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That was two-thirds of the heavy equipment of the Aziz army, whether it was a 'fierce' clash with Shahman, or a counterattack by the armored brigade led by Redon, it was something that Aziz could not bear.

As a result, Hadi's 1st Brigade was moved to the vicinity of the Grand Hotel, and the guard post was extended to a distance of three kilometers.

Even so, when a violent explosion suddenly came from the direction of the Great Castle, Aziz rushed out of the bedroom with one arrow.

"What's going on?" Aziz shouted as he stood in the hallway of the hotel, wearing only a pair of large 'pants'.

"It's supposed to be an air raid by Bashar, right?" Aziz's guard just leaned down the window and looked at it, looking indifferent.

Although the explosion at the bank was violent, it was more than five kilometers away, and when it reached the Carlton Hotel, it was actually not so shocking, and the explosion occurred in an underground space, which did not cause a skyrocketing fire, and the whole of Aleppo still looked calm.

"We are in a forbidden area, there are dozens of foreign hostages, and he will not dare to bomb Bashar if he is given ten dares!" The guards were already very tired, yawning one by one, eager to lie down on the soft 'bed' quickly.

"No, we have to send someone to take a look, if McRae is attacked, we will go to the rescue as soon as possible!" Aziz was worried not about Redon, but about the armored vehicles that were taken away by Redon.

Therefore, Aziz immediately ordered a few of his men and ordered them to take twenty people and take two armored vehicles to see the situation.

The reconnaissance team set off, but Aziz was no longer sleepy, and simply took a few of his men and began to inspect his new base camp.

Aziz had only heard of the luxury of the Carlton Hotel before, but he never dreamed that he would one day become the owner of the hotel, so he felt that everything here was very friendly, and even felt the unevenness of the walls with the palm of his hand when he walked.

At present, all the Western tourists who live in the Carlton Grand Hotel are concentrated in a few rooms on the third floor, and the other floors are occupied by the Aziz army.

On the first floor, the headquarters was built, separate rooms were arranged for all officers, and a large number of alert forces were also arranged.

The second floor became a rest room for the fighters, as long as the soldiers who were not on a mission could take turns to come here for leisure and entertainment, taste the food made by the senior chef, and there were beautiful 'women' without clothes in the room to play with them.

This was a benefit of the Black Death, embraced by almost everyone, and the cohesion of the Aziz Army increased considerably.

Ascending the stairs to the second floor, as soon as he reached the hallway, Aziz heard a burst of thick gasps from a man, and a moaning + moaning of the 'woman' who didn't know whether it was pain or pleasure.

There were too many warriors, and there were only seven or eight 'women', so it was late at night, but it was still a hot scene.

The long corridor flanked by more than twenty rooms, and at the entrance of seven or eight of them were dozens of soldiers of the Aziz Army.

These fighters all seemed to be extremely excited, and from time to time they put their ears to the 'door' of the room to listen, and even the 'door' of two rooms was not closed, so these people stretched their necks to look inside, and some of them had physiological reactions, and even put their hands into the crotch of their 'pants' to do some disgusting movements.

"General, there's an American chick here, it's so exciting!" A soldier saw Aziz appear behind him, smiled awkwardly, and said, "General, do you want to give it a try, I'll go and get Ai and Mai out?"

Aziz's mind suddenly appeared in the image of Amida, and he suddenly realized that he had not seen Amida for three days in a row.

The past few days have been too thrilling, Aziz has grown rapidly from a little person whose life is in danger to the controller of a powerful army, Aziz himself feels like a dream, these days his mind is full of battles and weapons, how can he still miss Amida?

"You guys are so 'messy', and the others can't sleep?" Aziz glanced into the open door, and suddenly felt sick and vomited.

It's disgusting, there are four people inside, and three stout soldiers are ravaging a white 'girl' like crazy.

The white 'girl' must have not stopped from the moment she entered the hotel in the afternoon, her body was bruised and purple, her body, the sheets, and the floor were covered with disgusting filthy liquid, and even some parts of her body were stained with blood.

She no longer has the strength to moan + 'moan' and struggle, her godless eyes look at the sky 'flower' board, the man pushes her, she moves, otherwise she is almost a dead person.

It was too much, and Aziz was tempted to give the order to drive the soldiers out.

But looking at the 'excited' and eager expressions of the Black Dead around him, Aziz could only shake his head and walk to the third floor.

These are young and strong, 'fine' men, they are working hard for themselves, maybe they will die when a bullet flies, and it is their duty and obligation to enjoy the pleasure of being a man, and it is also their responsibility and obligation as the leader of the Aziz Army.

As for those 'women', they are heretics anyway, and they are not worthy of sympathy!

Coming to the third floor, although it was much quieter, there was still that kind of sound coming from, and there were still many soldiers of the Aziz Army wandering around the corridor.

In some rooms, the same sound of men crying and 'women' moaning can be heard.

Reaching the top floor through the fire escape, Aziz was the first time to observe the city of Aleppo from the highest point of the Carlton Hotel, and a sense of heroism arose.

As a Black Dead Apostle, Aziz received a strict religious education from an early age, and because of his family's poverty, he did not even leave the city until he was fifteen years old.

In Aziz's mind, Aleppo is the center of the world, the most prosperous place.

Later, when Aziz grew up and became an athlete, he went to Damascus, Baghdad, Dubai, Riyadh to understand that the world is so big, and there are so many luxury lifestyles that he never dreamed of.

It turned out that his hometown was so poor, and the rule of the Bashar family was so brutal.

It was during that time that he gradually came into contact with al-Qaeda+ and shared their idea that only an uprising, only by means of blood and fire, could the people at the bottom of the world live a good life, and that the light of Allah could shine on every believer.

But since Aziz joined the ranks of the Black Death and saw so many bloody and cruel things, doubts gradually grew in his heart.

Is jihad really right? Are we really carrying out Allah's will, and are we really not guilty of a crime and will not be punished by Allah?

This is war, and only when the mujahideen rule the whole world and there are no more infidels will the world usher in light, and this kind of tragedy will not happen!

Now Aziz, only by hinting at himself over and over again like this, will his heart be at peace.

But today, when Aziz stood at the highest point of the Carlton Hotel, overlooking Aleppo in the dark, and listened to the occasional gunfire more than ten kilometers away, he had an epiphany.

Peace and happiness are the power of the strong, and only by making yourself stronger can you be qualified to pursue everything you want.

Only by becoming the master of Aleppo can he transform Aleppo according to his own intentions, and make Aleppo the center of the world and the shadow of heaven on earth!

"Shahman, if you can't bring peace and justice to Aleppo, then let me replace you!" Aziz looked in the direction of the Great Fort and clenched his fists tightly.

This time, Aziz's ambitions began to swell dramatically, so big that they wanted to envelop the whole of Aleppo!

"General, help, help!" Suddenly, a 'girl' stumbled up to the roof.

Aziz looked back and saw that it was the Chinese 'woman' named An Xiaoqi.

Now there is a consensus in the Aziz army that McRae is a very capable person, and at the same time a person with a strong sense of region, and his love is not only dedicated to the cause of jihad, but also to everyone from China, including this 'woman'.

This is the 'female' person chosen by McCree, and she is not allowed to share it with others, so although the 'female' people in the entire Carlton Hotel have been bullied by the Black Dead, this An Xiaoqi is still safe.

No one dared to break into Room Thirteen on the first floor, for McRae had said before he left that whoever dared to bully his 'female' would break their neck.

But at this moment, this 'woman' who was protected by McRae was in rags, with a disheveled head, and her face was full of fear, obviously terrified.

"What's going on?" Aziz was shocked, and the first thing that came to mind was that someone couldn't help but 'tempt' + 'confuse' and broke into An Xiaoqi's room.

"Someone...... Someone wants to force me!" An Xiaoqi's clothes drooped, there were a lot of bruises on his neck, he looked pitiful, and said with teary eyes: "General, Mr. McRae told me when he was leaving, I will ask you for help if I have something...... I ......"

And so it was!

Although Aziz was frightened, he was still a little disapproving, after all, An Xiaoqi was just a 'female' captive, a heretic, and it was normal for a few warriors to covet her beauty.

In fact, if it weren't for Lei Dong taking the lead to show his attitude, Aziz would have wanted to taste An Xiaoqi's deliciousness.

"Which regiment is it?" Aziz asked casually, thinking that as long as he told him, he would not 'provoke' McCree.

An Xiaoqi choked up and said, "It's not a jihadist, it's ...... Is an employee of the hotel and lives ...... Staying in room 1011, he burst into my room just now and tore my clothes!"

Aziz's anger was ignited in an instant, this 'woman' didn't even dare to touch me, a hotel employee was so 'lustful' that he simply didn't want to live!

"Let's go, go to 1011!" Aziz shouted angrily, and ran away with seven or eight Black Dead Apostles.

"General, he...... He may be a 'traitor', I see a gun in his room!" An Xiaoqi followed, and the corners of her mouth 'revealed' a subtle smile!

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