Beside the armored vehicle, there were at least seven bodies lying on the ground, seemingly killed by a light machine gun, as the US Army personnel were all wearing bulletproof vests, aning the bullet entry points were either in the limbs or the heads.
Several faces were shot beyond recognition.
Jiang Feng turned his head away, and said in a low voice, "They died horribly..."
Song Heping walked to the door of the Striker armored vehicle, slled a strong scent of blood, looked inside, and saw several more bodies, then turned to Jiang Feng and said, "It's even worse inside."
Jiang Feng furrowed his brow and rubbed his nose.
At that mont, Gabri ca over with his n, carrying two still-living Alta militants and threw them directly onto the road.
The two Alta mbers rolled on the ground, issuing a deep moan, continuously chanting "Allahu Akbar" in an attempt to lessen their physical pain and boost their morale.
Song Heping had been here before and of course knew this was part of their belief.
During combat, they would shout this slogan.
He had hoped to get so intelligence from them, especially wanting to know if there were any Alta operatives in the remaining tens of kiloters so his team could be prepared.
However, after asking a couple of questions, Song Heping realized he had overlooked one thing – these two guys didn't even understand Arabic.
The Arabic he had learned in Illiguo turned out to be useless.
"What language are they speaking?" Jiang Feng asked.
Song Heping said, "Probably Pashto, no use, these two are worthless now."
He then turned to the US Army sergeant who had been following him and asked, "Do you want these two?"
The US Army sergeant shook his head.
Song Heping, not wanting to stay here any longer and eager to get on the road, said to Gabri, "You handle it, we're pulling out."
Gabri nodded, drew his pistol, and fired two shots at the two Alta mbers lying on the ground.
Bang—
Bang—
After the gunshots, a nearby Arican female army officer protested, "This is a violation of the Geneva Convention! They are prisoners!"
Song Heping had already walked a few steps away, but turned back upon hearing this, stared at the woman wearing a dical corps badge approaching her.
The female officer, perceiving the murderous intent on Song Heping, moved her lips nervously and unconsciously took a step back.
Song Heping said, "Would they be dead if you weren't here? Stop playing the saint in front of ."
After scolding the foolish woman, Song Heping turned and walked swiftly towards his car.
The US Army sergeant leading the team, seeing Song Heping leaving, quickly ca up and asked, "Brother, where are you heading?"
"Kandahar," Song Heping said. "We are going to the police station there."
The sergeant said, "We're heading there too, can we go together?"
Song Heping said, "We're in a hurry."
"Our radio got damaged, can you—"
"No."
Song Heping glanced at the female officer and pointed at her: "You have compassion, use that to reform the terrorists."
With that, he waved his hand, the engines of his convoy roared and they headed toward Kandahar.
The convoy kicked up dust, leaving only those idiots to eat dust in the wind.
"Look, there seems to be soone over there."
Just as they had driven less than ten kiloters, vehicle lights appeared in front of the convoy, Jiang Feng imdiately sounded the alarm: "Collins, stay alert! Moretti, slow down!"
Under the lights, a group of soldiers appeared in the distance.
Seeing they were wearing camouflage and standing beside a roadside light cavalry-style armored personnel carrier, Song Heping breathed a sigh of relief and said, "British Army."
Seeing a convoy approaching, the other side was also nervous, the machine gun on the armored vehicle also turned, aiming at Song Heping's convoy.
"Stop the car, I'll go take a look."
Moretti hit the brakes, pulling the Humvee over to the side.
The group of British soldiers already had their guns aid at Song Heping.
Song Heping shouted, "We are from the Jie Fushi Group, PMC!"
The other side also saw Song Heping's outfit, and their gun barrels lowered.
The Jie Fushi Group had many businesses around here, and the British Army was naturally familiar with them.
A British officer approached, sized up Song Heping, and almost imdiately concluded that this Chinese man was not from Alta, but still very cautiously said, "Procedures and identification."
After speaking, he gestured for the credentials.
Song Heping pulled out the credentials from Jie Fushi Group from his pocket and handed them over.
Once the British officer confird they were correct, he returned the docunts and then said, "Move quickly, it's not safe here."
Rembering the US Army dical team that had been attacked at the T-junction earlier, Song Heping asked curiously, "Mate, what exactly happened here? Why is it so chaotic?"
The British officer's face looked troubled; even under the bright car lights, it appeared unusually somber: "Mind your own business, move along!"
After speaking, he didn't wait for Song Heping's response and turned away.
Song Heping couldn't be bothered to argue with him; after all, he wasn't here to coordinate with these idiots, so he returned to his vehicle and continued forward.
The convoy kept driving towards Kandahar along the highway.
Along the way, he saw a large number of British troops also retreating toward Kandahar, including regular soldiers and many Afghan police forces sitting in trucks and pickups wearing gray-blue uniforms.
Sitting inside the trucks, many of them had their heads and hands wrapped in blood-soaked bandages, appearing like a defeated troop.
Song Heping realized sothing was amiss.
It seed related to so major operation planned by Admiral Chariz; clearly, the operation had not only failed to achieve its goals but had led to a disastrous defeat.
The Aricans and the Brits, supposedly allies, but for political gain, were stabbing each other in the back, even sacrificing their own people's lives.
In the eyes of politicians, the lives of soldiers were worthless, rely pawns.
Once inside Kandahar city, he found British troops everywhere. Originally, the coalition had a base in the suburbs, which was now overflowing with people.
Finally finding the police station, he saw lights still on, and the guards at the door, upon seeing the convoy, tensely darted behind the corner walls instead of coming out to intercept.
From this detail alone, Song Heping could tell the training level of these policen was really poor.
Before coming here, Song Heping had researched the training level of local police. Before the Arican invasion, Alta was in charge here with their police forces.
But after the Aricans ca, most of these people had fled, and even if they hadn't, they wouldn't likely take up police work.
So, the police here were all recruited after the establishnt of the new governnt; so were forr Northern Alliance soldiers who had always been resistant to Alta, but most were new recruits with no formal training. Additionally, as Alta had been very active here recently, who would dare to be a policeman and thus a target of Alta and a stooge of the Aricans; anwhile, the Aricans liked using governnt armies and police forces as cannon fodder in front-line battles, leading to high casualties among local police forces with new recruits barely keeping up. Finding anyone for the police was good enough, let alone expecting quality and experience.
"Can you speak English?!"
The police station was a small three-story building, but the yard was quite large.
Song Heping yelled at the guards who were cowering: "We are from the PMC company responsible for your military training…"
Fearing they would not understand what PMC ant, he shouted again to explain, "Military contractors! From Jie Fushi Group!"
The gate still didn't open.
One of the guards inside turned and ran towards the building.
Soon, soone ca out from the building, cautiously standing under the porch of the first floor without approaching, and shouted in English toward the gate: "Who are you? British Army? US Army? Or other coalition?"
Finally, soone who understood English!
Song Heping imdiately responded, "We are the rcenary force from a defense company, contractors sent by Jie Fushi Group to undertake your Kandahar Police Station training mission! Open the gate and let us in!"
The man under the porch continued to watch.
At first, Song Heping was puzzled, then he understood.
Given that the city of Kandahar had always been a vital defensive city for the southern coalition with substantial US Army deploynt, the city was relatively safe, unlike outside the city.
These police being so fearful ant only one thing—Kandahar wasn't safe anymore!
Thinking of this, Song Heping felt an imnse pressure.
This was like starting in hell.
He thought he was just here to train so newcors, but upon his arrival, it had already beco a city in peril.
"Got any proof? Procedures! I'm talking about procedures!"
The man under the porch was surprisingly cautious, not daring to show himself as if he would be shot in the head the mont he did.
Song Heping burst out in anger, unable to restrain himself as he shouted, "If we were Alta mbers, I would have driven straight in. Do you think this shoddy gate could stop us!?"
"It's the rules, identity must be verified; please cooperate."
The man still under the porch remained unbothered like a dead pig not afraid of boiling water.
Song Heping suddenly felt the voice sounded familiar?
But he couldn't recall who it was at the mont.
However, there was one thing he was certain of—he had seen him before.
Suddenly, a na flashed through his mind.
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