Chapter 28: Bloody Demonization

More than a hundred "assassin organization" terrorists, dressed in tattered clothes and covered in blood, along with Afghan guerrillas and international mercenaries, staggered out of the icy valley. When they finally saw the tall border markers erected on the China-Russia border, more than half of their knees gave out and knelt in the snow, crying out loud. Even the war-tested Afghan guerrillas and international mercenaries sat on the ground, gasping for breath.
They were bombed by a group of over 300 Chinese Air Force fighter jets for an hour and a half, with over 700 sorties in total. This was truly a hellish nightmare!
Within an hour and a half, the Chinese Air Force dropped a total of 4,000 tons of various types of heavy bombs and 500 solid incendiary bombs into the valley of Bingdaban, dropping at least 1.2 million cannon shells; A self-propelled artillery battalion unleashed nearly 800 155mm caliber grenades into the valley; China's strategic missile forces even fired a total of sixty-eight missiles at the ice plates!
The area of the ice board had been completely erased and leveled from the map by Chinese troops with the fiercest firepower!
A member of the "Assassin Organization" knelt there, crying and hoarsely shouting, "Madmen, lunatics, they're all lunatics!" They only sent out hundreds of bombers and used so many missiles just for our small unit like ours, just because we wiped out over a hundred of their men! If we want to establish our own country and own our homeland, do we have to fight such madmen? Do we really have to snatch our happiness from the hands of madmen? Can someone tell me, if one day we truly became independent and truly established our own country, would China use the same methods, with more bombers and missiles, to completely flatten the country we painstakingly built?! ”
No one can answer that question!
A veteran Afghan guerrilla soldier gazed at the road behind them that no one wanted to recall again, and after a long silence, he finally said in a low voice, "It seems the Chinese are really angry this time." ”
At that moment, they suddenly heard a voice so calm it was almost impossible to hear any emotion: "Please raise your hands!" ”
When these "assassin organization" terrorists, who had discarded all their weapons to escape, saw a dozen gun barrels pointed at them, they were all stunned.
A dozen or so Chinese soldiers crawled out of the snow when suddenly a crisp gunshot rang out. A mercenary who had quietly taken out his pistol let out a miserable groan, and his right hand gripping the pistol was suddenly snapped.
Zhanxiage slowly walked up to the group of captives, their faces pale as lambs waiting to be slaughtered. In an almost mechanical voice, he said, "Now, I would like to ask everyone to help me resolve my doubts. I hope everyone will speak up enthusiastically." As long as someone can give me a satisfactory answer, I can let them go. Opportunities are limited, and those who want to survive should not miss out. ”
A member of the "assassin organization" mustered his courage and said, "Don't you Chinese soldiers not kill prisoners?" Your scare won't scare me. I don't believe you'd really shoot us! ”
"That's right!" Zhanxiage nodded and said, "Actually, I don't want to waste bullets either!" ”
Zhan Xiaoge walked up to the "assassin organization" terrorist, reached out his large hand, grabbed him by the neck as if squeezing a chick, lifted him up entirely, then, in front of everyone, drew the tiger-tooth combat saber and slowly slit the terrorist's throat.
Zhanxiage tossed the terrorist to the ground like a piece of junk, letting him lie there clutching his throat and rolling in pain. His gaze swept across the room and he calmly asked, "Who still has the question that I can't kill prisoners now?" If you have any questions, feel free to raise your hand and speak. ”
Everyone was stunned. They weren't some kind of faithful men; there were some fierce characters, but they had never seen anyone as ruthless as Zhanxia Ge. Having just stepped back from the battlefield, still carrying the smoky aura of gunpowder, Zhanxiage truly didn't care about human life, whether it was his own or someone else's!
"Alright, it seems that in some respects, we've reached a consensus!"
Zhanxiage nodded in satisfaction, took out a tuft of disguise beard from his pocket, raised it up, and asked, "Can someone tell me who made up for Amirali? It doesn't matter if I don't know the name. As long as you can recount his appearance and physical features to us, he's considered up to standard." If you know now, raise your hand! ”
A terrorist from the "Assassin Organization" hesitantly raised his hand, and a companion standing next to him glared at him and spat him.
Zhan Xiagege nodded slightly, and Yan Jun led the terrorist aside for questioning. Zhan Xiagege walked up to the terrorist who had spat at his companion and said, "I have to admit, you're a real man. Men with courage like you are becoming rarer. You are the real soldier. All I can say is, I respect your choice and stance." ”
Zhanxiage quickly dismantled the terrorist's grenade, which was about to self-detonate with a fuse, into a dud. Then, with a look of respect, he raised the bloody tiger-tooth combat knife in his hand at the terrorist. "Relatively speaking, I prefer you more than that coward who gave up his position at the mention of a chance to survive. But now that he's already surrendered to me, he's the one I want to protect and a friend. I can't just stand by and watch my friend be bullied by the enemy and remain indifferent, can I?" ”
At Zhanxia Ge's feet, another corpse appeared. He calmly asked, "Same question: Is there anyone else willing to be my friend?" ”
Another terrorist from the "assassin organization" trembled as he raised his hand.
"Alright, I've already gained enough supporters for this question. We can move on to the next one. My questions are limited, and I hope everyone doesn't miss the opportunity. Of course, if their answers are different, you still have an extra chance. ”
Zhanxiage toyed with the blood-stained, steaming Huya combat saber in his hand and asked calmly, "Can someone tell me where the real Mr. Amirali should be now, and what method should I use to find him?" ”
A terrorist from the "Assassin Organization" couldn't wait to raise his hand. Before Zhanxiage could respond, he straightened his neck and shouted, "I know, Amirali is in Russia now. As the representative of our organization, he's already joined forces with our Chechen brothers!" ”
"That's right, you answered enthusiastically. I truly want to believe that the answer you gave me is correct!"
Zhanxiage walked up to the terrorist and asked seriously, "But tell me, if you just gave the answer in public, isn't that breaking the rules—making a colluding confession right in front of me?" Tell me, what should I do about this violation? ”
The terrorist stared at the bloody tiger-tooth combat saber in the war hero singer, his throat cracking loudly. His legs trembled uncontrollably as if cramping, and his companions who had stood on the same front all looked at him coldly with contemptuous eyes. He suddenly let out a hysterical scream: "I'm not lying, please believe me......
A stench of stench wafted from the terrorist's lower body; he was so scared by the war hero song that he wet his pants in public.
"You're so timid, how can you be a terrorist?" Zhanxiage stabbed the Huya combat saber into his heart. In the last few seconds of this terrorist's life, Zhanxiage patted his shoulder and said, "Be a good kid in your next life. Don't do anything like this with your head hanging on your belt again!" ”
"Looks like I have no choice but to scrap this question!"
Zhanxiage shrugged slightly, casually drew his self-defense pistol, and shot through a terrorist hiding behind his companion who had quietly drawn a self-defense weapon, including the one in front of him. Immediately, a soldier from the Fifth Special Forces went over and took the weapon from him.
Yan Jun walked up to Zhan Xiage, whispered in his ear, and reported to him. Zhanxiage nodded, then addressed the hundred or so captives in front of them who had lost both their weapons and resistance forces: "After our verification, we have basically confirmed the sincerity of the two collaborators. I now announce that everyone has lost another chance to survive, because someone has already gone ahead of you." ”