A large group of people in black robes gathered here under the stands, and they looked at the teenagers in the stands with empty eyes, and there was a kind of indifference in their eyes.

An old man with a white beard, accompanied by several soldiers, walked up to the center of the stand.

"Dear faithful devotees, I am the bishop of the Great Temple of Kanto, and here I will preside over the sacrifice to the Lord, and I inspire in the name of the great Prophet Muhammad: The holy flame will bring our sacrifice and our hearts to my great Lord, may the holy war be successful and the light of the Lord shine on the world!"

On the roof of a mile away from the stands, Du Feng pressed Sinka, who had been resisting vigorously, using listening equipment to listen to the speech at the scene, and after Xinka woke up, Du Feng found that he had a blind belief in the extremist organization, and he was completely brainwashed and directly regarded himself as a "heretic!" He kept cursing Du Feng, affecting him to convey his sincerity to Allah.

If the body is not settled, the soul will find a resting place, and in a place like Syria, where there is no stability in people's hearts in troubled times, a belief is the only spiritual sustenance, but this kind of sustenance is easy to be used by people, penetrating the weakest place of human nature, and stringing the whole person into their own selfish desires like stringing a string of beads, which is the usual method used by cults.

Du Feng squeezed Sinka and said, "Your great priests are pushing you to hell, how to distinguish between good and bad is too difficult for you, but if you want to survive in this world, you must consider how you should live." ”

Xinka was gagged by Du Feng, and could only whisper through the rags: "You demon, it was you who brought the disaster, it's all your fault, the sect leader is merciful, I will exchange my sacrifice for my family's forgiveness!"

Du Feng said with a smile: "Your sacrifice in exchange for nothing but the sorrow of your mother and your sister, their lives will not change for the better because of your disappearance." ”

After Du Feng finished speaking, he no longer paid attention to this completely brainwashed young man, because at this moment, in the stands below, in a burst of shouts, the sacrificial ceremony had begun.

The old man in the white robe and twelve men in the same costume walked in front of the dozen children, holding torches aloof, and they kept reciting scriptures they did not understand.

"Hurricane Squad, all of them must not act until they hear the order!" Du Feng said coldly to the walkie-talkie on the roof of the building, he knew that the next scene would be very heart-wrenching, and everyone with a little mercy would lose their temper.

"Whew!"

The flames were blown up a lot by the wind, and finally the torches were suspended on the dry wood, and the strong smell of gasoline made people have no doubt that the flames would follow the air and ignite the whole stand.

"Child, will you take our devotion to the Great Lord?" said the old man, lifting the hood of a young man's hood and turning to the young man.

The boy nodded, and in his weak eyes he could see which kind of firmness was far beyond the immature appearance!

The old man waved his hand in satisfaction, and continued to walk in front of the second child, it was a girl, and the same question was exchanged for the same determination and fanaticism.

In the end, the old man finally asked all the thirteen teenagers, and after nodding with satisfaction, he saw that he threw the torch in his hand directly to the fire under the young man.

"Boom!" In an instant, the flames soared into the sky, and the dry wood and gasoline were simply ignited at the touch of a button, and the torch burned even more fiercely.

The boys who were tied to the pillars were gradually consumed by the smoke formed by the flames, and now the flames could not reach them, and all that could harm them was the smoke.

"Ahem!"

The cough kept coming.

"I can't stand it anymore, I don't want to die!" the only girl cried with a crying voice.

"Ah, I'm not going to be a sacrifice, let me out. In the midst of the smoke, another child cried out desperately, not engulfed in flames, but in the instinctive fear of fire.

Then there were children who kept making frightened sounds, and in an instant the voices of the thirteen children were intertwined, and the wailing and crying sounded one after another, like a soul song, which reverberated in the hearts of everyone present. Without exception, in this moment of crisis, they have all broken free from their brainwashing, and now it is a real fear for them.

On the top of the building, Xinka looked at the thirteen children silently, and after a long time, he lowered his head and said to Du Feng silently: "It should be mine, she is for me." ”

"Can you save them?" said to Du Feng as if he had grasped some life-saving straw.

Du Feng shook his head and said, "Is it okay to exchange your life?"

Xinka was stunned, he didn't know what was wrong with him, he was very silent about life and death just now, but now he attaches great importance to his life.

"Yes!"

"I've learned to think about the value of my life, that's good!" Du Feng said: "But it's a pity that I can't agree to your request, and someone is already faster than me." ”

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So far, on the Internet, a piece of news from the Syrian region has been directly pushed in the popularity of major websites, since the defeat of the NATO coalition forces in this land, after the successful establishment of the state of Salam, it seems to be closed, there is no news from inside, no one knows what is going on inside, this news undoubtedly caught people's curiosity, but when people clicked in, it inspired endless shock.

A Chinese netizen commented: "Cult! These extremist organizations deserve death. ”

American netizen: "What is our United Nations doing to mutilate children? What about humanitarianism, the stake that was eliminated in the Middle Ages, and now using this is to exterminate humanity." ”

"I can't imagine that there are so many people in this world who are enduring inhuman abuse!"

There is no doubt that hatred of extremist groups has been ignited on the Internet around the world, and just as people are cursing and furious, news from the Syrian region arrives.

"I am Hassan Assad, the first president of Salam! In order to save the suffering compatriots, in order to save the Syrian region, we will impose sanctions on the crimes committed by extremist groups in the Deir ez-Zor region, and now I announce that Salem will officially declare war on extremist groups with immediate effect. ”

The message from Salem was very brief, but full of power, and the tone of déjà vu made one wonder if the spokesman had been replaced by a white man with his hair, and there would have been no doubt that this preaching would have been used by the United States to achieve "justice."

The camera pans to show a desert, in the endless desert, a large number of black dots are moving, the camera zooms in, it is an army! and it is a highly mechanized armored unit, with a whistling sound, a flying squadron whistling by.

"Is this the army of Salem?"