"Maimaiti, what is your biggest wish?" Yan Fenghuo asked a young man in his twenties.
"My greatest wish is to carry out the jihad for freedom under the guidance of the true God!" Maimaiti said with a pious look: "The true God has given us bodies, smart brains and dexterous hands and feet. This is to allow us to use the gifts given to us.
We are all engaged in an endless battle. I want to become a warrior, do something earth-shattering, and repay the true God for his favor on me."
"Then have you ever thought about what will happen after the jihad is successful?" Yan Fenghuo continued to ask.
"After the jihad is successful, I will return to the embrace of the true God and serve my omnipresent Lord forever." Maimaiti made a pious gesture, with firm eyes, exuding a fearful feeling of faith.
"Very good." Yan Fenghuo threw the rifle to Maimaiti and said: "For the holy war and for the true God, you must train seriously and fight bravely."
"Yeah!" Maimaiti nodded solemnly, took the rifle and practiced aiming.
More than half a month later, Yan Fenghuo's body recovered as before, and he had a deep understanding of what kind of people these terrorists were. The answers he got made him admire the terrorists' ideological methods of controlling people. These people had already lost themselves.
All that is alive is a soulless body.
In the past few days, he always felt that there was a pair of eyes secretly watching his every move. This feeling made him very uncomfortable, but he pretended not to know. Because Kerim's trust in him was still just a word, this top student from Cambridge
The terrorist leader who emerged has a deep scheming mind.
To sleep at night, Yan Fenghuo has a separate cave.
The cave was very simple, with only a bed and a table, a kerosene lamp on the table, and a rickety door that closed him in his own space. Only at this time was he a chance to breathe and sleep.
Be your true self.
No, he couldn't be his true self even in his sleep. His brain was hypnotized by him before going to sleep, making him believe that he was a traitor who joined the terrorist camp for revenge.
He didn't dare to think about Tangtang or the sister who worried him so much. He was afraid that his brain would transmit this information while he was asleep. The only thing he could do was to hypnotize himself repeatedly to let his brain finally believe him.
The lies conveyed.
"Squeak..." The door was gently pushed open, and a terrorist quietly walked to Yan Fenghuo's bed.
Yan Fenghuo, who was lying on the bed, suddenly opened his eyes and asked in a low voice: "Who?"
"Shh..." The visitor made a silent gesture, signaling Yan Fenghuo to follow him out.
Yan Fenghuo thought for a moment, got out of bed, put on his clothes and followed the other person out.
It was around three o'clock in the morning, the sky was densely covered with stars, and the wind from the mountains was blowing, giving people a chill. Except for the sentries, all the terrorists were immersed in sleep, and the entire stronghold was silent.
This man was very familiar with the terrain, and he led Yan Fenghuo skillfully around the sentry and came to the foot of the rocks far away from the stronghold.
"Who are you?" Yan Fenghuo asked, staring at the other person.
Under the starlight, Yan Fenghuo saw that the other person's face was covered with a piece of cloth, only a pair of eyes were exposed, and he could not tell who this person was.
"It doesn't matter who I am. What's important is that there is a piece of information that you need to bring out." The visitor's voice was filled with anxiety. He took out a denture from his mouth and handed it to Yan Fenghuo and said, "I am sent by the Xinjiang Military Region.
Undercover, my identity has been exposed, you must take this information out."
Holding the denture, Yan Fenghuo narrowed his eyes.
"Name, direct superior?" Yan Fenghuo asked.
"Abdu Ahmet is affiliated with the Military Region Intelligence Department and directly reports to his superior, Lieutenant Colonel Tang Chaofei." The person came to explain his identity.
"Okay!" Yan Fenghuo nodded, with a hint of ferocity in his eyes.
"You, you don't believe me?" the visitor asked.
"I believe it." Yan Fenghuo stretched out his hand to pinch the other person's neck and said coldly: "But you have found the wrong person."
"Uh... uh..." The person whose neck was strangled made a choking sound.
"Sentinel, there is a spy here!" Yan Fenghuo shouted loudly, dragging the other party toward the camp.
The sentry who heard the sound immediately ran over with his gun in hand, and the camp exploded.
"What's going on?" Kerim ran out wearing clothes and holding a pistol.
"It's a small matter." Yan Fenghuo threw the dentures to Kerim, reached for the opponent's pistol, put it against the undercover's head and pulled the trigger.
"Bang!" The bullet penetrated the brain, blood spurted out, and the man who claimed to be an undercover lay heavily on the ground.
Throwing the pistol to Kerim, Yan Fenghuo stretched and walked towards his room to continue sleeping.
He kept the name Abdul Ahmat firmly in mind. There was no doubt that he had already died because his identity was exposed. The man just now was testing himself, but his method was extremely stupid. There was no undercover agent.
They would not trust anyone, not even themselves, to reveal their identities like this. This was a test carried out by Kerim to suspect himself, but the method was too childish and insulted his own IQ.
The undercover incident was just a small episode. Kerim still wouldn't believe Yan Fenghuo, and Yan Fenghuo was even more vigilant, guarding against Kerim's next temptation.
A few days later, a man with a black cloth over his head and bruises all over his body was tied up and taken to the mountain, where he was tied to the wooden stake where Yan Fenghuo was once tied. This was a Chinese anti-terrorism soldier captured in a battle.
On the way here, I have been subjected to various punishments.
After seeing the desert camouflage uniform on this man, Yan Fenghuo's heart twitched hard, and he immediately warned himself not to show any emotions that shouldn't exist.
This desert camouflage uniform is something he is very familiar with. It is the unique desert camouflage of the Blood Fox Brigade, which probably means that this person is a comrade of the Blood Fox Brigade.
The hood was torn off by a terrorist, revealing a cheek full of blood. The face was covered with bruises and had been beaten to the point of being deformed; there was a gash on the lip, and blood was still dripping from the unconscious mouth.
.
The moment he saw this cheek, Yan Fenghuo's breath became rapid, his eyes showed a strange light that shouldn't be there, and his heart twitched to the point of suffocation.
"Do you know this person?" Kerim glanced at Yan Fenghuo.
"We know him." Yan Fenghuo nodded and said solemnly: "My comrade-in-arms, codename is Luo Gui."
Yan Fenghuo, who said these words in a deep voice, was in a state of confusion. He quickly scanned the surrounding terrorists with the corner of his eye. His brain was running at high speed, calculating and determining how confident he was that he could rescue Luo Gui if he took action.
He never imagined that Luo Gui would be captured by this rabble, and he never thought about what he should do when facing his comrades.
Kerim was about ten meters away from him. The distribution of the terrorists was irregular, but their bodies were all facing him. As long as he made any movement, he would be shot by dozens of rifles, and he had no confidence in rescuing Luo Gui.
Luo Gui, who was covered in bruises, raised his head with difficulty, his somewhat distracted eyes fell on Yan Fenghuo's face, and he grinned: "Yan Fenghuo..."
At this time, Yan Fenghuo had the idea of going up and giving Luo Gui a good beating: Aren't you fucking awesome? How could you not be captured yet? Where is your glory bomb? The last bullet you left for yourself
Woolen cloth!
This is my best brother, what should I do, what the hell should I do!
Yan Fenghuo roared in confusion in his heart. He didn't know what to do. Should he kill Luo Gui with his own hands to gain the trust of Kerimu? I can't do it. I have already killed a brother with my own hands. I absolutely can't.
Then kill his own brother. But what should I do? Who the hell can tell me what to do!!!
"He is very powerful." Kerim pointed his aquiline nose at Yan Fenghuo, stared at him and said, "You are also very powerful. It is more appropriate to leave such a powerful person to you."
These words hit Yan Fenghuo's heart hard, making him feel cold all over.
If he kills Luo Gui, he will gain trust and ensure the smooth progress of the mission; if he doesn't kill Luo Gui, he is afraid that both of them will be killed by these terrorists.
This is a multiple-choice question, and I don’t know where to start.
"How were you captured?" Yan Fenghuo asked Luo Gui through gritted teeth.
"Hehehe..." Luo Gui raised his deformed cheek, spat out a mouthful of blood with great effort, and said with blurred eyes: "The boat capsized in the sewer, and I spent my life hunting eagles, only to have my eyes pecked by eagles... But what I hate the most is
What's more, I couldn't kill you, a traitor, and I won't be willing to die..."
"How do you want to die?" Yan Fenghuo asked coldly.
"Bah!" spitting a mouthful of blood on Yan Fenghuo's face, Luo Gui said with full contempt: "Yan Fenghuo, you unfaithful and unfilial bitch, you can ignore the law for the sake of your sister..."
"Why am I unfaithful and unfilial!" Yan Fenghuo suddenly became furious and shouted at Luo Gui: "My sister was blinded and killed by those bastards. Who the hell brought them to justice? That was me.
My sister, not your sister, whoever gets stabbed with a knife will feel the pain! I am a man, I am a man who peed while standing, how could I not take revenge, how could I not kill all those bastards? You want
Are you going to shoot me and leave me to sit and wait for death? I have gone through life and death to defend the country, but I found that I can't even protect my own relatives. I don't accept it, not at all. I am treason, so what will happen to me? What if I can't even do this?
If I don’t retaliate, then am I still a man?”
"Unfaithful and unfilial thing!" Luo Gui spat out these words again, the contempt in his eyes became even worse, and it pierced into Yan Fenghuo's eyes.
At this time, Yan Fenghuo seemed to have lost his mind. He grabbed Luo Gui's neck angrily and wanted to strangle him to death. He was not completely pretending. What happened to Yan Yan has always been a pain in his heart.
, once it is peeled off, it will bleed.
"Think about how you killed the eggplant." Luo Gui laughed sadly.
There was a "boom", and Yan Fenghuo felt as if his brain had been hit hard by a hammer. His eyesight turned black, and his lips moved vigorously but he could not speak.
Eggplant was his comrade-in-arms. In that battle, he personally killed the captured Eggplant. If Yan Yan was the eternal pain in his heart as a brother, then Eggplant was the scar that he, as a brother, could never erase in his life...
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"I'm going to kill you!" Yan Fenghuo roared, his eyes were red, and ferocious wildness poured out crazily.
"Give me a good time, for the sake of being brothers together...hehehe..."
Luo Gui's eyes also exuded a ray of madness, but more importantly, they were persistence and determination.
"I won't let you die so easily." Yan Fenghuo said coldly with a gloomy face: "I will let you try the most painful way to die."
"Yan Fenghuo, you are just a bastard!" Luo Gui suddenly yelled crazily: "You want me to beg you? Damn, I won't beg you. I'm waiting with my brothers down there to watch you go down.
It depends on how you explain it to the brothers below, hahahaha..."
The crazy Luo Gui looked ferocious, like a ghost threatening his life.
"You can use this gun to kill him." Kerim handed the pistol to Yan Fenghuo.
"No need." Yan Fenghuo said to Kerim with a cruel face: "Prepare a basin of water and brown paper for me, and I will show you what 'rain watering plum blossoms' means."
Kerim didn't know what rain watered plum blossoms meant, but he felt a chill from Yan Fenghuo's eyes.
Rain-watering plum blossoms is a punishment invented by Dongchang in the Ming Dynasty. The criminal's limbs are fixed on the bed to prevent him from moving, and then the wet yellow paper is covered over the face layer by layer, blocking the mouth and nose, making the prisoner unable to move.
Suffocated to death bit by bit.
This kind of punishment is generally used to extract confessions by torture. Although it does not have a strong visual impact as other punishments, it can cause the greatest damage to people's spirits. During the torture process, you will feel the God of Death smiling at you little by little.
, that feeling of suffocation and oppression makes your whole body feel like being bitten by countless small insects.
The crazily struggling prisoner will make the perpetrator feel suffocated and wish that the other person would die soon. The torture of plum blossoms in the rain is higher than the death, and it is better to be cut in half than to suffer this punishment.
When the two terrorists carried Luo Gui's body out and threw it into the ravine, Kerim's face was still pale. He had thoroughly seen Yan Fenghuo's torture and murder methods, and a sense of fear rose in his heart.
"What a good idea!" Kerim said to Yan Fenghuo.
"Go away!" Yan Fenghuo pointed at Kerim with a murderous expression and said, "It's true that I am treason, but if you force me to kill my former comrades again, I will make your death ten times uglier than this!"
After finishing speaking, Yan Fenghuo strode towards his room and closed the door heavily.
After being threatened, Kerim smiled instead of getting angry. Now he could truly trust Yan Fenghuo.
Yan Fenghuo, who was lying on his bed, stared blankly at the gray-black roof, with tears streaming down his eyes. He kept shouting in his heart: Luo Gui, you know how to hold Qigong, you know how to hold Qigong, hold on.
Yes, you must not die!
Gently closing his tearful eyes, Yan Fenghuo's thoughts drifted to the battle four years ago, the tragic battle in which he personally killed another comrade, and opened up the bloody knife edge hidden deep in his heart...