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Since Syria fell into chaos, almost the whole of Syria has been plunged into war, but Hertus is an exception, not only is there no war, but because of the intervention of various forces, it is more prosperous than before. Here, the forces of all parties seem to have formed a tacit understanding, everyone is the main one, through this port, to swallow the materials needed, here, no matter how much hatred, no one will do it...... But as long as you get out of this city, you will have your own ability, black eating black things are very common here, and no one will condemn them, and it is useless to condemn them here, the law of war is that the weak eat the strong, not for swords, but only for fish.

Of course, in this city, there is also a division of strength. The base camp of the Daesh organization, in an urban area where slums and city centers are intertwined, the composition of personnel here is extremely complex, Daesh organization and integration here, no one can say whether the people on the street are civilians or terrorists, maybe both, how can the country under war be so clearly distinguished.

Deep in the slums, a winery. The wineries in the slums can only make inferior wine, the materials used are not all grain, and the taste is sour, and it only takes three or four days at most from brewing to selling, and the wine will go bad after the time. But for people in the slums, being able to drink two sips of such inferior wine in the evening is already the ultimate satisfaction.

The underground warehouse of the winery had been requisitioned by the Daesh at this time. The owner of the winery did not feel that there was any problem with this, Daesh's warriors were very generous, they would not reduce his rent, and they only used underground warehouses, which did not affect him to sell wine. Although you often hear a sound similar to a scream, no one minds, whether it is a seller or a buyer...... This is a place where you can sell your daughter as a slave, this is a place where it is not illegal to kill slaves, and the people who Daesh's warriors deal with are all those heretics, and it is absolutely helpless to use some cruel methods.

Wahadura did not like to hear screams very much.

Unlike fanatics like Abbas, Wahadullah was originally a scholar, and his family was one of Syria's most powerful families. He studied in Saudi Arabia and the United States, where he focused on international relations. As a teenager, he dreamed of trying to save the country, and in the opposition he was one of those who were reluctant to resort to force. But the war broke out without warning, and there was no chance for people like him to negotiate with the government, like chasing ducks to the shelves, and inexplicably they became rebels, terrorists.

And he has also become one of them, even the backbone.

Watching the motherland plunge into war and people killing each other, Wahadullah lived in a painful struggle every day. However, he does not have the ability to change the situation...... Perhaps, as the slogan of the organization suggests, only when the government is overthrown and the country is established can new hope be born from the ruins......

There was another scream in my ears, this was the seventh time tonight, and the young man with very hard bones was still scolding. None of the people present could understand his language, but Wahadullah could understand it, but he didn't seem to understand, this young man was also a warrior, if he wanted to beg for mercy, he could have spoken English, but he just didn't speak...... In the words of the Chinese, he should be a person who 'sacrifices his life for righteousness', and the greatest recognition for a glorious warrior is to respect his choice. Let him die honorably instead of living reluctantly.

Suddenly, there was a sound on the stairs, and Wahadura put down the compressed biscuit in his hand and looked up. The man was dressed in black robes and looked like a priest, but within the Daesh Order, they were called 'messengers'.

The envoy will not show up easily, but if he does, there must be something important, and a middle level like Wahadura cannot afford to neglect it.

"Messenger," Wahadura saluted, bowing slightly, "what are the commands?" ”

The messenger returned the salute, covering his face and not seeing his expression, only two shining eyes, exuding a fanatical aura, and his voice was very hoarse, as if shouting out his throat: "Among your captives, there is a Chinese?"

"Yes. Wahadullah nodded in acknowledgement and said, "But his identity has not yet been determined, and Abbas is interrogating him." ”

"It's good to be alive," said the messenger, and whispered a few words in Wahadura's ear, who, surprised, hurried to the door of the 'interrogation room', pushed open the door and shouted inside: "Abbas, stop!"

Abbas was picking up his whip to fall when he heard Wahadullah's voice and looked back at him: "Is something wrong?

"The messenger has come. ”

Abbas did not dare to slack off, hurriedly dropped the whip and walked over, bowed and saluted: "Messenger,"

The messenger glanced inside and said, "Find someone to treat him, this person is very valuable and useful for our cause...... In addition, the organization received news that the South Korean government has invited very powerful people to help, so it can't be delayed any longer, and we must leave tonight, and only when we get to our place can it be considered safe. ”

Wahadullah thought for a moment and said, "This is very risky, now it is all refugees fleeing here, and we are going in the opposite direction, I am afraid it will attract attention...... People are easy to do, the key is 'goods', not easy to transport. ”

The envoy said in a deep voice: "The goods are not important, a dozen missiles are not enough to change the overall situation, but people are very important, we must behead the heretical general before the battle, expand the influence of our Daesh, set off now, be sure to bring people back before dawn tomorrow." As for these goods, they can be brought back, but they can't be brought back...... Just give up. ”

"I see. Wahadura nodded, already having a decision in her heart.

When the messenger had finished speaking, he turned and left. After leaving the winery, he turned a few streets and ripped the black robe on his body, he may be the owner of the shop next door, or he may be a beggar on the street, no one knows the true identity of the 'messenger'.

Wahadullah found out the map, analyzed the route with Abbas, and said: "Abbas, you set off with people at night, and I will find a way to bring the 'goods' back, we have sacrificed so many things that the soldiers have gotten, we can't give up so casually." ”

"But Wahadullah!" Abbas exclaimed, "as you said earlier, shipping goods is dangerous and easy to detect...... You are the most outstanding warrior in Daesh, I can't let you take the risk, or you come and bring the people, and I will transport the goods......"

Wahadullah shook his head, patted Abbas on the shoulder, and said, "Abbas, don't say that, you are no longer my servant, you are also an outstanding warrior...... My anguish, you know, if it can't be glorious, then let me die, I've been waiting for this day......"

"But, Wahadura ......"

"Say no more. Wahadullah interrupted Abbas and said, "Obey my commands, Abbas." (To be continued.) )