Zhu Xiaoqiang finally understood what it was like to be scared out of his wits. There were more than fifty prisoners at the scene, and there were only four ISIS soldiers. As long as they shouted and fled, there would always be a few people alive, which was better than standing in line here and being arrested.
A headshot is powerful, but the prisoners' legs are weak and they have no will to fight. They just kneel down and wait for death.
The masked men in black were killing people in an orderly manner, just like workers working on an assembly line. The prisoners fell into a pool of blood one by one. Soon it was Zhu Xiaoqiang's turn. At this moment, his mind went blank and he couldn't think of anything.
When he couldn't remember, he felt that the hot muzzle of the gun was pressing against the back of his head. In fact, this was an illusion. The executioner stood two meters behind him to prevent the contents of his head from splashing on his body.
With a "click", half of Zhu Xiaoqiang's body went limp. He thought he was dead, but after a few seconds he realized that he was still alive. He looked back tremblingly and saw that it was the gunman's AK47 that had jammed. He pulled the bolt back and forth, and one shot
The deformed green copper-clad steel bullet shell made in China jumped out. The gunman aimed at Zhu Xiaoqiang and shot again. This time, the gun was empty and out of bullets.
After going back and forth twice, Zhu Xiaoqiang was like being behind bars twice. He was sweating profusely. He didn't know what was going on, but he became bolder 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 man ran over from a distance, stopped the gunman, took Zhu Xiaoqiang out of the prisoner, pulled him aside and asked him in half-baked Chinese: "You are China
people?"
"Yes, yes, I am Chinese. I support you. I am anti-American. Are you Chinese too? We are compatriots." When Zhu Xiaoqiang met someone who could speak Chinese, it was as if he had found a relative, and he hurriedly expressed his feelings.
position.
The man gave him a gun butt and shouted: "I am a rebel, not your compatriot!"
Several men in black gathered together and murmured. After a brief discussion, they tied up Zhu Xiaoqiang and threw him into the pickup truck.
The massacre continued, and all the prisoners were executed. The smell of blood was soaring into the sky. Zhu Xiaoqiang was lying in the ZTE pickup truck that was heated by the sun. He almost vomited when he saw this cruel scene.
At least 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 men and locked up in a dark dungeon. I don't know how many days later, someone suddenly pulled him out and put him in front of the camera.
After interrogating him for a while, he even took out a hunting knife and pulled it around his neck, making a gesture of beheading him, which frightened Zhu Xiaoqiang half to death.
A day later, some news organizations received emails from ISIS, claiming that they had hostages in their hands and asking the Chinese government to release terrorist leader Ai Shan in exchange.
As you can imagine, the Chinese government ignored it.
The date of the ultimatum arrived, and Zhu Xiaoqiang was forced to put on red clothes and tied up on a chair. Several people across from him were playing with Japanese JVC cameras. The V ethnic "comatriot" from Xinjiang held a dagger in one hand and a knife in the other.
Holding the whetstone, he sharpened the knife back and forth on it, looking 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 "comatriot" slapped him in the mouth: "You are a Kafir, not a Muslim!"
Zhu Xiaoqiang was hopeless and could only wait for death. Last time it was a fluke, but this time he was really going to die. In an instant, his experiences from childhood to adulthood flashed before his eyes. With tears in his eyes, he murmured: "My life has been in vain."
, I hope that after death I can travel to a good family and no longer live such a useless life."
The camera started recording. Someone was reciting an impassioned slogan criticizing China. The "compatriots" were murderous and sharpening their knives.
Zhu Xiaoqiang died with his neck broken.
Suddenly the whole building shook violently. Zhu Xiaoqiang's vision went dark and he didn't know anything. When he woke up, the scene in front of him shocked him.
The building turned into rubble, and the armed personnel were trapped under the rubble. They didn't know whether they were alive or dead. A cement beam hit the chair. The chair was very strong and saved Zhu Xiaoqiang's life.
Zhu Xiaoqiang slowly crawled out and broke the rope on his body in the corner. When he touched his face, it was full of blood. The shock wave made him bleed from all his orifices. He was seriously injured. But relatively speaking, he was still lucky. The "comatriot" had a thigh
It was broken, blood bubbles appeared in the mouth, and it was reaching out to him.
"You, you, you, what are you going to do?" Zhu Xiaoqiang asked.
The man roared like a beast in his throat, with a ferocious look. Zhu Xiaoqiang subconsciously took half a step back, suddenly became angry, rushed over and kicked hard with his feet. Not satisfied, he picked up the dagger from the ground, raised it high, and inserted it.
He entered the "comatriot's" neck, gritted his teeth, cut hard, and cut off the head violently. Worried that the others were still alive, he stabbed them one by one. The white knife went in and the red knife came out, and the blood flowed.
After the killing, Zhu Xiaoqiang cried loudly, and the hoarse cry was not harsh amidst the explosions. The United Nations troops launched an air strike, and countless JDAM guided bombs fell on the camp. ISIS suffered heavy casualties.
Zhu Xiaoqiang regained his composure without crying twice. He quickly took off his red prison uniform, put it on the "headless" compatriot, put on a black suit, put on a black hood, and put on the "headless" compatriot.
He wore an identification badge with white characters on a black background on his arm. The Arabic characters on it meant "holy warriors from China."
Putting on the ISIS military uniform, Zhu Xiaoqiang breathed a sigh of relief and planned to fish in troubled waters. However, he was caught after not taking a few steps and asked to dig people out from the rubble with his bare hands.
Zhu Xiaoqiang was afraid of being discovered, so he worked very hard. He had not worked for ten minutes when gunshots rang out in the distance and government troops arrived. Someone gave Zhu Xiaoqiang an AK47 and pushed him to the front line.
From a hostage to a terrorist, Zhu Xiaoqiang has not yet completed this role change. He hesitates to shoot, and of course he does not know how to operate a firearm. People who have played CS may not be able to play with real guns. No matter where the safety is, he will
clear.
Zhu Xiaoqiang's head was sweating anxiously, and he was fiddling with his automatic rifle. He stood in the open area as a living target, with bullets whizzing by his ears, but none of them could hit him.
Suddenly, the AK47 started firing. Zhu Xiaoqiang fired wildly with his gun, just like the Eighth Route Army hero in the anti-Japanese war drama. The government troops on the opposite side were frightened by his life-threatening momentum, and the momentum of the ISIS armed forces was boosted.
Shouting slogans and pressing forward, the government troops saw that they could not gain anything, so they immediately made a strategic change.
Zhu Xiaoqiang became a hero, his shoulders were numb from being slapped, and everyone wore black hoods, making him look like a ghost. No one knew anyone, which made it very convenient for him to impersonate him.
The camp was destroyed, and it was impossible to stay here for long. The troops were withdrawn. Zhu Xiaoqiang was trapped in it. He tried to escape several times without a chance. He had been in Iraq for a long time. He barely passed the level of Arabic and could speak simple English. He learned during the communication.
, this group of people and those who want to behead their own people are not an army. This is the famous international brigade, with a large number of volunteers from Europe and South Asia. 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 that "comatriot".
In the evening, the troops camped for rest. The commander personally came to encourage Yusuf, had dinner with him, and ate finger-picked mutton together. Of course, he asked about Zhu Xiaoqiang's resume. Zhu Xiaoqiang was somewhat quick-witted and resorted to Wei Xiaobao's lies.
With his superb skills, 90% of the truth was mixed with lies, and he disguised himself as a Muslim in Xinjiang, China, plus some cases found on the Internet, how he was persecuted by tyranny, how he smuggled himself from Southeast Asia, how he came to Syria via Indonesia, and how he brought Habibie to Syria.
He was so confused that he praised him as a good warrior of Allah.
After the meal, a woman wearing a jilibafu came into Zhu Xiaoqiang's tent. Her figure and appearance were not visible, but her eyes were quite beautiful.
Zhu Xiaoqiang scratched his head and chuckled.
The woman took off her veil and hood, and she turned out to be a European girl with flaxen hair, brown eyes, long eyelashes, and some freckles on her face. She was probably sixteen or seventeen years old.
"Where are you from?" Zhu Xiaoqiang asked in English.
"Bosnia and Herzegovina." said the girl.
Zhu Xiaoqiang didn't understand, so he said, "Do you... need my help with anything?"
The girl's expression was dull, and she began to take off her clothes. After taking off her Jilibaba clothing, she showed her slim and fit figure. The European Ocean Horse is not covered with it. She can play with it all night with just a pair of long legs. Zhu Xiaoqiang swallowed his saliva and breathed.
I became anxious. I have been in Iraq for so long, and I rarely see women. The only ones I see are old black men wearing jilibaf clothes. I can't hold it in anymore.
"Wang Hong, I'm sorry for you." Zhu Xiaoqiang, like a vicious dog, pounced on the food and pressed him down.
Zhu Xiaoqiang worked hard all night, making other soldiers envious. This is a treatment that only combat heroes can enjoy. The commander specially approved the labor service. There is no shortage of women from the Islamic State who come from all over the world to join the jihad cause, and
Most of them are ignorant girls under the age of 20. The beautiful ones are kept by the leaders, and the ordinary ones are used as comfort workers. However, there are still more wolves and less meat. Ordinary soldiers have only two ways to vent their desires, or die in battle and go to heaven.
To collect 72 virgins, or go to the countryside to find a sheep or a donkey or something.
There was a reason why the commander rewarded Zhu Xiaoqiang. "Yusuf" was called to the tent the next day. Habibi told him that the International Brigade was going to launch an unexpected surprise attack and needed volunteers. Then he looked at it with bright eyes.
Hold him.
Volunteers are death squads. They always have a narrow escape. If you go there, you will never come back. Zhu Xiaoqiang is not a true devout believer or a holy warrior. He is just a fake who fishes in troubled waters. He has the will to be a volunteer. He looked down at the ground and remained silent.
.
"You have the right to know the content of the operation." The commander said, "We are going to launch an attack in Colin. There are many oil refineries invested by Chinese people there. You understand Chinese language, and we need you to translate."
Zhu Xiaoqiang's mind was spinning very quickly. There was war all over Iraq, and it was very difficult to escape. But when he got to Colin, it was easier. If he could find an opportunity to slip away, the success rate would be very high.
"I am willing to join the death squads, be loyal to the cause of the Islamic State, and die for the Caliphate." Zhu Xiaoqiang vowed.