Excluding the members of the "East Turkistan Liberation Organization" who were shot dead by the Song of War and were carrying bazookas, eight armed religious fanatics who had received military training in terrorist training camps in Afghanistan and were willing to sacrifice their lives for the truth and "Allah," held up the "national flags" they had set up when the "East Turkistan National Congress" was held in Istanbul in 1992 and the "East Turkistan International National Federation" was established, and their "national anthems" were sung high, and one by one they followed the ropes on the helicopters, Plunge into the endless mountains and dense jungle beneath your feet.

In front of the cameras, these religious fanatics, all with resolute expressions, shout slogans such as "Die for Allah", "Fight for our holy war", "Strive for our ideal country" before jumping into the battlefield. These people are all dressed in white like snow, with a kind of tragedy on their faces, and they jumped off the helicopter along the rope without looking back.

At this time, Amirali exerted his extraordinary charm as a religious, spiritual, and practical leader, and he said emotionally: "Have you seen it, this is the fighter trained by our 'East Turkistan Liberation Organization'!" They are loyal and courageous, and every one of them, including me, is ready to die for our justice and truth at any time! For the happiness of millions of our compatriots, for the sake of our holy war, we will never give in to anyone, we are willing to grab the weapons in our hands to fight, shed blood and sacrifice, until we have enough respect, until we finally establish an ideal country that belongs to us! ”

John Mitchell, as an ace war reporter, faced Alamili who suddenly began to preach his "teachings", with a kind smile of understanding on his face, and even nodded his head again and again to Amirali to express encouragement. But his partner, whose face is blocked behind the camera, has a subtle taunt.

He and John Mitchell traveled north and south, what kind of characters have not been seen, what kind of slogans have not been heard? Rationally analyzed, if we simply summarize Amira's words, they are the standard "triune political forces", throw away all pretenses and lies, and to put it bluntly, they are a group of ultra-nationalists who aim at separatism, use religion as a cloak, and use terrorist activities as a means to think that they are noble enough.

What good bird can there be with the terrorists with the Afghan guerrillas as the main body, and the Taliban regime that just created the 911 incident?!

A few minutes later, eight armed members of the "East Turkistan Liberation Organization" and Zhan Xia Ge met in the jungle, and fierce gunfire rose one after another in the dense forest at the foot of the helicopter, mixed with the roar of grenades and grenades. Although he couldn't see the battle below, Alamili still announced with a proud gesture: "In less than fifteen minutes, we will be able to see the corpses of those two [***] people!" ”

Ma Kai-shek, the captain of Alamili's bodyguards, couldn't help but show a wry smile, the eight religious fanatics sent out just now are not afraid of death, but they have only received military training in an Afghan training camp for a few months, and although they have dealt with the armed police several times in China's border cities, their war experience against professional soldiers is almost equal to zero. In the face of the two super elites of the Chinese special forces who had already thrown the Inner Iva Convention out of the clouds and brazenly shouted that they had stained a battle flag red with blood, what advantage did they have other than a few more people?!

When more than 200 members of the coalition forces arrived, they were in shambles, and the bullet casings everywhere proved that there had been a brief but fierce battle here, and the bodies of eight armed religious fanatics of the East Turkistan Liberation Organization were scattered all over the jungle, each of them with a deep bullet hole in their eyebrows. They were obviously killed with one shot, but for some reason, there was an extra knife wound on each of them.

On the battle flag in their hands, there were eight more blood-stained marks.

After receiving the report from the commander of the joint pursuit force, Amirali ordered to return with a blue face, and in front of the camera, he left a message: "I will definitely let you see the bodies of those two [***] people, and swear in the name of Allah that I will be able to do it!" ”

The next day, Amirali took nine more ETLA militants, John Mitchell and his cameraman, and boarded the helicopter.

Another 3,000 rounds of heavy machine-gun bullets and dozens of rockets bombarded them, and then nine armed religious fanatics of the "East Turkistan Liberation Organization" with combat experience jumped into the jungle.

When more than 200 joint pursuit troops arrived, they saw nine corpses scattered in the jungle, and on their battle flags, there were nine more blood-stained marks.

Amirali didn't say anything to the camera this time, and in the face of such an ending, he wanted to promote the "East Turkistan Liberation Organization" to the world, but the brilliant action to fight China's political axe on the international stage turned into a slap in the face, and he really had nothing to say.

After returning to the base deep in the mountains, the supreme commander of the Chechen [***] armed forces, who shared the same hatred as the "East Turkistan Liberation Organization", said to Alamy: "Although your soldiers are brave, after all, they have not received formal military training, let alone actual combat experience, lack good tacit understanding and cooperation, and do not understand the combination of firepower. Well, tomorrow I'll send a squad of soldiers who we've been through two wars and have a lot of experience in guerrilla warfare in the jungle. ”

Amirali pondered for a moment, but nodded, now he couldn't care who killed the two [***] people, the most important thing was that they had to eliminate the two [***] people in the shortest possible time. One more day, and their color will be lost.

On the third day, on the helicopter, there was a team of experienced and tacit Chechen soldiers, and these soldiers who survived the two Chechen wars were all elite elements who had experienced a hundred battles. After most of the Chechen [***] armed forces were annihilated in the Second Chechen War, they hid deep in the mountains, relying on the mountains and dense forests to continue the confrontation with the political axe army, and were a group of professional masters who were proficient in jungle guerrilla warfare.

In the words of John Mitchell's speech to the camera, "This has evolved from a game between professional soldiers and militiamen to a tragic showdown between professional soldiers and professional soldiers!" ”

John Mitchell shouted into the microphone, "I have to admit that I'm afraid of them!" I was afraid of their attitude, of their eyes, of the dagger they were playing with. Believe me, they are a group of real soldiers who kill people without blinking an eye, and they don't know how many lives they have in their hands! If you can stand in front of them, you'll feel as uncomfortable as I am, because there's something cold and chilling on them all the time. As long as you want to live, you'd better stay away from them! ”

Before the helicopter took off, John Mitchell interviewed a Chechen soldier who was slowly wiping down his rifle and had a large pipe in his mouth, and the pungent smell of smoke wafted through the small cabin of the helicopter as the red sparks turned red and dimmed in the pipe.

"Ahem...... Choking! John Mitchell asked in Russian, "What kind of tobacco are you smoking?" ”

This soldier is an authentic veteran, he is probably in his forties, on his face covered with cangsang, with a kind of indifference to life and death, in the face of John Mitchell's inquiry, he gently spit out a smoke ring, and replied without raising his head: "It's not tobacco, our current supply line is blocked, and I can only stay in this deep mountain, I haven't found tobacco for a long time, I smoke dry cow dung!" ”

Dry cow dung!

John Mitchell's eyes widened sharply, sniffing the pungent smell, and his throat surged up and down for a long time before he could barely control his vomiting.

The veteran looked at John Mitchell, who was struggling, with a smile in his eyes, and he casually knocked the pipe in his hand on the cabin of the expensive helicopter, knocking off the dried cow dung that had turned into ashes inside, he put away the small cloth bag containing the dried cow dung "tobacco leaves", and took out a second cloth bag from his pocket, took out some white long strips of "tobacco" from it, and filled them into the pipe. With the soft sound of the lighter, the pale blue smoke slowly rose again.

Facing John Mitchell's puzzled eyes, the veteran raised the pipe carved from a piece of wood in his hand and said, "Corn cob, in fact, it doesn't taste as good as dry cow dung, and it has to be cut into thin strips with a knife, and it is a lot more troublesome to suck." ”

John Mitchell stayed again. The photographer behind him took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took out one from it and intended to hand it to the veteran, the photographer thought for a while, put the cigarette back again, and directly delivered the whole pack of cigarettes to the veteran.

The veteran smiled, he took out a cigarette and carefully twisted it, took out all the tobacco leaves inside, mixed them into his corncob "tobacco leaves", knocked off the original contents of the pipe, and refilled the mixed varieties of tobacco leaves. He raised his pipe to the photographer and smiled, "I love American cigarettes!" ”

The photographer's eyes fell on the gun that the veteran was wiping, it was an AK47 automatic rifle that had been used for an unknown amount of time and had to be taped to keep from falling apart, and if you looked closely, you would see that the rifling of this gun was almost smoothed. The photographer asked curiously, "What do you use to wipe the gun?" ”

"Hairpinch!" The veteran smoked a corn cob mixed with tobacco leaves, obviously a little enthusiastic about the two reporters in front of him, he held up the bottle with hair cream next to him, and said: "We still have gun oil, but I prefer to use this brand of hair milk instead of gun oil." This brand of hair cream can protect my gun from the moisture in the jungle, and when the Siberian cold current, which can freeze people's bone marrow into ice in winter, is swept here, the gun will be more or less affected by the temperature, using this hair milk, in the severe cold, to ensure that my gun can be used normally at any time, I am now used to using it instead of gun polish. ”

John Mitchell pointed to the two rows of crosses carved with a saber on the butt of this rifle and asked, "What is this?" ”

"I like to keep track of how many people I've killed on the battlefield." The veteran said lightly: "Every time I am sure that I have shot an enemy with this rifle, I will carve a cross mark on it." ”

Secretly counting the cross on the rifle, John Mitchell gasped with the photographer, if they hadn't miscalculated, the veteran had already shot at least twenty-three enemies on the battlefield!

"Don't look surprised like that." The veteran stretched out his hand and pointed to a soldier who was holding a rifle and leaning against the bulkhead napping as soon as he entered the helicopter, and said: "He is the sniper in our squad, nicknamed Poison Arrow, and more than fifty enemies have died in his hands." The brother with the heavy machine gun, nicknamed the Blood Groove, alone touched the rear of the enemy in one battle, and in that battle alone he destroyed two squads of the enemy. ”

The photographer pointed to a young soldier who was also leaning in the cabin with his eyes closed, looking to be only in his twenties, and asked in a low voice: "Then why didn't he bring a weapon?!" ”

"His name is Assassin, and he's a veteran of two wars. His weapons were knives, ropes, and bombs he had concocted. He grew up alone in the mountains, purely an uncivilized wild boy, in the jungle he was a natural killer, and no one knew how to cover himself in the bushes better than him. He doesn't usually talk much, he likes to be alone, and this time after we got off the helicopter, he would also go it alone. I've never seen him use a gun, and in his own words, he hates the tingling sound and smoke of gunpowder when he fires a gun, which is ninety percent like a beast! ”

The veteran shrugged his shoulders and said, "The assassin is the least murderous among us, but all of us combined, the people we kill are not as valuable as any of them." ”

The veteran put on a new "tobacco leaf", and after filling it up, he handed John Mitchell the wooden pipe in his hand, and said, "Would you like to try it?" ”

A Russian is willing to hand you the cigarette he smokes, which means that he has begun to regard you as a friend, and John Mitchell takes the rough pipe carved out of logs, which the veteran himself has carved at random with a saber, with the most primitive and rough charm, on which you can still see the deep marks left by the saber. On the lighter lit by the veteran, John Mitchell took a hard breath, and a spicy breath rushed straight into his stomach, choking John Mitchell immediately blushed. Seeing John Mitchell's embarrassment, the veteran smiled and took back his pipe.

In return, John Mitchell pulled a half-eaten packet of chocolate chips out of his pocket and delivered it to the veteran. The veteran was not polite, and after carefully counting the remaining chocolate chips in the plastic bag, he carefully put them in his pocket.

At this time, Amirali and his bodyguard captain Ma Kai-shek arrived, and in the skillful manipulation of Ma Kai-shek, the propeller of the helicopter began to rotate slowly, and the veteran, like his companion, leaned against the bulkhead of the plane and began to close his eyes. Veterans like them, who have rich experience in actual combat, no longer have the fear or excitement before the battle, and they have long understood the importance of rest in the blood education time and time again.

Amid the roar of helicopter engines and propellers turning, Amira's third hunt for Warrior Song began.

Under the guidance of the ground pursuit force, the helicopter quickly caught up with the footsteps of Zhan Xia Ge, but this time it did not directly use a heavy machine gun to strafe them, and more than 2,000 meters away from Zhan Xia Ge and them, the helicopter found a suitable place for airborne, and a rope was lowered from the open cabin door.

The veteran took out the cigarette given to him by the photographer from his pocket, took one out and handed it to the Assassin, saying, "American, let's get one." ”

The Assassin shook his head, staring at the veteran's almost never leaving his pipe, and he finally spoke, his voice low and hoarse, making John Mitchell think directly of the cobra that was warning the enemy invading his territory! He didn't seem to be used to using words to communicate with others, and he said word by word: "Smoking, you will be exposed!" ”

"I'm going to die, I've already died dozens of times!"

The veteran threw the cigarette out of the box to the poison arrow, and took out the chocolate beans that John Mitchell had given him from his pocket, and said, "Exactly nine, you can take it yourself." ”

The Assassin took a chocolate chip from the plastic bag and put it in his mouth, a look of satisfaction appeared on his young face, and the veteran took another chocolate chip from the plastic bag and stuffed it into the Assassin's hand, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "Take care! ”

Everyone watched as the assassin and poisoned arrows slid down the rope and disappeared into the depths of the forest in the blink of an eye. The veteran explained to John Mitchell and the photographer: "The [***] people are two people, and we mean that it would be better if we only used two people to eliminate them." An assassin who grew up in the jungle with the agility and intuition of a beast, and a poisoned arrow that can snipe on any terrain is the best combination. The Assassins could have targeted the [***] before they could spot them, and then have their poisoned arrows strike them deadly. Those two [***] people are good at cooperating, and once one of them is killed, the other person will not be able to make any more waves. ”

(To be continued)