Zhu Xiaoqiang finally understood what was going on with the frightened guts, there were more than 50 prisoners at the scene, and there were only four of IsIs's soldiers, as long as they shouted and fled in all directions, there could always be a few who survived, better than being shot in the head by people in line here, but the prisoners' legs were weak, and they had no will to fight, so they knelt and waited for death.

The masked man in black killed people in an orderly manner, just like a worker on an assembly line, the captives fell in a pool of blood one by one, and soon it was Zhu Xiaoqiang's turn, at this moment, his brain was blank, and he couldn't think of anything, so he felt that the hot muzzle of the gun was against the back of his head, in fact, this was an illusion, the executioner was standing two meters behind him, in order to prevent the contents of his head from splashing on his body.

"Click", half of Zhu Xiaoqiang's body went limp, feeling that he was dead, but after a few seconds, he felt that he was still alive, and looked back tremblingly, it turned out to be the gunman's AK47 jammed, and the bolt was pulled back and forth, and a deformed Chinese-made green copper-clad steel bullet shell jumped out, and the gunman aimed at Zhu Xiaoqiang again, this time it was an empty gun, and there were no bullets.

Tossing back and forth twice, Zhu Xiaoqiang was equal to passing two times on the ghost gate, sweating profusely, not knowing what was going on, he became bold, and shouted: "Don't kill me, I'm Chinese!" ”

The gunman ignored him at all, put on a new magazine and was about to shoot, when a person ran over in the distance, stopped the gunman, lifted Zhu Xiaoqiang out of captivity, pulled him aside and asked him in half-baked Chinese: "Are you Chinese?" ”

"Yes, yes, I am Chinese, I support you, I am anti-American, are you also Chinese, we are compatriots." Zhu Xiaoqiang met someone who could speak Chinese, as if he had found a relative, and he was busy making his position clear.

The man gave him the butt of a rifle and shouted, "I'm a **Turk, not your compatriot!" ”

Several black-clothed people got together and muttered, discussed briefly for a while, tied up Zhu Xiaoqiang, and threw him into the pickup car.

The slaughter continued, the captives were all executed, the smell of blood was overwhelming, Zhu Xiaoqiang was lying in the sun-scorched Zhongxing pickup truck, watching this cruel scene, almost throwing up.

Anyway, he didn't have to die, but what was waiting for Zhu Xiaoqiang was not a good thing, he was taken away by IsIs armed personnel and locked in a dark dungeon, and I don't know that after a few days, someone suddenly pulled him out, interrogated him in front of the camera, and took out a hunting knife and pulled it around his neck, making a posture of cutting off his head, and scared Zhu Xiaoqiang half to death.

The next day, a number of news organizations received emails from IsIs, claiming that they had hostages, and demanded that the Chinese government release the terrorist leader Aishan in exchange.

As you can imagine, the Chinese government has ignored it.

When the date of the ultimatum came, Zhu Xiaoqiang was forced to change into red clothes, tied to a chair with five flowers, and several people opposite were fiddling with a Japanese-made JVc camera, and the V "compatriot" from Xinjiang was holding a dagger in one hand and an oil stone in the other, sharpening the knife back and forth on it, and glancing at Zhu Xiaoqiang's neck from time to time.

"Don't kill me, I'm a Muslim." Zhu Xiaoqiang begged for mercy in vain.

The "compatriot" slapped him in the mouth: "You are a Kafel, not a Muslim!" ”

Zhu Xiaoqiang was discouraged, he could only wait for death obediently, last time it was a fluke, this time he was really going to die, and in an instant, the experience from childhood to adulthood flashed in front of him, there were tears in the corners of his eyes, and he muttered: "I have lived in vain in my life, I hope that I can travel to a good family when I die, and I will no longer live such a wretch." ”

The camera began to record, and some people were impassionedly reciting the proverb denouncing China, and the "compatriots" were murderous and sharpened their knives.

Zhu Xiaoqiang was killed.

Suddenly, the whole building shook violently, Zhu Xiaoqiang's eyes were dark, and he didn't know anything, and when he woke up slowly, the scene in front of him stunned him.

The building was reduced to rubble, the armed men were crushed under the rubble, life and death were unknown, and a cement beam was smashing on the chair, which was very strong and saved Zhu Xiaoqiang's life.

Zhu Xiaoqiang slowly crawled out, rubbed the rope on his body in the corner of the wall, and touched his face, it was full of blood, and the shock wave made him bleed from all his orifices, and the injury was not light, but relatively speaking, he was lucky, the "compatriot" had his thigh broken, and his mouth was blistering with blood, and he was reaching out to him.

"What are you going to do?" asked Zhu Xiaoqiang.

Zhu Xiaoqiang subconsciously took half a step back, suddenly became angry, pounced over and kicked with his foot, was angry, picked up the dagger from the ground, raised it high, and inserted it into the neck of his "compatriot", gritted his teeth, cut hard, and cut off his head, and was worried that the others were not dead, so he stabbed the knife one by one, the white knife went in and the red knife came out, and the blood of the killing was rolling.

After the killing, Zhu Xiaoqiang cried loudly, the hoarse cry was not harsh in the explosion one after another, the United Nations forces launched an air strike, countless Jdam guided bombs fell in the camp, IsIs suffered heavy casualties.

Zhu Xiaoqiang regained his composure without crying twice, he quickly took off the red prison uniform on his body, put it on the "headless" compatriot, changed into a black dress, put on a black hood, and put the black background and white character identification badge on the arm of the "compatriot" on his body, which means that the Arabic text on it means that the holy warrior from China.

Putting on IsIs's military uniform, Zhu Xiaoqiang breathed a sigh of relief and planned to fish out in troubled waters, but he was caught after taking a few steps and asked him to dig people out of the rubble with his bare hands.

Zhu Xiaoqiang was afraid of being recognized, so he worked very hard, and after not working for ten minutes, gunshots rang out in the distance, and the government army arrived, and someone stuffed Zhu Xiaoqiang with an AK47 and pushed him to the front line.

From a hostage to a terrorist, Zhu Xiaoqiang has not completed this role change, he hesitates and does not dare to shoot, of course he does not know how to operate firearms, people who have played CS may not necessarily play real guns, he knows where the insurance is.

Zhu Xiaoqiang's head was sweating, and he was hurriedly fiddling with the automatic rifle, just standing in the open area as a live target, the bullets were whistling in his ears, but none of them could hit him.

Suddenly, ak47 fired, Zhu Xiaoqiang swept wildly with a gun, like the eight-way hero in the anti-Japanese war drama, the government army on the opposite side was frightened by his lifeless momentum, and the momentum of the IsIs armed force was invigorated, chanting slogans and pressing up, the government army saw that it was not good, and immediately made a strategic turn.

Zhu Xiaoqiang became a hero, his shoulders were numb, everyone wore black hoods, and they looked like ghosts, no one knew anyone, but it was very convenient for him to impostor.

The camp was destroyed, this place can not stay for a long time, the army withdrew, Zhu Xiaoqiang was trapped in it, several times he wanted to pee and escaped, he had been mixed in Iraq for a long time, the Arabic level barely passed, and he could also point simple English, and learned in communication that this group and the people who wanted to kill themselves were not a force, this is a famous international brigade, there are a large number of volunteers from Europe and South Asia, and the leader is a British Pakistani, named Habibie.

"What's your name?" A young man from Malaysia asked him.

"My name is Yusuf." Zhu Xiaoqiang looked at the armband and borrowed the name of the "compatriot".

In the evening, the troops camped and rested, the commander personally came to encourage Yusuf, had dinner with him, ate hand-caught mutton together, of course, asked Zhu Xiaoqiang's resume, Zhu Xiaoqiang was also a little anxious, using Wei Xiaobao's superb technique of lying, mixing nine percent of the truth into lies, disguising himself as a Muslim in Xinjiang, China, plus some cases on the Internet, how to suffer tyranny persecution, how to smuggle from Southeast Asia, through Indonesia to Syria, coax Habibie into confusion, praise him as a good soldier of Allah.

After the meal, a woman wearing a giribap suit came into Zhu Xiaoqiang's tent, and she couldn't see her figure, but her eyes were very beautiful.

Zhu Xiaoqiang sneered, scratched his head, and smirked.

The woman took off her veil and hood, and it turned out to be a European girl, with a flaxen head, brown eyes, long eyelashes, and some freckles on her face, estimated to be sixteen or seventeen years old.

"Where are you from?" Zhu Xiaoqiang asked in English.

“Bosniaandherzegovina。” The girl said.

Zhu Xiaoqiang didn't understand and said, "You ...... Is there anything I can help with? ”

The girl's expression was blank, and she began to untie her clothes, and after taking off her giribav suit, she showed her slender and fit figure, the European Yanma is not covered, just a pair of long legs can play all night, Zhu Xiaoqiang swallowed his saliva, and his breathing became short, he has been in Iraq for so long, even women are rare, and the occasional one is a black eagle in a giribav suit, and he can't hold it anymore.

"Wang Hong, I'm sorry for you." Zhu Xiaoqiang pounced on a vicious dog and pressed it.

Zhu Xiaoqiang tossed all night, envy the other fighters, this is a treatment that only combat heroes can enjoy, the commander's special labor service, there is no shortage of women from all over the world to join the jihadist cause in the Islamic State, and most of them are ignorant girls under the age of twenty, who are left by the elders to be used, and the generalized ones serve as comfort personnel, but there are still more wolves and less meat, and ordinary soldiers only have two ways to leak **, or die in battle and go to heaven to receive 72 virgins, Either go to the outskirts and find a sheep or donkey or something.

There was a reason why the commander rewarded Zhu Xiaoqiang, and the next day "Yusuf" was summoned to the big tent, and Habibi told him that the International Brigade needed volunteers for an unexpected surprise attack, and then looked at him with blazing eyes.

Volunteers, that is, death squad members, have always died for life, don't think about coming back if you go, Zhu Xiaoqiang is not really a devout saint warrior, just an impostor who fishes in troubled waters, where does he have the will to be a volunteer, he looked down at the ground and was silent.

"You have the right to know what the action is about." The commander said, "We're going to attack in the territory of Colin, there are a lot of Chinese investment refineries, you know the Chinese Chinese language, we need you to be the interpreter." ”

Zhu Xiaoqiang's mind turned very fast, Iraq was full of smoke, and it was very difficult to escape, but it was easy to do it when he arrived in Colin, and he slipped away from the loophole, and the success rate was very high.

"I am willing to join the death squad, to be loyal to the cause of the Islamic State, and to die for Harry." Zhu Xiaoqiang swore solemnly.

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