Chapter 60: A Spark Ignites the Prairie (Part 2)

This seems like a very simple but practical trap, but in fact, it already contains the deepest understanding of Zhanxia Ge's understanding of human psychology, as well as human personality weaknesses and fixed thinking patterns.
The reason Zhanxiage chose to inject the deadly poison into the "Holy War No. 1" poison on that jujube tree was because the sand jujube on the tree's tips had been bitten by ants!
In the general public, perhaps even among Afghan guerrillas, food searching for food in the wild and bitten by insects or ants is considered non-toxic and edible.
The most prominent spot on this jujube tree, bitten by ants, is the sand jujube. Although everyone knows that Chinese soldiers only travel a few hours with them, they are poisoning everywhere, and the wormholes on the sand jujube are essentially meaningless and are not a guarantee of safety. But for such wormholes, the idea of 'I'm safe, come eat my fruit' is instilling in everyone's subconscious, making them unconsciously lower their guard.
This principle is like how bitter taste is not necessarily good medicine.
The reason Zhanxiage chose such a jujube tree is because the tree itself naturally disguises itself to numb people's minds and trap them in a fixed way of thinking.
This jujube tree is less than three feet tall. Analyzing by the common habit of "laziness and dislike labor," most people, when faced with a much shorter jujube tree than themselves, will first reach out and pick the sand jujube at the treetop, which is easy to reach without bending down.
After ten days of chases in the desert, these terrorists had become sufficiently wary of food. However, with just a little attention, anyone could notice ants crawling on these dates, and some even burrowing in and out of the sand dates. Doesn't this prove these dates are not poisonous?
Whether they tested and checked without poisoning or just stuffed it into their mouths to chew, all signs indicated that the sand jujube on this tree was not poisonous and had no problems. The jujubes on the treetop are fine, so when they bend down or squat down to pick the jujubes from under the tree,
According to their fixed mindset, jujubes growing on the same tree have no poison on top, so those below without any signs of damage are certainly unlikely to be poisonous!
Every step Zhanxiage took was meticulously planned, guiding the terrorist coalition chasing them step by step into the deadly trap he had set.
There was another part of the trap that Zhanxiage hadn't told Zhao Haiping about. He and Zhao Haiping had fought side by side for two months, and they had already proven their vow to live and die together without leaving each other. Zhanxiage was well aware of Zhao Haiping's disciple's personality, strengths, and overly honest nature, which led to an almost irreparable disadvantage.
Zhao Haiping was truly honest, teaching him more advanced behavioral psychology beyond his level, helping him understand that in this society, as long as someone exists, there will be a hierarchy of groups. Being at different levels of the social pyramid, with different social needs and influences, will lead to different personality traits, which will probably take quite a long time. Not to mention requiring Zhao Haiping to set targeted traps based on the common traits of people at different levels within the hierarchy!
As for setting traps and reasonably estimating their effects, requiring Zhao Haiping to think in reverse before any military action on the battlefield, always taking three steps ahead of time, all of this was truly beyond the limits of what Zhao Haiping could accept or comprehend.
But every time Zhanxiage set a trap, Zhao Haiping would grab onto the little notebook Zhanxiage gave him two months ago when they first met, recording his insights as a sniper. He kept jotting down every detail and frequently asking Zhanxiage questions.
Zhanxiage was about to get past the small notebook in Zhao Haiping's hand. Even in the harshest conditions, Zhao Haiping didn't throw away the laptop. When Zhanxiage opened the notebook, which Zhao Haiping had flipped through countless times and was starting to have slightly curled edges, he was surprised to find that every page was filled with annotations Zhao Haiping had expressed based on his own understanding, as well as his insights from integrating these theories into actual combat on the battlefield.
As he flipped through the pages of the war hero song, he could clearly see Zhao Haiping's steady growth step by step in this little notebook, from a theoretical sniper who only knew how to shoot at a target to a truly experienced sniper skilled in special operations!
With this humble and eager spirit to learn, Zhao Haiping, whose talent was far from outstanding, managed to carve out his own path in the field of snipers—like ancient assassins who could kill with a single strike and are known as the face of death on the modern battlefield!
Zhanxiage pulled out the small ballpoint pen stuck in his notebook and left a note on it: "Depending on the composition and internal positions of the terrorists, their different identity requirements are created." At the very bottom of the organization, they have no status and don't care about dignity or face, so when they see sand dates, they swarm over and grab whatever they can, stuffing it into their mouths. Even those in the leadership class, who are equally thirsty and hungry, when they see sand jujubes, in order to maintain their social recognition and personal authority within the organization, they would never compete with ordinary members for a few jujubes. They prefer to wait for grassroots staff who have already proven with their bodies that the sand jujube is non-toxic, and then consciously and proactively offer it to them. So......"
As the war hero wrote this point, a strange smile slowly appeared on his face—one Zhao Haiping probably never had in his lifetime. He added a final conclusion to his notebook: "So the highly toxic sand jujube will at least cause the terrorists' joint pursuit team to lose a mid- to high-level leader." This would be of great benefit to breaking the previously weak alliance among the 'Assassin Organization,' the 'Chechen Anti-Government Forces,' and the 'Afghan Guerrillas'! If the sand jujube poisoning incident triggers the mutual dissatisfaction that should have existed between them but has been lurking deep, as long as blood is seen, it can spiral out of control, achieving the excellent effect of 'two peaches killing three warriors.' ”
Returning the notebook to Zhao Haiping, Zhanxiage said casually, "Don't rush to read it. The passage I wrote might only add unnecessary trouble to you now. Once we leave this desert and return to China, read it slowly and savor it with your heart." When you can fully understand it and apply it to every aspect of your life, permeating every detail of your battlefield and creating your own sniper philosophy, you can officially graduate from me! ”
"No, you will always be my teacher!"
Zhao Haiping really didn't open the notebook. He obediently and respectfully put the new content into the notebook with the war hero song, put it into a waterproof plastic bag, inserted it into his personal pocket, and carefully fastened the button.
Zhao Haiping scratched his head and smiled honestly, "Master, I just don't get it. A sniper is a soldier who first ensures survival on the battlefield, then uses their weapons to effectively strike the enemy. Why are you talking about philosophy?" As for creating philosophy, that kind of work should be left to the experts, professors, and scholars. I'm just a rough guy who only graduated from junior high—asking me to create philosophy—if I told him, wouldn't it make people laugh to death! ”
Zhanxiage shook his head speechlessly. If Zhao Haiping couldn't jump through this bottled path by his own strength, then his greatest achievement in life would probably be just being skilled at hiding in various terrains, good marksmanship, skill, and at most a seasoned sniper with solid combat experience.
After a long time, Zhanxiage whispered, "Remember, the greatest role of a sniper on the battlefield isn't how many enemies they shoot, but to use death to create a tremendous psychological shock against the enemy, tearing open a gap in their previously weak defensive line!" ”
Zhao Haiping nodded repeatedly, half understanding.
At the same place, Afghan guerrilla fighter Awang nodded and slowly closed his eyes, letting the bayonet in the guerrilla leader's hand press against his heart.
"Brother, rest assured. Allah is opening His warm and vast arms to await your arrival!" The Afghan guerrilla captain sent his hand away, and Awang's body trembled violently—the bayonet finally pierced his heart. In the last few seconds of his life, Awang suddenly reached out and tightly embraced the Afghan guerrilla leader who had followed him for over twenty years, who in his eyes was a father, comrade, friend, and brother. The blood flowing from Awang flowed between their tightly embraced bodies, and at that moment, a sense of blood connection welled up in their hearts.
As blood gushed out from his body, the terrifying sensation, like thousands of red-hot steel needles stabbing together, was greatly reduced. In his final moments, Awang found he could speak again!
Awang whispered, "I'm going home now. Goodbye...... Dad...... Brothers ...... Please take care of yourself, don't come looking for me too early! To be with you for a lifetime...... How wonderful! ”
The Afghan guerrilla leader nodded repeatedly. Awang gently exhaled his last breath. The hands tightly holding his father, brothers, friends, and comrades gradually softened. His body swayed, and his eyes, unable to open again, finally went limp completely in the arms of this man who, though he had no blood relation, had formed a bond even closer than blood ties, allowing him to devote his life to him.
"Awang...... My child......"
At that moment, even though the Afghan guerrilla leader held his head high, large tears kept streaming from his eyes, sliding down his face bit by bit, carving short distances in the air before silently disappearing into the desert beneath him, mixing with Awang's blood, indistinguishable from one another.
The Afghan guerrilla leader tightly embraced his brother and child, his friends and comrades tightly, while his right hand still gripped an old-fashioned bayonet over two feet long, long removed from the modern battlefield stage. This bayonet was deeply embedded in Awang's body.
Unlike others, when Awang left, his expression was very calm, even very peaceful.
Encountering someone like Zhanxia Ge, who thoroughly understands human weaknesses and integrates his own life philosophy, the Strange Mine Design has become a top-tier special operations expert. Faced with Zhanxia Ge's carefully designed death traps, he dies ...... Impressive!
As a soldier who had long been prepared to die on the battlefield, he was able to die in the arms of his brothers, father, friends, and comrades. He was ...... No regrets!
To die at the hands of a true hero, in the arms of one's closest family, for a soldier struggling in despair, could not be a bad thing.