"No matter who the enemy is, let them never come back." Another armed police soldier said nonchalantly. The soldiers who can be sent abroad are all the best trained soldiers selected from thousands of people. They are politically reliable, have excellent military skills, and have a long history of
The patriotism education made them hate the United States and despise the United States.
"That's right, our guy is not a vegetarian." The soldier who asked just now licked his lips and checked his Type 95 assault rifle. He was not afraid, just a little nervous, and there was also some faint expectation. Every soldier is eager for it.
Meritorious service, and military service is the highest honor in peacetime.
The assistant military attache poured cold water on them unceremoniously: "We are all veterans who have been fighting for decades, and we don't have many lives on our hands. You must obey orders and follow the instructions later. Do whatever I ask you to do. Remember
, you are already on the battlefield now."
"Yes!" Both soldiers involuntarily puffed up their chests.
Liu Handong was talking to Esseti, asking about the safe house's defense capabilities.
"Our safe house is different from the Americans'. It is just an ordinary house. The walls are not bulletproof, and there are no tunnels or anything like that. The most important thing about a safe house is concealment, not solidity. It would be meaningless to make it into a fortress.
Using Hellfire missiles to attack you will be useless even if bulletproof steel plates are embedded in the walls." Essetti saw that Liu Handong was an expert and was willing to chat with him.
"Do you have a map of Kabul?" Liu Handong turned to another topic.
"There must be one." Essetti took out a plastic folding map from the drawer and handed it over, "Here you go, I still have it."
"Thank you." Liu Handong opened the map, first asked about his current location, and then looked at it carefully.
It was late at night, and the assistant military attache arranged a duty list for everyone, taking turns to keep vigil at night to prevent possible sudden attacks.
At the same time, in a valley in the Hinduku Mountains south of Baghlan, the air was filled with the smell of burning. A Super Puma helicopter painted with the blue logo of the United Nations was hovering in the sky, and its bright searchlight beam was shining on
On the ground, the passengers in the helicopter cabin looked grim and said nothing.
There were at least two hundred corpses on the ground. They died in various strange ways and were very close together. The corpses were piled on top of each other. It looked like these idiots were lining up to wait for the bombing of rockets.
"This is a massacre," one passenger said.
"No, this is war." Another person said, "They are not unarmed civilians, but armed terrorists who have received military training. Death should be their best destination."
The helicopter landed in the open space, and Afghan government troops were already handling the corpses. They were all wearing masks. Although the weather was not too hot, so many corpses were piled up together, and the smell was really bad.
The United Nations observers arrived. Before they started investigating, they saw several guys wearing Arab kerchiefs, 5.11 tactical pants and shark skin soft shells in the distance, searching for something on the corpse.
"Americans are like vultures, they always like to hang out in places with a lot of corpses," a United Nations observer said sarcastically.
Those CIA paramilitaries dressed as mercenaries arrived much earlier than the UN personnel. They had already got what they wanted and left without even saying hello. Their landline was an unpainted airplane.
The UH-60 utility helicopter seems to be equipped with airborne weapons. The Americans have always been lawless, and Afghanistan is their backyard.
Most of the dead bodies lying around have faces of yellow and white Turkic people, and their clothes are all cheap goods made in China. This shows that they are likely to come from the southern region of Xinjiang, China. There are many such training camps in Afghanistan and other Central Asian countries.
Their backgrounds in training armed personnel for separatist organizations are very complicated. They have secret support from the Turks, instructors from Al Qaeda, financial support from certain oil-producing countries in the Middle East, and even the shadow of Americans. In short, the relationship is complicated.
Thousands of threads, unclear and unclear.
This is a cross-border infiltration attack organized by the Chinese. Only they would carry out such cruelty. The United Nations observers have a unified understanding, but they can't produce any evidence. Moreover, no one will protest or investigate this matter.
The separatists have their own way of speaking, and they will retaliate with more intensive and brutal acts of terror.
…
In the safe house, everyone couldn't sleep. It's common to be excited when facing a battle. Liu Handong simply went to help the kitchen to make midnight snacks for everyone. Aisiti's kitchen had a lot of food. Liu Handong made braised mutton, which won everyone's favor.
unanimously praised.
Essetti took out a drink, a red and white can of Budweiser beer.
"Aren't you a religious person?" Liu Handong asked in surprise.
"Everyone has the right to religious belief." Essetti smiled, "except for party members."
Liu Handong laughed loudly, opened a can of beer and handed it to Essetti, and opened a can himself.
"Be careful of making mistakes," the assistant military attaché reminded, "I don't want to make any mistakes before reinforcements arrive."
Essai put down the beer in a sarcastic tone, but Liu Handong said carelessly: "It's okay, the alcohol level is low, you won't get drunk after just one can." However, there was no one to drink with him, so drinking alone was meaningless.
The confidential phone rang, and the military attache assistant answered it, hung up with a few words in a low voice, and said: "Comrades, there are instructions from home to pry Aishan's mouth open as soon as possible, because we cannot guarantee that he can be safely transported back to the country.
According to reliable intelligence, the CIA has intervened. The Americans have made representations to the Afghan government to extradite Aishan. If the higher authorities cannot withstand the pressure, then before handing him over, he will have to figure out what is in his belly and understand.
What?"
"Understood!" the two armed police soldiers replied forcefully.
"What can you do?" the assistant military attaché asked the two armed policemen.
"Tiger Bench." said a soldier.
"Pepper water." Another soldier added, and after thinking for a while, he said, "The iron will burn the flesh, and the pliers will pinch the nails."
Liu Handong burst into laughter: "Zhaze Cave, Bai Gongguan, Sino-US Cooperation Institute, can you be more creative? It's not easy to deal with underground parties, so it's funny to use it to deal with extremist religions."
The faces of the two soldiers turned red, and one of them said angrily, "If you can, just do it."
"Xiao Liu, what's your clever move?" The assistant military attache also turned his attention to Liu Handong.
"Of course I have my own ways, but the conditions are not mature at the moment." Liu Handong made a fuss, and the two armed police soldiers sneered.
"Then, who is going to interrogate him?" The assistant military attaché glanced at everyone, "Have any of you been trained in this area?"
"Me." Essetti raised his hand, "The most common method in Europe and the United States is to put a towel on the face and then water it, which will cause a suffocating feeling but will not kill the person. However, I am worried that Aishan has been trained to resist forced confessions, and
For people with particularly devout religious beliefs, the success rate of coerced confessions is not particularly high."
"Let's give it a try." The assistant military attache was the highest commander present. In fact, he was not very sure. "We have limited time, so the best we can do is pry it open. If not, there is nothing we can do. We have to leave it to domestic torture experts."
Just as they were told, several people took action immediately. Two armed police officers were responsible for guarding, while the others were gearing up to torture Ai Shan.
Aishan was tied to a strong solid wood chair, his upper body was naked, and the gauze wrapped under his ribs was oozing with blood. This was stabbed by Liu Handong with the bayonet of a Type 63 rifle. Fortunately, it was just a flesh wound, no injuries.
As for his internal organs, he received a gun butt blow from Liu Handong on the left cheek and a gun butt blow from Tang Jianjun on the right cheek. A small part of his teeth fell out, and the corners of his mouth were also chipped.
"What's your name and place of origin?" the assistant military attache sat opposite Ai Shan and asked pleasantly.
Essetti fiddled with the camera, and the lens was focused on Eshan.
Ai Shan had mixed feelings. Yesterday, he was the one who pointed the camera at the hostages. Today, he is the one sitting in front of the camera. The only difference is that after the interrogation, these Chinese people will not use a knife to cut off their heads.
"You all know that, so stop talking nonsense." Aishan replied with a mocking look on his face. He spoke in Uyghur. When he opened his mouth to speak, blood streamed down the corners of his mouth, giving him a different kind of horror.
Esseti is a Tajik, but he has been able to speak Uyghur since he was a child. He plays the role of translator and photographer. After hearing Aishan's answer, he said: "You are also a top student at the University for Nationalities. You speak Chinese better than anyone else."
, stop being pretentious."
As expected, Aishan changed into Chinese: "Don't bother, I won't say anything."
The assistant military attache said: "It will be in your interest to explain now. When we get to the country, we will hand it over to those people who eat people without spitting out their bones. Even if you want to recruit me, you will have to shed your skin first."
Aishan's lips curled up: "My life has been dedicated to Allah."
The Assistant Military Attaché knew that such a die-hard person would not shed tears until he saw the coffin. He nodded. Liu Handong, who could no longer hold himself back, stepped forward and held down Ai Shan's head. He turned his back to the sky and covered it with a towel. Ai Saiti picked up a bucket.
Pure water was poured on Ai Shan's face.
Aishan struggled desperately, shaking his head as hard as he could, but Liu Handong's two hands clamped him tightly like iron pliers, unable to move at all.
After pouring a bucket of water, Liu Handong lifted the towel, and Ai Shan, who was soaked with water, had a sneer on his face: "Is that all you have? Come again!"
Essiti was furious, picked up a hammer, and put Ai Shan's hand on the table. Liu Handong tacitly blocked Ai Shan's mouth with a towel.
As soon as the hammer hit it, Ai Shan's right index finger turned into meat paste, and his nails were mixed with the flesh and blood. His body was twitching and shaking, big beads of sweat rolled down, and his eyes were wide open.
However, he remained silent.
Aisiti was discouraged. Aishan was too hard and there was nothing he could do.
"Man, do you have a sewing kit and alcohol?" Liu Handong suddenly asked.
"What do you want this for?" Although Essetti had doubts, he quickly understood that this was a prop used in torture to extract confessions, so he ran to the workshop to get it.
Liu Handong also took a sharp Western-style kitchen knife from the kitchen and wiped it repeatedly with alcohol.
Ai Shan looked at him with disdain, showing a proud expression that he would rather die than surrender. Using a mere kitchen knife as a torture prop was too contemptuous.
Liu Handong pulled off Ai Shan's blue and white striped cotton hospital gown and trousers, and made dexterous moves with the kitchen knife in his hand.
"When I was a soldier in the army, I once angered my leaders and they sent me to a pig farm to work for half a year. Do you know what I am best at?"
Ai Shan slowly raised his head, his expression slowly changed.