The Afghan guerrilla looked at the two dates in his hand, and he also understood in his heart that this was a way for the allies of the "East Turkistan Liberation Organization" to express friendship to them, and after hesitating for a moment, the Afghan guerrilla still picked out a date from the two dates that looked smooth and intact without any scars, and carefully put it into his mouth.

The sand date made a "click, click" sound in the mouth of the Afghan guerrilla.

"How's that, it's sweet, isn't it?"

The corners of the Afghan guerrilla's mouth lifted slightly upward, and just as the smile on his face unfolded, he looked as if someone had kicked him heavily in the lower abdomen, and his face instantly turned pale. Before anyone else could understand what was going on, the battle-hardened Afghan guerrilla turned the butt of his AK automatic rifle upside down and slammed it into his stomach. But at this time, it was as if thousands of needles were piercing wildly in his body, and in this terrible pain beyond the limits of human endurance, his body and his hands were trembling slightly, and he aimed at the butt of the gun that he had smashed so hard, and it actually slashed through his stomach and smashed into his ribs.

The Afghan guerrilla raised his automatic rifle again, and just as he was about to smash it with the butt again, a member of the "East Turkistan Liberation Organization" who had just handed him Shajube grabbed the automatic rifle in his hand and shouted: "What's wrong with you, why do you want to smash yourself yourself?" You're going to hurt yourself by doing that! ”

The Afghan guerrillas stared at this bastard in front of him who didn't know what he had done, this bastard, who had to give him two poisonous dates, and just when he was about to force himself to spit out the dates in his stomach with external force, it was still this self-inflicted bastard, blocking his last trace of life!

The Afghan guerrilla's finger is on the trigger of the automatic rifle, and as long as he pulls the trigger hard, the bullet that comes out of the barrel will pull the other party and finish with him! However, looking at the member of the "East Turkistan Liberation Organization" who showed a bit of anxiety and concern on his face, and watching him hurriedly pull out a white towel that had almost turned black, and even poured his precious water on the towel, trying to help him wipe the cold sweat from his forehead, the Afghan guerrillas could not help but let out a soft sigh in their hearts. They chased after the two [***] people, chased them from the dense forest into the desert, and fought side by side for thirty days, and it must be a lie to say that they did not get along with each other with the same hatred!

The Afghan guerrillas hesitated, but finally slowly released the trigger of the automatic rifle, and the whole person was like an empty pocket, covering his lower abdomen, and slowly fell to his knees. He stretched out his trembling hand and pointed at the captain who was standing in the distance and didn't know what was going on here, his lips twitched, but by this time he was speechless. The "member of the East Turkistan Liberation Organization" finally became a little smarter at this time, and he straightened his neck and shouted at the Afghan guerrilla leader who was standing in the distance holding a Russian military telescope and didn't know what he was looking at: "Old man, come here quickly, something has happened to your men!" ”

The Afghan guerrilla leader rushed towards him like a cheetah, and those who did not see this scene could never imagine that a sixty-year-old man could burst out of his seemingly thin and thin body with such a terrifying explosive force in an instant. Seeing the Afghan guerrillas kneeling on the ground, the Afghan guerrilla leader widened his eyes and hissed, "Awang ......"

The Afghan guerrilla leader stretched out his hand and grabbed Ngawang who was kneeling on the ground by the hair with the most brutal movements, and even pulled him to his feet, and then the captain clenched his fist and hit Ngawang hard in the stomach.

"Wow......"

Ngawang fell to his knees again, clutching his hard-hit stomach, and spitting out the dry sand with a mouth of the sand date he had just eaten into his stomach, along with his gastric juice, his blood, his vitality and his hope of survival.

The air was filled with the sour smell of vomit and a heavy smell of blood.

Looking at the blood that Ngawang had spit out that had taken on an unnatural color, at the beads of sweat that were the size of beans rolling down on his face, and at his face that was so pale that there was no longer any blood, the Afghan guerrilla leader was really stunned. As soon as the Afghan guerrilla leader pulled out his bayonet, he grabbed the member of the "East Turkistan Liberation Organization" who was completely stunned next to him, and hissed wildly: "Awang is the best soldier around me, he has used his body to block bullets for me, he is the best brother that Allah has given me!" He didn't die in the nine years of 'holy war', he followed me in more than 300 battles, big and small, he didn't die under the enemy's bullets, I can't imagine that today, he died in the hands of you bastard! ”

"I want you to pay for Ngawang's life!"

The bayonet in the hand of the Afghan guerrilla leader stabbed out, and at this time, no one dared to speak out to dissuade this soldier and child who watched the soldiers and children around him fall one by one, and his eyes were already a poignant crimson, looking like an old man who had been mortally wounded and had completely fallen into a state of madness!

No one could save this member of the "East Turkistan Liberation Organization," but just when the old-fashioned bayonet in the Afghan captain's hand, which was more than two feet long and had long since withdrawn from the stage of the modern battlefield, had pierced his shirt and was about to pierce his chest, the bayonet suddenly froze in mid-air.

The Afghan guerrilla leader gasped, he stared viciously at the frightened bloodless face in front of him, but he was finally able to stand there without the members of the "East Turkistan Liberation Organization" who fell to the ground with weak legs. This veteran guerrilla, who has more than 60 years of life experience and has spent most of his life on the battlefield, stretched out his hand and pointed to the "ally" in front of him who pushed his most powerful assistant into the abyss of irretrievable death, and hissed: "Remember, from this time on, your life is no longer yours!" If you still want to live, if you want to die under my bayonet, then you will take the head of one of the [***] people in your own hands and exchange it with me! ”

This member of the "East Turkistan Liberation Organization" nodded like a chicken pecking rice, and the skin on his chest could clearly feel the coldness and sharpness of the metal weapon on the blade of the old-fashioned bayonet in the hands of the Afghan guerrilla leader.

The Afghan guerrilla leader also knelt on the ground, reached out and hugged the guerrilla whose body was trembling and blood was beginning to seep out of his eyes, nose, ears, and mouth, and he put the old-fashioned bayonet in his hand against Ngawang's heart.

The Afghan guerrilla leader held his head high, only in this way could he stop tears from flowing from his eyes, and he said in a trembling voice: "Brother, do you have any last wishes?" ”

Ngawang shook his head slowly, just when the bayonet in the hand of the Afghan guerrilla leader was about to pierce his heart, he suddenly reached out and grabbed the old-fashioned saber, and in the inquiring eyes of the Afghan guerrilla leader, this warrior who followed the captain's side, fought ceaselessly for their "jihad" and their homeland, had already made a horse leather shroud, and died in a foreign land to sacrifice his thoughts for Allah, stretched out his other trembling hand.

In the palm of Ngawang's hand, he held a sand date!

Ngawang knew that he was going to die, but he kept kneeling there, trying his best to fight against the terrible pain caused by the attack of the poison in his body, and in the midst of his fierce breath, he suddenly squeezed out of his throat what was perhaps his last scream in this world: "Why?!" …… I'm not convinced! I'm unwilling! ”

Yes, he really doesn't understand.

Yes, he really didn't accept it!

Ngawang really doesn't understand, why the "East Turkistan Liberation Organization" guys eat the sand dates that were picked from the same tree, and he specially selected a sand date that doesn't seem to be damaged on the surface, but he will be highly poisoned?!

Ngawang struggled to widen his eyes, which had been covered with a blood-red mist, and he reached out with a trembling hand to point to the fruit tree from which he had plucked the poisonous dates.

The Afghan guerrilla leader looked at the date tree pointed by Ngawang and said in a strange voice: "Brother, you wait, I'll find out the reason!" I would never let my brother, when he saw our Allah, when he saw our great war heroes, not know how he died on the battlefield! ”

Following the direction of Ngawang's finger, the Afghan guerrilla leader walked to the date tree, and he carefully looked at the date tree, and on the top of the date tree, the Afghan guerrilla leader could clearly see that on the tree that had been stripped of all the leaves, there were insects and ants crawling back and forth on it, looking in vain for the delicacy that belonged to them.

But the keen eyes of the Afghan guerrilla leader quickly fell under the body of the jujube tree, and he crouched down and gently picked up the curled corpse of an ant from the ground. After staring for a moment, the Afghan guerrilla leader drew his bayonet and gently ripped off a piece of jujube bark from the treetops, covering an ant with a few seconds of swaggering out from under the bark.

The Afghan guerrilla leader cut off a piece of bark from the bottom half of the jujube tree, and then put this piece of bark on the same ant, but the ant never crawled out from under the bark again, and when the bark was lifted, the Afghan guerrilla leader saw the dead ant corpse curled up together.

This jujube tree is half poisonous and half non-toxic! The most incredible thing is that between the two, there seems to be an invisible watershed, so that they are in the Chu River and Han realms, each in its own place!

Faced with this bizarre scene, everyone's eyes widened, and even the Afghan guerrilla leader couldn't help frowning.

After thinking for a moment, he put on a pair of sheepskin gloves and carefully removed the branches, and when his hands swept over the body of the tree, and finally stopped in the middle of the tree, a certain position, the face of the Afghan guerrilla leader changed. He slowly pulled out a piece of ring-shaped bark from the tree that had been cut off with a saber but had been rewrapped in a delicate camouflage.

Choosing a secret location, the [***] people used a fighting saber to cut off the bark of the jujube tree in Paoguosha, forcibly cut off the meridian pathway established by the jujube tree through the bark, and used the simplest method to divide a jujube tree several feet high into two sections!

The sand dates that grow in the upper part of the entire jujube tree have been cut off from the meridians, which has suspended the transmission of water, and the poison of "Jihad No. 1" cannot be transmitted. Therefore, when the terrorists and the pursuing force arrived here, there were still ants crawling back and forth on this jujube tree, which invisibly became the perfect camouflage for this trap.

And in the lower part of this jujube tree, each sand jujube circulates with the photosynthetic water of the tree, and it is covered with the "Jihad No. 1" virus.

This seems to be just a very simple but practical trap, but in fact, it already contains the deepest understanding of the psychology of human behavior, as well as the weaknesses and fixed thinking patterns of human surnames.

The reason why Zhan Xia Ge chose the jujube tree to inject the poison of "Holy War No. 1" is because the sand dates on the treetop of this jujube tree have been bitten by ants!

In the general sense, and perhaps also of the Afghan guerrillas, what is found in the wild for food, bitten by insects and ants, is non-poisonous and edible.

And the most eye-catching on this jujube tree, but the sand date that has been bitten by ants, although everyone understands that the Chinese [***] people are only a few hours away from them, they poison all the way, there are wormholes on the sand dates, which is essentially meaningless, and it is definitely not a guarantee of safety. But for such a wormhole, it is instilling in everyone's subconscious the view that "I am safe, come and eat my fruit", which makes them involuntarily relax their vigilance.

It's like bitter is not necessarily good medicine.

The reason why Zhan Xia Ge chose such a jujube tree is because this jujube tree itself has a natural camouflage that is easy to paralyze people's minds and fall into a fixed mode of thinking.

This jujube tree is only less than three feet high, and the common habit of living beings can be called "good and bad work", most people face a jujube tree that is much shorter than themselves, and they will first reach out and directly pick the sand jujube that can be reached without bending down, and the treetop part is the easiest to reach.

After ten days of chasing in the desert, these terrorists have become vigilant enough about food, but with a little attention, anyone can find that there are ants crawling on these dates, and even ants burrowing in and out of the sand dates.

They did the test to check that they didn't poison it, or they just stuffed it into their mouths and chewed it, in short, all signs can show that the sand dates on this tree are not poisonous and there is no problem. There is no problem with the dates on the treetops, so when they bend down, or squat down, and pluck the dates under this tree as well.

According to their fixed thinking, the dates that grow on the same tree, since the ones above are not poisonous, the dates below without any traces of damage are of course even more likely to be poisonous!

Every step of the way was meticulously calculated, guiding the coalition of terrorists who had been chasing them step by step into the death trap he had designed.

Among them, there is also a section of the meaning of the design trap that did not tell Zhao Haiping, he and Zhao Haiping fought side by side for two months, they have confirmed each other's oath of life and death with their actions, and the war hero song is very clear about Zhao Haiping's apprentice's surname, specialty and too honest surname, resulting in almost irreparable disadvantages.

Zhao Haiping is really too honest, and he taught him some more advanced behavioral psychology, so that he understands that in this society, as long as there are people, there will be a division of group hierarchies, and at different levels of the social pyramid, social needs and influences are different, and the characteristics of the surname will be different, which will probably take a long time. Not to mention asking Zhao Haiping to lay a trap for surnames according to the characteristics of the common surname of people at different levels in the hierarchy pyramid!

As for making a reasonable estimation of the effect after laying the trap, Zhao Haiping is required to think backwards before making any military action on the battlefield, and take one step and count three steps, all of which is really beyond the limit of what Zhao Haiping can accept and understand now.

But every time Zhan Xia Ge was laying a trap, Zhao Haiping would grab the small notebook that he and Zhan Xia Ge had met for the first time two months ago, and Zhan Xia Ge gave him a small notebook that recorded Zhan Xia Ge's experience as a sniper, and kept recording various details on it, and asked Zhan Xia Ge questions from time to time.

The song of the warrior was about to pass the small notebook in Zhao Haiping's hand, and in the worst environment, Zhao Haiping did not lose this notebook. When Zhan Xia Ge opened this notebook, which had been turned over by Zhao Haiping I don't know how many times and had begun to curl a little, Zhan Xia Ge was surprised to find that every page of the entire notebook was filled with annotations expressed by Zhao Haiping with his own comprehension ability, as well as his experience after integrating these theories into actual combat on the battlefield.

Turning the pages of the battle song, he can clearly see Zhao Haiping's growth from a theoretical sniper who only knows how to shoot at the target to a senior sniper who is truly proficient in special operations!

It is with this humble and studious spirit that Zhao Haiping, who is definitely not outstanding in talent, has walked out of his own way in the sniper, an industry that kills with one blow like an ancient assassin and is known as the spokesman of death on the modern battlefield!

Song of War pulled out the small ballpoint pen inserted in the notebook and left a note on the notebook: "According to the composition of the terrorists and their internal positions, they have different identity needs. The people at the bottom of the organization don't have any identity, and they don't need to care about any dignity or face, so they will rush over after seeing the sand dates, and stuff them into their mouths when they grab them. And those leaders, even if they are also very thirsty and hungry, see the sand dates, in order to maintain their social recognition needs, that is, to maintain their sense of personal authority in this organization, they will never compete with ordinary members to compete for a few sand dates, they prefer to wait for those grassroots personnel who have proved with their bodies that the sand dates are not poisonous, and consciously and actively send the sand dates to them. So ......"

When the Song of War Heroes was written here, a strange smile slowly appeared on his face, and Zhao Haiping probably would not have had it in his life, and he added the last paragraph to his notebook: "So the highly poisonous sand dates will at least make the joint pursuit force composed of terrorists lose a middle and high-level leader." This is of great benefit to breaking the alliance between the three organizations of the East Turkistan Liberation Organization, the Chechen [***] Army, and the Afghan Guerrillas", which are not strong! If the sand date poisoning incident causes mutual dissatisfaction between them, which should exist between them but has been lurking in the depths, as long as they can see blood, they can get out of control and achieve the good extension effect of 'two peaches killing three soldiers'. ”

Returning the notebook to Zhao Haiping, Zhan Xia Song said casually: "Don't be in a hurry to read it, this paragraph I wrote, maybe now you read it, it will only add some unnecessary trouble, and when we get out of this desert and return to China, you can read it slowly and taste it slowly." When you can fully read it and apply it to every aspect of your life, infiltrate every detail of your battlefield, and create your own sniper philosophy, you can officially learn from me! ”

"No, you will always be my teacher!"

Zhao Haiping really didn't open the notebook, honestly, with a respectful attitude, put the notebook with new content added to the song of the warriors into a plastic bag that can have a waterproof effect, inserted it into his own personal pocket, and then carefully pinned the button.

Zhao Haiping scratched his head and said with a sincere smile: "Master, I don't understand, isn't a sniper a powerful soldier who first ensures that he can survive on the battlefield, and then uses the weapon in his hand to effectively hit the enemy, why do you still talk about philosophy?" As for the creation of philosophy, this kind of work is still left to those experts, professors and scholars to complete, I am just a junior high school graduate, and I want to create philosophy, and I will not laugh to death when I say it! ”

Zhan Xia Ge shook his head wordlessly, if Zhao Haiping couldn't jump over this bottle path with his own strength, then the biggest pinnacle achievement in his life was probably just a senior sniper who was good at hiding himself in various terrains, had good marksmanship, good skills, and at most a senior sniper with good actual combat experience.

After a long time of singing, the warrior said in a low voice: "Remember, the biggest role of snipers on the battlefield is not how many enemies they shoot, but to use death to form a huge psychological deterrent to the enemy, tearing out a hole in their originally invulnerable defensive line!" ”

Zhao Haiping nodded again and again as if he didn't understand.

In the same place, Ngawang, a member of the Afghan guerrillas, also nodded, slowly closed his eyes, and let the bayonet in the hand of the Afghan guerrilla leader hit his heart.

"Brother, go in peace, Allah is waiting for you with open arms open his warm and wide arms!" As soon as the Afghan guerrilla captain sent his hand, Ngawang's body shook violently, and the bayonet finally pierced his heart. In the last few seconds of his life, Ngawang suddenly stretched out his hands and hugged him tightly to hold the Afghan guerrilla leader who had followed him for more than 20 years and was a father, comrade-in-arms, friend, and brother in his eyes. The blood that flowed from Ngawang's body flowed between the bodies of the two people who hugged each other tightly, and at this moment, a feeling of blood connection welled up in their hearts.

As a large amount of blood gushed out of his body, the terrible feeling of being like thousands of red-hot steel needles stabbing together was greatly reduced, and at the end of his life, Ngawang found that he could speak again!

Ngawang whispered, "I'm going home, goodbye...... Father...... Brothers...... Please take care and don't come to me too soon! Can I be with you for the rest of my life...... That's nice! ”

The Afghan guerrilla leader kept nodding, Ngawang gently exhaled his last breath, he tightly hugged his father, brothers, friends, and comrades-in-arms, and slowly softened, his body shook, he could no longer open his eyes, and finally completely paralyzed in the arms of this man who had no blood relationship with him, but already had a closer connection than blood, so that he could follow him for life.

"Ngawang...... My kids ......"

At this moment, even though the Afghan guerrilla leader raised his head high, large tears still kept pouring out of his eyes and sliding down his face frantically, sliding down little by little, drawing a short distance in the air, and silently disappearing into the desert under his feet, mixed with Ngawang's blood, and no longer separated from each other.

The Afghan guerrilla leader hugged his brother and child tightly, he hugged his friends and comrades-in-arms tightly, and his right hand still held tightly an old-fashioned bayonet more than two feet long, which had long since retired on the stage of the modern battlefield, and this bayonet was sinking deep into Awang's body.

Unlike others, when Ngawang left, his expression was very calm, and it could even be said that he walked peacefully.

Encountering such a special operations expert who has a thorough understanding of the weaknesses of people's surnames and integrates his own philosophy of life, he has been called a peak special operations expert in the design of Warrior Song, and he died in the face of the death trap carefully designed by Zhan Xia Ge...... Convinced!

As a soldier who had already been prepared for the death of the horse leather shroud in battle, he could finally die in the arms of his brothers, fathers, friends, and comrades-in-arms, and he died a ...... No regrets!

Dying at the hands of a true hero, in the arms of his closest relatives, is not a good thing for a soldier who is constantly struggling in despair.

(To be continued)