrous.

At this time, another group of Taliban soldiers came from the mountains and forests outside the station and escorted a tied-up Westerner over.

"Hehehehe, let me tell you guys, I am really not an American soldier. I am the teenage gambling king of Las Vegas. Although I have an American face, I am not an American soldier, let alone a spy. I am a hired man.

Soldiers, come to help your mercenaries!"

Zhao Ziyang smiled when he heard this voice, waved to the poor guy, and showed a bright smile. The Taliban army's station is located deep in the mountains and forests, and it took a long time to reach it. The station is mainly built against the mountains, and there is basically no nudity.

The temporary residences outside are all made by using explosives to blast out caves in the mountains, and then convert the caves into camps, just like the old cave dwellings in northern Shaanxi.

The air superiority in Afghanistan is completely in the hands of the US military, and all exposed houses will be hit by precision-guided strikes. It is not a joke for the US military to use two million Tomahawk cruise missiles to hit houses built for thirty US dollars. It is a real thing.

The U.S. military has spent huge amounts of money on the war in Afghanistan, and it no longer cares about spending more. If we are going to fight this war, we must achieve results that are enough to quell public anger, otherwise we will not be able to explain it anywhere.

If something like a tent appears in a mountainous area occupied by Taliban armed forces, it will be attacked by missiles immediately. The reason is that there are people in the tent, and the people who can live in the tent may be high-ranking Taliban officials, so the US military would rather spend 2 million US dollars to bomb the possible hidden places.

There is a 30 dollar tent belonging to the 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 their just war against terrorism is not wrong. The war in Afghanistan is no longer a war, but a battle for the US government to consolidate and improve itself.

An important manifestation of world hegemony.

There are approximately more than 500 Taliban militants active in northern Grishk, which is equivalent to the strength of two battalions, but their title is very majestic. The leader is called the commander.

In Afghanistan, the Taliban armed force with over 500 people is considered a relatively large force, with most having only a few dozen or hundreds of people.

There are soldiers wearing robes and covering their cheeks standing guard on the mountain where the camp is stationed and in the surrounding mountains and forests. These soldiers all hold AK-47s in their hands, and a few soldiers hold sniper rifles modified from AK-47s with scopes.

In addition, there are Taliban soldiers carrying rocket launchers. This is their most common and most advanced equipment. The occasional M-4 captured from the US military has become a reward for the brave warriors in the organization.

Seeing their own men returning to the station with a man and a woman, the Taliban soldiers who were not on guard turned their eyes and stared at Zhao Ziyang and the little wildcat, showing strong interest.

It is common in Westerners, but not common in Easterners.

"Your this group of dog ****! Fuck you! Fuck you!" came a burst of curses, written in American English.

Following the sound, Zhao Ziyang saw three tied up American soldiers kneeling in the middle of the station surrounded by mountains and forests. Their heads and faces were covered with blood, and they were obviously tortured. They were venting their dissatisfaction with curses.

Five or six bloody human heads were hung on the thickest tree in the forest to the west, and a few headless corpses were randomly thrown 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 machete walked towards three tied up American soldiers. While joking with his companions, he gestured to his neck with his hand, as if looking for the best position.

"puff!"

The sword flashed, and the American soldier who cursed the most fiercely was decapitated with a knife, and blood spurted up from his body nearly one meter high. As his head was chopped off, his body suddenly fell to the ground, and the spring water

The blood in front of him instantly dyed the land in front of him dark black.

Zhao Ziyang did not have any emotional fluctuations when he saw the heads of the US troops being chopped off. He had no sympathy for the US troops. The warhead in his body was still a gift from the US military.

But what surprised Zhao Ziyang was that the little wild cat didn't have any mood swings. 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 executed in a hurry, not beheaded!"

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

"Americans are infidels." The little leader next to him heard what the little wildcat said, his eyes became much friendly, and then said: "They are against Islamic teachings and should be punished."

The armed members of the Taliban are all devout Islamic believers, and they value doctrine more than anything else. The battle they carry out is a holy war guided by Islamic teachings, which is glorious and sacred.

When recruiting members, the Taliban will first talk about the injustices they have suffered in life, as well as foreign occupying 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 Islam

doctrine, then you will get their approval and help. 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 the current government was established by the invaders and is an infidel. In comparison, they are more willing to join the Taliban because the Taliban is the most devout Islamic

organize.

The two people were still trapped in the center of the station, less than ten meters away from the remaining two American troops. The pungent smell of blood clearly reached their nostrils, making people involuntarily feel like vomiting.

Zhao Ziyang and the Little Wildcats were treated well. Five or six Taliban soldiers held them at gunpoint and made them stand there.

"Help us, help us!" A US soldier opened his mouth with a bloody mouth and asked Zhao Ziyang for help.

It's just that his request for help was obviously wrong. Zhao Ziyang was also a prisoner for the time being. In other words, even if he was not a prisoner, he would not save the two American soldiers. Zhao Ziyang is an honest villain and has always held grudges.

"Are you joining the Eight-Nation Alliance?" the little wild cat asked the American soldier loudly, covering his nose, with anger in his eyes.

The expectation in the eyes of the American soldier dissipated, and he thought he was facing two Japanese.

"You two, the leader wants to see you!" The little leader came over and shouted to 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. He probably either scolded or reprimanded.

Several Taliban soldiers pushed the two men toward the mountain to the north, where the Taliban's command post was located.

In front of a cave that was as big as a soldier's cave, a Taliban in his thirties and with a full beard stood at the door. Judging from the clean clothes and the fact that he was not carrying a gun, he should be the leader here.

This leader is very young, with a pair of bright eyes and a sinister hooked nose. At first glance, he looks like a horn with wisdom and a thirst for bloodshed.

After seeing the leader, the soldiers saluted one after another to show respect for the leader.

"Are you Chinese?" The leader looked at the upright Zhao Ziyang and the little wild cat with an indifferent expression.

"Yes!" Zhao Ziyang nodded, neither humble nor arrogant, full of arrogance.

With a "clang" sound, a big knife was still at Zhao Ziyang's feet.

"Cut off the heads of those two heretics." The leader said to Zhao Ziyang, and couldn't help but look Zhao Ziyang seriously.

Zhao Ziyang glanced at the bloodstained sword at his feet, gently picked it up with his toes and turned around.

"Hey, aren't you going to kill those two American soldiers?" the little wildcat said to Zhao Ziyang in Mandarin, with a trace of hesitation in his eyes.

"If you don't kill them, you will be a heretic. If you kill them, you will be a good friend. How do you choose?" Zhao Ziyang said to the little wild cat with an indifferent expression, and walked towards the two American soldiers with a big knife on his shoulder.

He knows 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 has no other choice but to chop off the heads of the two American troops and become friends. The Taliban here is of very low level, and he cannot identify himself. If he is Taliban No. 1, No. 2, or No. 3,

The leader's words are not that troublesome at all, the lurkers only deal with them.

"Huang Pizhu, curse you, curse you!" The American soldier who saw Zhao Ziyang approaching with a machete yelled, anger spouting from his eyes.

Maybe they were not so angry when facing Taliban militants, but they showed strong anger when facing Zhao Ziyang. This is a psychological reason. Subconsciously, they regarded Zhao Ziyang as a poor fellow who was also captured, but they did not expect that this person was the same as themselves.

Poor guy controls his own life and death.

Curse, scold with all your strength, you only have the right to curse... Zhao Ziyang muttered silently in his heart, and waved his sword at an American soldier.

With a "pop", the head fell to the ground, and blood sprayed on Zhao Ziyang's pants.

"Poof", blood spurted out, Zhao Ziyang chopped off the head of an American soldier without any pause, and chopped off the head of the last American soldier with a backhand knife.

Throwing away the machete in his hand, Zhao Ziyang stared at the two corpses at his feet with an expressionless and cold face. Even the Taliban soldiers around him showed a faint fear in their eyes.

That's because the murderous aura coming from Zhao Ziyang is so terrifying. They also kill people, and they are very cruel, but they are far less crisp and clean than Zhao Ziyang. It seems that the man in front of him was born to be a butcher, and killing people seems to be a common thing.

But no one knew that Zhao Ziyang felt terribly sick. The strong smell of blood mixed with the stool and urine excreted after the death of American soldiers, the smell made people want to vomit.

Zhao Ziyang turned around, smiled at the Taliban leader, and then strode over with the smell of blood.

"Hahahaha... Friend! Friend!" The hook-nosed leader let out a hearty laugh, walked up to Zhao Ziyang enthusiastically, hugged Zhao Ziyang, patted his shoulder hard and said loudly: "My friend, God is with you!

"

These people who have been carried away by religion are very simple. They only know their own Islam. Fighting for Islam and killing people are sacred, and there is no sense of guilt. Their criteria for choosing friends are also simple to the point of barbarism. They are easy to associate with, but

And difficult to communicate with.

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

Aside from the fact that the No. 1 leader, Omar, is Bin Laden's son-in-law, Bin Laden himself is an Islamic jihadist. 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 station." Zhao Ziyang smiled and said to the leader: "Maybe I need you to help me send a message using the radio station. I need to get in touch with my mercenary group."

"No problem!" The leader agreed happily and introduced himself to Zhao Ziyang: "My name is Mohammed. Helid, you can call me Mohammed."

Muhammad used a general introduction method instead of a traditional introduction method. He obviously regarded Zhao Ziyang as a friend and respected Zhao Ziyang's habits as an outsider.

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

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

"Friend! Friend! Friend!..."

The soldiers were furious and shouted the word "friend" loudly.

The little wild cat on the side blinked and nodded in understanding. She also knew what Zhao Ziyang's action of killing the American soldiers meant. It represented friendship. If he didn't kill, the consequences would be disastrous.

At this time, another group of Taliban soldiers came from the mountains and forests outside the station and escorted a tied-up Westerner over.

"Hehehehe, let me tell you guys, I am really not an American soldier. I am the teenage gambling king of Las Vegas. Although I have an American face, I am not an American soldier, let alone a spy. I am a hired man.

Soldiers, come to help your mercenaries!"
Chapter completed!