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    Update time: 2008-08-04

    There is an interception in front and a pursuit behind!  This sentence could not be more appropriate to apply to us in the current situation.

    "Three thousand people? You said you were joking. Assassin! You said you were joking." The water ghost looked at the assassin who said the shocking words with wide eyes and shouted in disbelief.

    "It's not three thousand in one batch, but divided into several shares." The assassin sighed helplessly.  This number plus the interception troops in the mountains made him tremble in his heart.

    "Those Anti-Tajik Alliance people are really useless. They can even let prisoners who surrendered their guns and handcuffs get their guns. I can't believe it! Have they got water in their heads?" After hearing that there was no air assistance, several American soldiers  They were all anxious, even reporter Jie Li was scared.  The biggest advantage the United States has in defeating Afghanistan with few casualties is its air superiority.  Without the support of various fighter planes on call, the iron-clad soldiers could also block the overwhelming bullets.

    "How do you know that it was an accident for those prisoners to grab the gun?" Although I was furious, I refrained from complaining. I just tightened my collar and shivered.

    "What do you mean?" The female reporter is very smart: "Is this a deliberate arrangement? What kind of trap? A hard-to-get trick?"

    "I don't know whether it's a case of escape, or not. I only know that if a rape occurs in the prison and the official armed forces use force to suppress it, no matter how many people die, no third party will raise objections. And even if the perpetrators grab the weapons,  Its combat effectiveness will not be stronger than before the surrender. In order to deal with the unarmed rebels, with the coordinated operations of the U.S. Air Force and the U.S. and British special forces, the fight lasted for a day without results. It seems that the level of conflict is very high, and the dead people  No less." I took a bite of the chocolate. Maintaining body heat in the ice and snow was more important than anything else: "But this is called reasonable loss."

    "I have been to the prison in Chalajiang. I remember that the place should be able to hold about 800 people. I heard that at least 5,000 prisoners captured this time are being held there. The living conditions must not be suitable for what is called a prisoner of war.  treaty, so it has not been open to journalists from all over the world. It seems that the few cars of people we saw yesterday were transported from there. In addition, after this suppression, it is estimated that the living conditions there can be opened to you.  ." The water ghost looked at Jie Li and Tang Tang's disbelieving expressions, and smiled and further explained for me: "I heard that it's you reporters who have been asking to go see the treatment and human rights conditions of prisoners of war?"

    "You mean we forced those people to death?" Jieli became anxious after hearing this: "I can't bear such a heavy responsibility."

    "Are you saying that we Americans condone this kind of massacre?" Tang Tang and his companions were equally angry.

    "This is not a secret! It's just that you are recruits, and you will know it sooner or later as time goes by. We are just telling you in advance." I looked at these recruits and felt that they were so similar to me when I first came out of China.  At that time, I also hated the butchers, who kept re-describing this sinful world in front of me with cruel and disgusting words, but now I repeated everything they had done, just to let the newbie accept a fact earlier,  That is survival of the strong!  The only truth on the battlefield.

    The sooner they accept this truth, the more they can relieve their psychological burden and activate their abilities as warriors. The more effective they are in combat, the more likely we are to survive the predicament at hand.

    "There's no time for nonsense, we have to leave here~" the werewolf's voice came from the radio: "We have to leave here before the deserters catch up behind us."

    "Copy that!" The assassin looked at the soldiers who still looked innocent and incredulous, shook his head in disappointment and said to me in French: "Ghouls! Look at these guys, you understand why the butcher insisted on taking you away."  Are you joining this circle? Some people are born to be warriors."

    "You mean I was born to kill?" He spat on the ground. The dark chocolate residue looked the same color as the dry stool on the ground.

    "That's your essence, and it won't change even if I don't say it." The assassin imitated the butcher's tone: "I just provided a stage for you to display your talents!"

    "Thank you so much! Hahaha!" Although I was smiling, there was no happy expression on my face.  Because although I have tried my best to alienate the new recruits around me, the longer we get along, I still find that I accept "certain problems" a bit too quickly.  This broke my belief that I was not inherently bad but was forced by circumstances.

    I walked out of the cave feeling depressed, snowflakes hit my face again, and the cold and humid air made the world feel fresh and a little lacking.

    "Those deserters behind you had better catch up quickly so we can kill some bastards with diapers on their heads!" The only male soldier wearing a wedding ring in the Marine Corps behind him saw being beaten again.Behind the broken Kevlar helmet next to the gunship under fire, he angrily shouted to his teammates beside him.

    "Attention!" I turned my head and glanced at several other soldiers with flushed faces, and warned sternly: "You all know from the battle report that most of the soldiers on Queensway are foreign volunteers, that is, mercenaries. These people come from all over the world.  Everywhere, not all yellow people, there are also a large number of whites and blacks, and no one will still dress up as a Muslim warrior when fleeing for their lives, and it is difficult to get US military uniforms. Therefore, I solemnly warn you now, except where you stand now  Anyone you don¡¯t know other than the person in front of you is suspect. Do you understand?¡±

    "Understood!" The confused expressions of several soldiers who had not thought of this made me feel that I had distanced them from the edge of danger. After thinking about it this way, I felt a comfortable sense of maturity.

    "Okay!" I smiled: "Remember what I said, when we stop to rest, don't waste time chatting, because under the current circumstances we won't have many opportunities to stop." said  After putting the three-point gun belt around his neck, he turned back and chased the werewolf leading the way.

    "Where are we going?" Jie Li didn't have a lot of burdens, so she still had room to talk while walking.

    "A small village in the mountains. It was once a refugee camp during the Muslim guerrillas' "holy war" against the former Soviet Union."

    "Is there no enemy guarding there?" Jie Li looked down, panting heavily and asked after pulling out her legs from the snow that was up to her calves.

    "On the contrary! There are a lot of armed personnel stationed there, and the terrain is extremely complex, with interconnected caves everywhere. It is a veritable maze. Judging from some of the maps drawn by Afghan officers who surrendered, it can be compared with the bunker where Hitler committed suicide.  We have a chance." I took out the GPS system and signaled to Jie Li: "From the heat-sensing photos taken by satellites, there are at least thousands of Taliban hiding there. And there are a lot of electronic data responses there, so there should be large-scale cutting-edge communications.  Equipment. It may be the main arms supply depot and command and control area in the mountains. The US military believed that the 1,400 tons of food stolen by the Taliban should be transported there, so it sent people to attack there. We must go there if we want to be saved. Those Americans  The soldiers were originally going to inquire about the armed forces there, and they knew that they could only be saved when they got there, so that's where the footprints pointed."

    "Were those Canadians attacking there?"

    "That's right! You should be quite familiar with the Canadian military." I smiled and said, "Don't you live in Canada for a long time?"

    "That's right! But that was when I was a kid, and now I only go back to spend time with my mother during Christmas!" Jerry didn't think there was anything wrong with this at all: "After all, I have my own career!"

    "Of course!" I didn't say anything. The insipid attitude of Europeans towards their parents is something I, an Oriental, cannot accept in any case.

    After taking a long detour to pass the defenders¡¯ defense line, darkness fell again before we entered the depths of the mountainous area. After feeling the colors around us gradually disappear, everyone with all kinds of high-tech equipment felt a sense of security greatly increased.  During the day, I looked at the distant mountains and nearby forests, fearing that one of the artillery shells would hit me, but the clear vision after putting on the night vision goggles dispelled it.  Night fighting is the best skill of the US military's individual squads. It is the greatest advantage that the United States has summarized in the past two decades of conflicts. Therefore, even the cooks are familiar with the use of night vision devices.

    When I ran to the front of the team with my sniper rifle to replace the werewolf as the vanguard, he grabbed me.

    "Don't worry!" The werewolf tried hard to twitch his red nose, trying to catch some message from the air, which made all members of the wolf pack alert.

    "What's wrong?" I adjusted my night vision device and looked around quickly. No matter whether it was micro vision or thermal detection, I found no sign of the presence of enemy troops around me.

    "I smell something!" The werewolf slowly walked to Jerry's side, squatted down and dug in the snow at her feet. After a while, he came out with a black object in his hand.

    "What is it?" I leaned over and didn't see it clearly, but I already understood what it was.  Because the smell of digested grass blades already told me that it was donkey and horse feces.

    "There is a pack team passing by here!" After the werewolf said it, everyone already understood that there should be villages or strongholds around.

    "How big is the team?" I looked at the werewolf who was still digging excrement in the snowdrift.

    "A team of twenty to thirty donkeys. They are outsiders!" The werewolf swept away the floating snow to reveal the trampled hoof prints underneath.

    "How do you know?" The American soldier wearing the wedding ring is the eldest among them, so he will ask any questions on his behalf.

    "The donkeys in Afghanistan are 1.3 and no more than 1.4 meters tall. They are the main means of transportation in Afghanistan. Judging from this hoofprint, these donkeys have 1About .6 meters, more like the wild donkeys that live in China and Pakistan.  Moreover, because the Taliban armed faction previously controlled nearly 90% of the country's territory, most of the strategic resources of Afghanistan's donkeys were controlled by the Taliban.  Now that the US military is afraid of entering the mountains, even private donkeys have been confiscated and taken away, so it is impossible to find such a large donkey team in the north.  "The werewolf cleaned up a large area of ??human footprints next to the donkey's hoof prints and pointed to one pair of more obvious shoe patterns and said: "Typical Panamanian pattern, from the position of the forefoot, there is a protective layer in the sole to protect the feet.  Stabbing piece of metal.  Judging from the thickness of the soles, these are jungle combat boots.  The European and American coalition forces are equipped with two pairs of military boots. They usually wear desert combat boots, but when they go up the mountain, they change into heavy cold-proof boots.  But these people didn't. They seemed to be guys who were used to running in the tropics and had never been to high mountains.  "

    "Then their feet must be very cold now." I smiled thinking of the drainage holes on the jungle combat boots.

    "Hehe! That's right! The breathability of those boots is quite good." The water ghosts and others also laughed on the side.

    ¡°It¡¯s impossible for such a small pack team to haul that batch of grain, so what are they transporting? Weapons?¡± I threw away the donkey dung I caught in the water and clapped my hands.

    "I don't know! Judging from the depth of the hoof prints, it should be fully loaded!" The werewolf pointed to the hilltop not far away: "It went in that direction."

    "Let's go take a look!" The assassin stood vigilantly in the distance and exchanged opinions with us through the radio: "Maybe there is a high-power radio station there."

    "Okay!" The werewolf nodded: "We must contact the group of people in Canada again, otherwise we will die miserably if we run in front of them."

    "Okay!" I held the gun and took the lead in climbing towards the hill that the werewolf pointed at previously. The injured soles felt no pain due to the coldness, but every step I took felt like it would break from the middle.  The feeling makes people feel uncomfortable.

    Climbing to the top of the mountain and looking down, I vaguely saw a small village surrounded by mountains.  The low snow-covered roof surrounded by low evergreen trees and shrubs is the best cover. If it weren't for the faint light coming from under the eaves, we would definitely not be able to detect it from such a distance.

    ¡°We found a village that was not marked on the map.¡± I used code words to notify others behind me via radio.  After a while, they all ran up.

    "Can't we get down?" I pulled out the TAC-50 thick silencer from my backpack and put it on the barrel of the gun. Using the thermal energy detector, I could initially detect that there were only about twenty people in the village, half of whom were concentrated in a large room.  I don¡¯t know what I¡¯m doing in the house, and there aren¡¯t any guard bunkers or caves around.

    "Go down!" The werewolf took off his backpack and said: "Assassins and ghouls, you two are responsible for covering. The others go down with me and the water ghost. Don't bring anything except weapons and ammunition."

    Suddenly there was a faint sound around them. Those soldiers were soldiers after all. Although they were nervous, they would not be timid when it came time to take action. They all clenched the M4 rifles in their hands, with fear but excitement flashing in their eyes.  vast.

    "You follow me!" I grabbed the female reporter who was walking forward behind the assassin.  Facing the unpredictable actual battle, she didn't have as many questions as usual, and she stayed at the back with me obediently.

    The assassin picked a small bush and set up his SSG550 sniper rifle. For the safety of the woman around me, I found a large protruding rock as a hiding spot.  I wanted her to just hide behind the stone and listen to the sound. Unexpectedly, although this woman was afraid of death, the distance made her want to take pictures, and she poked her head longer than me.

    The battle ended faster than I thought. The werewolves sneaked into a house with few people and started killing. After two or three silent entrances and exits, only the main house and the two rooms next to it were left alive.  By the time they burst into the main house and the first shots were fired, the assassin and I no longer had to cover them.  From beginning to end, I only fired one shot, killing a man who escaped from the house and ran towards the top of the mountain to escape for his life.

    After the werewolf indicated that everything was under control, the assassins were left on guard. When Jerry and I walked into the captured main house carrying other people's backpacks, we were startled by what we saw in front of us.  Because lying there on the bed in the house, gasping for breath, was a pregnant woman with a big belly!  Look at the prisoners huddled on the ground around you. They are all women. No wonder there are so many people in this room.  It turns out that all the women in the village are here to help the pregnant woman deliver the baby.

    The woman had bled to death, and her newborn child was still hanging between her legs with its umbilical cord, turning blue from the cold. Her little eyes were closed and she didn¡¯t know whether to live or die.

    "65% of women in mountainous areas of Afghanistan will die due to pregnancy or childbirth! It seems to be true." After checking the woman, Jieli sighed and found that there was no gunshot wound.

    "There are only old people and women in this village!" The werewolf pointed at the women huddled in the corner and said: "Except for a few Chinese-made automatic rifles, there are no otherWest.  "

    ¡°Where is your man?¡± I asked one of the older women in half-baked Arabic.

    "We're going to fight with someone!" Although the old man's eyes were nervous, he was not afraid.

    "Where to fight?"

    "In the mountains!" The direction that the old man pointed was exactly the direction that the figure who just rushed out of the house was running. It seemed that that was the real stronghold, and the donkey team should also be heading in that direction.  As he spoke, the assassin walked into the house tremblingly with a gun in hand. The water ghost had already sent someone out to take his place.

    The werewolf asked us to look at these women. He followed the footsteps of the escapees and climbed to the top of the opposite mountain to observe for a while. He only came back after making sure that there were no armed forces nearby.

    "Hurry up and rest. We will leave here after a while." The werewolf said decisively: "If the men here are stationed nearby, they may come back at any time when they hear the news that the woman is giving birth."

    As we were talking, a muffled hum suddenly came from the radio. It was our soldiers on guard outside.

    "There are enemies!" I immediately blew out the lights around me, and the room suddenly fell into darkness.

    "Have their men come back? Did the garrison in the nearby mountains hear the gunshots and come over?" After a moment of uneasy speculation, everyone began to talk and began to feel comfortable.

    "Quiet!" The assassin's roar covered the mouths of others like a giant hand.  Everyone held their breath and leaned to the window to look out.  In the darkness, the sound of breathing and heartbeat merged into one, becoming the only sound in the hut.

    I put on my night vision goggles and looked out from the crack of the door. I could see nothing except a green snowy scene.  As soon as I turned on the heat detector, a white light suddenly flashed in the snow opposite me, and a bullet silently penetrated the door panel in front of me

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