Dao Feng, who had a bruised nose and face, widened his eyes when he saw Zhao Ziyang, who looked like a normal person. After being surprised, he immediately showed excitement on his face, which felt a bit like meeting an old friend in a foreign country.

"Special Forces! Special Forces! I'm here, I'm here!" Daofeng rushed to Zhao Ziyang and shouted, squeezing a way out of the Taliban soldiers and running towards Zhao Ziyang happily.

The Taliban soldier holding the knife received the leader's signal and allowed him to run forward. The situation was very clear. The captured American and the Chinese named special forces knew each other and may be comrades in arms.

"Oh my god, it's so good to meet you, God bless, Amen!" Blade chanted repeatedly, and after feeling the look in Muhammad's eyes, he immediately changed the object of his prayer: "In the name of Allah, long live Allah!"

There is only one God in the eyes of Islamic Muslims: Allah. Therefore, the gods of other faiths are false gods, only the omnipotent Allah.

"Why did you look like this?" Zhao Ziyang looked at the cheek that was about to be beaten into a pig's head with some amusement, and stretched out his hands to loosen his bonds.

With his body freed, Dao Feng stretched out his stiff arms, took a deep breath, and his eyes were filled with sadness.

"Hey, don't mention it." Dao Feng glanced at the Taliban soldiers with some resentment, and said to Zhao Ziyang: "After escaping from Grishk, I ran towards the Taliban station, and I met these guys when I took over. Of course, I

It's very civilized, but who knew they would beat me to death after tying me up? It's so barbaric!"

After listening to Dao Feng's resentment, Zhao Ziyang understood what was going on: Dao Feng was looking for the Taliban, met Taliban soldiers, surrendered voluntarily and was caught when no one else knew him. Who knew that surrendering would result in a severe beating?

The soldier didn't know who he was.

The Taliban hates the Americans and the British the most. Captured US soldiers will be beheaded in public. Captured US female soldiers will generally be tortured, but they must leave a breath and use it as capital for negotiations.

U.S. military dialogue.

"How are others?" A trace of anxiety flashed in Zhao Ziyang's eyes.

"They are all protruding, just in different directions." Daofeng gently touched his swollen lips and said to Zhao Ziyang.

"That's good." Zhao Ziyang breathed a sigh of relief and felt in his heart: The once powerful lurker mercenary group now has to rely on the Taliban to survive. It must be said that it is a huge irony.

But it's best if everything is alright. With the Taliban's mutual contact, 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 Muhammad, several people walked into Muhammad's room and contacted the outside world with the help of Muhammad. Fortunately, they quickly contacted teammates from other Taliban armed forces, but they tried to communicate with Muhammad.

I tried to contact the base but couldn't get through.

We had to give up because we couldn't get in touch, so we had to get these team members 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 honored guests.

"Mr. Special Forces, Mr. Blade, I'm really sorry, I'm really sorry..." Mohammed apologized to the two of them, his attitude was quite humble, and he looked at Blade's broken face in embarrassment.

For Mohammed, he only belongs to the middle-level commander of the Taliban, and has only a low-key status in front of the lurkers. This is because the existence of lurkers is very special. It is a powerful military force and is recognized by the Taliban.

allies.

This is an indestructible ally just like Al Qaeda. This is inseparable from the purpose of the sleepers to always serve third world countries. Without the faith of the Black Hawk and the mercenary group, they will not get the friendship of the Taliban.

"It's okay, it's okay. We also want to thank Commander Mohammed for saving our lives." Zhao Ziyang smiled and said to Mohammed, patted him on the shoulder and said: "I hope we can arrange for us to go to the southern desert as soon as possible.

Rendezvous with other teammates, and the US military's clearing campaign against you will begin when the Norwegian army arrives."

"Okay, I will arrange it as soon as possible!" Mohammed nodded simply. This matter is a major event at the moment. The southern Taliban headquarters has already made arrangements, and they do not dare to neglect it.

Obedience, the Taliban's troops have a very strong sense of obedience, stronger than that of any other country's troops in the world. Although they look very scattered and do not look like regular troops at all, they have something that other countries' armies do not have, and that is faith.

Under the control of discipline and common beliefs, every soldier is Omar's most loyal follower. All soldiers who dare to disobey will be brutally killed as infidels, and the entire family will be expelled. So Taliban soldiers

The sense of obedience is very strong, and everyone from top to bottom is afraid of the cruelty of religion.

"Hey, are there any more apples?" the little wild cat sitting on the chair asked Mohammed loudly, throwing away an apple core.

This little girl is quite comfortable. She doesn't think about anything and doesn't ask any questions. She eats and drinks when she should, and is leisurely and contented.

A Taliban soldier heard this and quickly went to find an apple to satisfy the wild cat's mouth.

"Little lover?" Daofeng 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 seductively to the blade.

"Really?" Dao Feng's eyes lit up, and he immediately curled his lips and said, "Special Forces soldier, just try to trick people into 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 out first.

At this time, Mohammed looked at Zhao Ziyang with an expression that meant he wanted to say something, but felt embarrassed to say it.

"Commander Mohammed, I would like to visit your camp." Zhao Ziyang smiled and suggested.

This proposal made Mohammed very happy, and he immediately led Zhao Ziyang to visit their camp.

It was late afternoon, and the Taliban guerrillas who had gone out had returned. They either stayed in the cave dwellings chatting and spanking, or lay lazily on their backs with their guns in hand, enjoying the comfort brought by the sunset.

"These are the most outstanding fighters in our jihad. They have experienced battle after battle, and each of them has scars of honor on their bodies." Mohammed pointed to the Taliban soldiers under his command and proudly told Zhao Ziyang

Said.

But Zhao Ziyang couldn't see what was so outstanding about these soldiers. Maybe the excellence in his eyes was different from the excellence in the eyes of Afghans.

"Very good warriors, this is the pride of your Islam." Zhao Ziyang praised these warriors somewhat against his will.

As if he had read through Zhao Ziyang's thoughts, Mohammed pointed at a soldier and shouted several times in the local dialect.

The soldier immediately stood up when he heard Mohammed's voice, his eyes full of determination, and without hesitation he roared and rushed forward, towards the mountains and forests to the south.

Zhao Ziyang felt a little baffled by 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 warriors in the world.

There was a "boom" explosion, and the body of the soldier who ran to the south mountain was blown down by a landmine, and his legs were blown off at the knees.

But it wasn't over yet. The soldier continued to endure the pain and crawled forward with his hands until he touched another landmine.

"boom!"

The landmine exploded under the soldier's chest, lifting the soldier's entire body upwards dozens of centimeters, and then fell heavily without making any sound.

Shock filled Zhao Ziyang's eyes. What he saw was not soldiers, but a perverted belief. Under the belief, these Taliban soldiers could throw away their names at any time. They had no themselves and no purpose for living.

Some are just faith and loyalty.

If such soldiers are not outstanding, what kind of soldiers are outstanding? Any country with such soldiers can never be defeated, because they have the same belief and are willing to do anything for the common belief!

"You are the most outstanding warriors!" Zhao Ziyang said sincerely, with shock still remaining in his eyes.

Perverted beliefs and perverted commanders often create a power that no one can defeat. Today, you can march into the minefield without hesitation, but tomorrow you can use your body to fill up the enemy's tanks.

But this is the tragedy of human nature, it has no thoughts of its own.

But if one day these soldiers have their own thoughts, then the Taliban will usher in a storm of destruction.

"Yes, they are the most outstanding warriors!" Mohammed's eyes were filled with enthusiasm, and it was obvious that he was ready to sacrifice his life at any time.

At this moment, there was a huge buzzing sound in the distance, and an airplane flew over from the distant sky.

In Afghanistan, where the air supremacy is entirely in the hands of the US military, we knew it was a US military aircraft without even thinking about it.

Seeing the plane in the sky, the Taliban soldiers fell into panic.

"Air strike! Air strike!..."

The Taliban soldiers rushed into the cave to avoid the coming bombing. At this time, the enthusiasm in Mohammed's eyes disappeared and was replaced by fear.

"Mr. Special Forces, let's retreat to the cave." Mohammed suggested.

But Zhao Ziyang seemed not to hear it. He looked up at the approaching US military plane and put his hands behind his back, without the slightest fear in his eyes.

"Mohammed, don't be afraid, it's okay." A calm voice came from Zhao Ziyang's mouth, revealing a strong sense of confidence.

This sentence seemed to have a great soothing effect, making the panicked Mohammed feel much calmer. He pressed 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 next to him. Subconsciously, he believed Zhao Ziyang's words. The other party's confidence was something he had never seen before.

The plane instantly flew above the station, flying far east in the eyes of everyone. 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 truly the strongest mercenary.

The soldiers rushed out instantly, holding their rifles high and shouting. Their eyes were full of fanaticism, and the targets of their fanaticism were their leader and Zhao Ziyang.

This is the bravest, most outstanding, and best warrior, and few people can do it.

"Mohammed." Zhao Ziyang called Mohammed, turned around and said to him: "Arrange for someone to take us to the southern desert overnight, as soon as possible."

"Yes!" Mohammed nodded immediately and looked at Zhao Ziyang striding towards his cave with admiration on his face.

As for what he wanted to say to Zhao Ziyang, he put it aside. He knew that his prestige had increased again and that God would always be by his side.

"Special Forces, we have to leave quickly. The reconnaissance plane must have taken pictures just now, and this place will be attacked by bombers soon." Seeing Zhao Ziyang walking in, Daofeng quickly jumped to his side.

The room looked particularly messy. The little wild cat continued to chew on apples. A few copper coins were embedded in the ground, with only a small part of them exposed. It seemed that the blade was frightened by the little wild cat, so much so that he regarded Zhao Ziyang as his savior.

"I've already asked, and we will be sent away immediately." Zhao Ziyang nodded, feeling a little funny.

He would not 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 arrived at the right time. His cool actions will make these Taliban worship him. These people are barbaric, simple and worship the strong. Zhao Ziyang's actions will undoubtedly be religiousized by them.

This is a group of devout Islamic believers who always blame Allah.

Things went smoothly, and Zhao Ziyang and the others were immediately arranged to go to the southern desert overnight. When leaving, Mohammed gave the three people a bag of compressed biscuits seized from the US military as a token of gratitude.

Zhao Ziyang and Dao Feng smiled bitterly. The compressed biscuits they ate were perfect dry food for the Taliban, and it was difficult to refuse such hospitality. The good thing was that the little wild cat threw away the apples and started to become interested in compressed biscuits.
Chapter completed!