Chapter 57: The Weeping Chechen Nixia

Four or five hours after Zhanxiage and Zhao Haiping left, the joint pursuit unit guided by Afghan guerrillas also found this valley with abundant saltwater resources using their own methods. Seeing the pool filled with water, more than twenty Afghan guerrillas erupted in excited cheers.
Although the joint pursuit forces received several helicopter supplies, the Chechen rebels were now stretched thin, with very limited supplies. Moreover, the force had too many members, so on average, each person carried very little fresh water and rations.
These Afghan guerrillas, who survived and grew up amid the flames of war, used their own unique methods to test water sources. After confirming that Chinese soldiers had not poisoned the water, they filled a layer of gravel with sheepskin bags, then picked up a few pieces of charcoal from the hearth left by the heroes, crushed them, spread a layer of charcoal powder, and finally pressed down with a layer of fine sand three to four inches thick. In this way, they made more than a dozen simple yet highly effective distilled water filters.
Fresh water extracted by Afghan guerrillas slowly flowed from beneath the parchment tubes, and this water was quickly distributed to everyone's kettles. An Afghan guerrilla soldier respectfully handed freshly prepared fresh water to the white-bearded guerrilla leader. This guerrilla leader then passed the fresh water to the female guerrilla members in the unit, and this fresh water was passed from the female guerrilla fighters to their youngest and most cared for members.
Under the gentle gaze of all the Afghan guerrillas, the youngest among them picked up a kettle full of fresh water and sipped slowly. The rest of the joint forces sat in a corner of the valley where the sun didn't reach, shaking their noticeably heavier water bottles, unable to resist tilting their necks back and gulping down the not-so-tasting fresh water into their stomachs.
Suddenly, a Russian military canteen, its green paint peeling off completely, crashed hard to the ground with a soft "clang" sound.
The Afghan guerrilla fighter who was the first to drink water clutched his stomach with a strange expression. Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, his body curled up into a bow. His gaze slowly shifted from the military canteen he had accidentally dropped to the face of the Afghan guerrilla leader.
He opened his mouth wide, wanting to say something, but only a few "slit" gasps came from his mouth. He reached out to wipe his nose, because at some point, blood had already flowed from his nostrils. He reached out to wipe his hot, sticky ear again. When he noticed fine lines of blood flowing from his own ear as well, this young guerrilla fighter, with rich experience in guerrilla warfare and terrorist attacks, showed a trace of despair on his bloodless face.
At the same time, groans echoed from among the soldiers of the joint pursuit forces resting in dark corners. Thirty or forty soldiers who had received fresh water from Afghan guerrillas and happily fed it to their stomachs all collapsed to the ground!
A terrorist from the 'Assassin Organization' clutched his stomach, rolling desperately on the ground, glaring at his fearful eyes and screaming in despair: "Isn't this the 'Holy War One' our Jihad organization just developed, with obvious and powerful effects, and is intended to launch an independent holy war in Chinese cities?" Why did our self-developed 'Holy War One' end up in my water bottle?! I don't want to die, my stomach is really ...... It hurts! ”
Thirty or forty people rolled on the ground, thick blood flowing from their eyes, ears, noses, and mouths. The entire valley was filled with screams and cries almost inhuman. Mixed in were some "assassin organization" terrorists who knew the poison of "Jihad One," smashing their heads hard against rocks with terrifying noises.
Soldiers poisoned by Afghan guerrillas and Chechen rebels still held onto a glimmer of hope for survival, but those "assassin organization" terrorists knew they were doomed—they were doomed!
Amirali, the third leader of the "Assassin Organization," hired a group of talented but unworthy scientific scum in the European and American markets at large sums. They developed the "Holy War No. 1" biochemical agent based on chemical weapons left in China from Japan's Black Sun 731 bacterial unit during World War II, which could completely destroy human blood function in just a few minutes. The reason this "Holy War No. 1" biochemical agent became Amiral's most valued "Holy War" weapon is that it not only has terrifying lethality but also causes the poisoned to suffer the most intense pain, requiring at least four to five hours of struggle before entering death like a ghost. It can be said that if this "Jihad-1" can be successfully deployed in Chinese border cities, its psychological deterrent effect on residents living in peaceful cities will be greater than its actual destructive effect.
But now, this terrifying biochemical agent had been dropped on their joint pursuit force. Those poisoned "assassin organization" terrorists clutch their throats, pleading as they stare at their companions who are not poisoned but do not know how to help.
"Bang!"
A crisp gunshot rang out in the valley. A terrorist from the "Assassin Organization," clutching his companion tightly and making continuous "whoo ho" sounds, slowly lay on the ground of the valley. Blood spurted continuously from his bullet-pierced body, his body slowly stretching out. At that moment, a faint smile appeared on his face.
He was finally free.
Amid a frenzied roar, a veteran of the Chechen anti-government forces raised the bayonet from his automatic rifle and stabbed fiercely into the chest of his fallen brother who had once fought alongside him. Amid the sighs of relief and the sound of blood splattering, tears welled up in the old soldier's eyes.
Looking at his brother lying on the ground, killed by his own hands, the veteran shook off his automatic rifle, which was still stained with blood from his bayonet, sat in a pool of blood, and dazedly embraced the still-warm corpse. Amid silent sobbing, he sang the battle anthem that every Chechen soldier would sing...... Chechen Nixia, don't cry for me!
The majestic mountains of the Caucasus bear witness to me,
I did not die.
How could someone who became Sheheide die?
Have you forgotten?
Allah has long made a covenant with us,
Those who became Sheheide did not die.
My beloved girl,
Don't cry,
This is just a temporary farewell,
Which Tatar man would be willing to leave the sacred land of his dreams?
I have already gone to Mecca,
Allah is calling again,
This time, I don't want to delay or hesitate any longer,
I quietly left.
……
Low and powerful, full of fighting passion, carrying a tragic and tender song of life and death, echoing repeatedly through the valley. More and more Chechen veterans sit in pools of blood, holding brothers they once fought alongside and shared life and death, beginning to sing softly.