The negotiations between the two parties took place on the border between Tajikistan and Afghanistan. This is a mountainous area, a no-nonsense area, and various armed organizations are active.
Now is the first stage of negotiations. The two sides are in careful contact. When the contact is completed, they will get down to business and discuss various interest disputes after the battle. Although such negotiations are a bit ridiculous to Yan Fenghuo, for this person
It is extremely important to both organizations.
Kerim was very reluctant to be left out, but at this juncture there was nothing he could do. Everything was decided by Mu Co. It seemed that Mu Cuo deliberately ignored Kerim, perhaps because he was wary of Yan Fenghuo, a Chinese.
.
But it doesn't matter, Yan Fenghuo is already preparing to kill Alimu, who is in charge of the negotiations, and push Crimea to the forefront.
At the headquarters base of the East Turkestan Movement, the restless Kerim did not wait for the news that Yan Fenghuo had killed Alimu, but was met by Mu Cuo.
In the room, Mu Cuo was sitting cross-legged on the bed. When he saw Kerim walking in, his face was full of smiles: "My child, sit down without restraint."
"Thank you to the true God, thank you to Lord Muco." Kerim bowed and sat opposite Muco.
Mu Co's room is very simple and tidy, but full of the flavor of jihad. Everything here is related to jihad, religious books are everywhere, and religious slogans are hung high.
"My child, you did a very good job on this trip to Afghanistan. I want to reward you." Mucuo smiled and asked: "Tell me, what reward do you want?"
"Allah is supreme," Kerim nodded slightly and said, "Everything Kerim has done is for jihad. This is what I should do, and I cannot ask for rewards."
Reward? What Kerim wants is not a reward, but a position. Mu Co can give him this position, but this old fox has been unwilling to give it to him.
"My child, you hold the whole sky in your heart, your mind can tolerate the vast ocean, and you are an excellent warrior." Mu Cuo smiled kindly and continued to Kerim: "I know what you want.
What is it, all you want is jihad."
"Yes, all I want is jihad. I want to burn the flame of jihad to every corner of the world and let all ignorant people return to the embrace of Allah, but..."
"Are you blaming me for not giving you a chance?" Mu Co looked at Kerim with bright eyes.
Kerim said nothing and looked at Mu Cuo. His silence was an admission, and there was nothing he dared not admit before God.
"Everyone has a chance. This is God's arrangement." Muco said with a sacred look: "God needs to select the best warriors, and this process is full of thorns and a bumpy road. Your Afghanistan
The journey was full of ups and downs and dangers, but you are back, which means you have withstood the test of Allah. So you are the best warrior, and you are fully capable of doing more for the jihad."
These words were an acknowledgment of everything that Crimea had done during their trip to Afghanistan, while at the same time ignoring everything. No one knew what he was thinking, although now Crimea believes that it was Mu Cuo who asked him to go.
Afghanistan was made a scapegoat under neutrality.
"Master Mucuo, I came back from studying abroad. I am capable and educated. I have withstood the test of many years of loneliness. I know how to fight and fight, but..."
"But what?" Mu Cuo still had a kind smile on his face.
"But what I have learned has not been used where it should be used." Kerim said straightforwardly: "I don't think Alimu has the ability to negotiate with the Indo-Tibetan Special Border Force, but I do, and I am fully capable of this ability.
Yes. I will come up with the best conditions, and I will make our alliance and cooperation stronger. But you let Alimu go, but you didn't let me go. I am very sorry and confused. Please ask Mr. Kerim to go.
Clear my doubts."
Facing Mu Cuo's wise eyes, Kerim knew that he could not hide anything, so he simply said everything he thought about the matter. He firmly believed that his ability was better than anyone else's, and that no one was better or better than him.
Perfect for that negotiating job.
You know, the negotiation with the Indo-Tibetan Special Border Force may seem like nothing on the surface, but it can increase its own weight in the organization. This weight cannot be seen, but it can be deeply rooted in people's hearts.
He could compete for more benefits after the war, and he could also add his own ideas to the negotiation process to reserve opportunities for future holy wars that others would never think of. But everything changed because of Mu Cuo's invisible obstruction.
It was impossible to implement, and he was very angry and disappointed.
"My child, this is also a test for you." Mucuo smiled slightly and said: "The tests of Allah are everywhere, and a capable warrior will accept more tests. If you can't withstand the test, then how can you command?
A glorious holy war?”
"but……"
"No need to say any more," Mucuo waved his hand gently: "Allah has arranged a very important job for you, and only you can complete this job."
Kerim did not achieve what he thought of. He tried to steady his breathing and said respectfully: "I will definitely complete the task. What is this task?"
Test, damn test!
Crime really wanted to kill the old fox Muco. He no longer needed tests. What he needed were battlefields, one battlefield after another.
"This job is to kill Yan Fenghuo." Mu Cuo said very calmly.
Kill Yan Fenghuo?!
Hearing this, Kerim was instantly furious. Mu Cuo asked him to kill Yan Fenghuo, which meant removing one of his arms so that there would be no one around him who could use it. This was not a test.
, the test is definitely not like this.
"Okay, I will kill Yan Fenghuo." Kerim, who was angry inside but calm on his face, nodded in agreement.
Mu Cuo looked at Kerim with satisfaction, nodded slightly, and the smile on his face became even wider.
"Why don't you ask why?" Mu Cuo asked.
Kerim replied without hesitation: "There is no need to ask for any reason. This is the will of Allah and the need for jihad. All I want to know is to follow the guidance of Allah!"
Mu Co stretched out his hand, gently touched Kerim's head, and said kindly: "You are the best warrior of Allah. Maybe my position will be yours next."
This sentence immediately made Kerim feel elated. Even though it was just a sentence, it was full of hope when it came out of Lord Muco's mouth. But it only took a moment for Kerim to be elated, and everything was destroyed by the next sentence.
hope.
"My son, you should return to Mount Kumarir, which will be the forward position in the future. There you will play all your roles."
Anger, unwillingness, confusion, hesitation...all the negative emotions shrouded Kerim tightly. He had done so much for it and struggled so much, but in the end he still had to go back to that damn Kumaril
Mountain, supporting the logistical work of the organization.
What he wants is not that kind of life. What he wants is status, power, and the baton to command the overall situation. Without these, his dream will not be realized, and he will always be a small resident leader.
"You can have your own weapons." Mu Cuo said this next.
It’s just that this sentence is no longer very attractive to Mu Cuo. He needs to be armed, but he also needs to gain a foothold at the headquarters and control the power. When he came out, he had a deep understanding that only by establishing a foothold at the headquarters can he be allowed to
Do what you want to do yourself.
What if he has his own armed forces in Mount Kumaril? When the organization needs it, the warriors he has carefully trained have to leave and become someone else's force.
"Yes, Mount Kumaril will be our forward position." Crime said with excitement: "When the jihad begins, Mount Kumaril will become the most important strategic location. By that time
, I will become the vanguard of the Holy War. Lord Muco, you are so kind to me, I don’t even know what to say."
Kerim was patient, and the more he endured, the more satisfactory his performance became to Mu Cuo. Unknowingly, he had become an excellent actor. In other words, he already had the qualifications of an excellent actor, but he was not very mature before.
"Hahaha... This is not what I mean, this is the will of Allah. Kerim, I am very optimistic about you. I believe that one day you will step into my position and lead all warriors to burn the flame of jihad to the world.
Every corner.”
"I will!" Kerim looked determined.
"Kill Yan Fenghuo first." Mu Cuo was still kind, but there was murderous intent in his eyes.
"Okay, I'll go now." Kerim nodded vigorously.
Mu Cuo smiled and watched Kerim walk out of his house, still sitting there with his legs crossed.
A bearded member of the ETIM came out of the back room and asked softly: "Is the suppression too severe?"
Mu Co stretched out a finger and said: "If Kerim is not suppressed, he will one day become extremely crazy. He has a mind that many people do not have, and he has real wisdom and endurance. Allah needs this kind of person
, but Allah doesn’t need such people, do you understand?”
The ETIM member narrowed his eyes and was a little confused by this sentence.
"Hahaha... This is why Kerim cannot be allowed to take power." Mu Co's eyes suddenly opened wide and he whispered: "If you know too much, you will forget your original intention. God does not need such people."
Yes, Allah does not need people who know too much. He only needs people who can risk everything for jihad. But this may not be the will of Allah, because Allah is everywhere, and Allah is never there.
The shocked Kerim returned to his room and sat there quietly. He needed to calm down, he needed to be extremely calm. Things have reached the point where they are now, and if they want to reverse it, they can only rely on force.
Kill them all, kill them all!
On the mountain outside the small town on the Ta'a border, Yan Fenghuo was assembling a sniper rifle in an orderly manner. It was a full 1,800 meters away from the center of the small town, and it was a super long-range sniper.