Once on the highway, Wang Zhen immediately called for a translator and began to explain the situation to the group of Iraqis.
Where to go, who to fight, why, the opponent's situation, etc.
There is no need to worry about leaking secrets, as soon as you leave the town, there will be no cell phone signal...
The current situation in Iraq cannot support infrastructure projects such as full field signal coverage.
The journey was not far, about 4 hours, and according to the GPS, we were already near the coordinates. We did not go up there immediately, so we chose a place about 10 kilometers away to rest temporarily.
John's side didn't do anything. After all, they sent someone over. After all, they were more eager to solve the problem than the Scythe team.
The visitor was a man in his 30s, with an unremarkable appearance. After meeting, he got straight to the point and gave a name that he knew to be false, George.
George opened the tablet, which contained high-definition photos and information introduction of the target village.
In Iraq, this was originally a small town with a population of more than 2,000 people. However, due to the war, many houses were dilapidated or vacant. Of course, with this small population, Wang Zhen was like a village in his heart.
Currently, more than 400 people live here, relying on the roads, but it was occupied by this group of armed men more than half a month ago.
"What is the background of this group of militants?" Wang Zhen asked.
"Sunni extremists, if we must give them a background, let's say they are branch organizations of Ais." George shrugged and said sarcastically: "There are too many such organizations with branches of Ais.
I doubt Ace Ace even knows how many there are."
"It's easy to build this kind of armed force. People here have received religious education since childhood. If you hold a few atmospheric rallies and speeches to stir up emotions, you can immediately attract a group of people."
"There is no need for training or education. Whether it is the killing of heretics or heretics, it is not evil in religion. Do you understand? They take it for granted."
Wang Zhen frowned and was silent for a while. People who grew up in a Chinese cultural environment could not understand this kind of religious fanaticism at all. He would only find it inhumane and cruel.
"You mean, all the original villagers here were killed?" Wang Zhen asked again, this is related to whether it can be bombed with artillery shells.
George was silent for a moment, his eyes ran across the faces of the Scythe team one by one, and then he said: "No, but I don't think you actually need to care about this."
Before Wang Zhen could continue to ask, he explained: "They killed people. They killed many people who they thought were not firm in their faith. Those who survived were all their people."
"There's no problem in killing them all. If you can't do it, you can let the Iraqis do it."
The United States will not admit that this is their military operation, so it doesn't care at all.
"After killing someone, can others join them?" Wang Zhen's tone was full of disbelief.
This is equivalent to a group of devils rushing into a village, killing some people, and then the remaining people join the devil's camp.
Yes, there are many traitors, but most of them suppress their hatred, accept humiliation, and wait for revenge!
"Yes, join them." George explained: "Use the method of creating fear to make the remaining people firm in their faith and join them, even if it is temporary, no problem. After a few days of collective prayer, make a declaration
Regarding the evil of heretics and pagans, talking about eradicating evil is spreading faith and bringing blessings, and the religious atmosphere can make them infected."
"They have to pray five times a day. Everyone gathers together. The division of collective activities is extremely contagious. Individual will can only be overwhelmed and infected in this atmosphere."
"Finally, let the new ones kill some of the slow-infected ones. When their hands are covered with blood, they will become our own."
As he said that, George looked at Wang Zhen and said impatiently: "Okay, I know you Chinese can't understand what faith is, but that's the fact. The method is very old, but it's very useful."
"Listen, don't talk about any bullshit sympathy, and don't raise questions. Now they are all fucking terrorists. At least they are terrorist reserve forces."
Wang Zhen had no expression on his face and turned to look at Bourne.
The golden retriever thought for a while and shrugged, "Follow what you think, I don't understand."
Wang Zhen nodded, turned around, grabbed George's collar and pulled him over, raised his right knee and hit the opponent's abdomen hard.
The sudden heavy blow made George's expression instantly distorted. The pain was so severe that he couldn't say a word. He could only bow his body and hold his stomach like a prawn without speaking.
"Listen, your mission is to explain the situation to us and cooperate with our actions, not to let you command us." Wang Zhen lifted the person up, his expression was calm, and his tone was flat, "What we are talking about here
Forget it, and you just need to cooperate obediently, do you understand?"
Being forced to attack the enemy camp without preparation made Wang Zhen very unhappy. He was not a good-tempered person.
It’s very hot now!
George looked at Jin Mao and others who were holding their shoulders, saying nothing, and letting Wang Zhen do what he wanted. They immediately understood the situation. The Chinese in front of him had a very high status in the team, very high.
This was different from what he imagined. Although he couldn't understand it, people in the CIA knew how to read the situation.
"Okay, okay, I understand."
Wang Zhen opened his eyes and reached out to help him straighten the wrinkles on his collar. A smile appeared on his face again, "I'm sorry, I was a little rude just now. You won't be angry."
Seeing Wang Zhen's smile, George was stunned, shuddered slightly, and quickly squeezed out a smile, "No, of course not."
"That's good." Wang Zhen nodded and continued: "I see you brought a drone. The photos are not very intuitive. We need more real and accurate intelligence to determine the attack plan."
"No problem." George nodded immediately, with a kind tone and a humble attitude.
"Okay, go get ready, please." Wang Zhen said with a smile.
After George left, the Golden Retrievers immediately gathered around him. Donkey shook his head and said in a womanly manner: "Wow, Wang, you look so scary!"
Several people immediately laughed.
"I have long said that this guy Wang is definitely not a good person. This is his true nature."
"Don't talk nonsense, I was just angry just now." Wang Zhen gave the donkey a kick, "Imitate, imitate the big shot in the movie, you know!"
Including Golden Retriever, everyone said nothing and just looked at Wang Zhen, with 'Really, I don't believe it' written all over their faces!
"Damn it, Feng Ping was killed!" Wang Zhen cursed and explained: "I am here to confirm the right to command. If I don't suppress his potential, he will dare to command actions when the fight starts. Then there will be trouble."
Golden Retriever nodded immediately, "Well, that's true."
This is not the first time he has encountered a similar situation, especially when he was in the army, he was so damn frustrated and annoyed!
In fact, Golden Retriever doesn't have much independence now. He is a kind and good person and doesn't know how to say no.
If there is a person with a particularly tough personality who insists on speaking his mind and does not tolerate criticism from others, Wang Zhen will be the first to be kicked out.
Character determines destiny, so he can only lead one team...