Everyone present was a hard-bitten warrior, but witnessing such a dication-free castration was still profoundly shocking.
The leader's heart-wrenching howls pierced the sky.
All eyes from the villagers present were fixed on the beast who just minutes ago had treated human life as worthless.
Blood gushed forth as the leader struggled desperately with his body.
Even Latif couldn't pin him down or control his thrashing.
The leader shook off Latif's foot, but he couldn't free his hands and feet from their binds.
But the pain below his groin went straight to the soul, making him feel as though his spirit was about to be wrenched out by the agony.
He writhed on the ground like a live pig with an artery cut, his bound limbs flailing as if a fish desperately struggling to return to water after being thrown onto a deck.
Disaster Star couldn't bear to watch this extre male suffering and turned away his face.
After a while, the pain took its toll on the leader, whose cries gradually subsided.
Latif told the won, "Cut off his head!"
That woman turned to look at Latif.
Her face was covered with blood.
A splash of blood had hit her when she struck the leader just before.
"Go! Rember how your husband and children died!?"
Latif's face was emotionless like a marble sculpture.
The woman, initially cowering in fear of the leader, was suddenly reignited with fury for revenge by Latif's roar.
"Die!!"
She swung the sword again.
The first strike landed on the leader's neck.
Blood sprayed out.
But the man did not die.
The woman's strength was not great.
The cut, imprecise, struck the trachea instead of the artery.
After this cut, the leader's screams beca even more sorrowful, and his already extinguished body began to twist again, rolling continuously on the ground.
Therefore, the second strike also missed its mark.
Incredibly, it didn't even hit the neck, cutting into the arm instead.
This blow caused the leader to shriek like a slaughtered pig.
The woman pressed on, constantly swinging her sword.
But each strike missed a lethal spot.
So the leader continued to roll, and the woman continued to chop.
Before long, the woman was gasping for breath.
And the leader, covered in cuts and blood, lay on the ground screaming like a madman.
Unable to watch any longer, Song Heping suggested, "Stretch your neck out and let a single stroke end it swiftly."
As if really giving up, the leader lay on his back on the ground without making any further struggle.
"Kill ... kill ... please... not like this..."
Jiang Feng said, "I'd like to give him a quick shot, but that would send him to Heaven ... better not."
Finally resting enough, the woman picked up the sword again and continued chopping...
She no longer needed Latif to encourage her.
For she had also beco bloodthirsty.
After a full five minutes, the cries and screams of the leader gradually ceased.
In the end, the woman dropped the knife and collapsed to her knees, weeping bitterly.
"Let's go."
Song Heping walked over to Latif and reminded him, "It's no longer safe here; these villagers should leave too. If ISI5 finds their n dead here, they'll surely seek fierce retaliation."
"They can't stay here anymore..."
Latif's expression turned sorrowful.
"There were already few grown n left in this village, the n have gone to war over the years, leaving behind only those needed to keep the village alive. Tonight..."
As he said this, his gaze turned towards the corpses.
"Most of them have been killed; there's no hope left here now."
"You should co with us," Song Heping said. "They're coming after you, your presence here is a danger to the villagers."
"Right..."
Latif nodded silently.
He walked over to the little girl, squatted down, and opened his arms to embrace her.
"Amina... Daddy can't be with you anymore. Leave here with your aunt, Daddy will co to find you."
While speaking, tears had already welled up in Latif's eyes.
Only then did Song Heping realize that the woman who had just been killed was Latif's wife, and the little girl was his daughter.
So things are really better left unthought of.
"Latif, send your wife and daughter to Baghdad. I have so friends there who can arrange a safe place for your family."
Latif didn't speak, seemingly hesitating.
Song Heping continued, "You should do what you want to do, and it's best not to involve your family."
The implication of his words was quite clear.
For soone like Latif, it's best to send his family away like Samir did, and walk his own path.
In a place like Illiguo, the path of an idealist is extrely difficult; no one likes them.
"Thank you."
Latif brought the little girl to another woman, gave her so instructions, then returned to Song Heping: "Let's go, I'll take you to et Samir."
Without much fuss.
In a place like Illiguo, being sentintal is useless. Here you either deal with blood or iron.
You either beco soone as tough as iron, or you pay the price in blood.
Once in the car, and under the guidance of Latif, the convoy headed southwest.
"Samir is near Lavo Town, just over 180 kiloters from here; about a two-hour drive," Latif said.
Song Heping rembered the na Lavo.
It's a border area near Siria.
This region is quite distant from the Persian Border in the northwest.
An hour later, there was hardly any decent road ahead.
Most of the southwest region of Illiguo is desert.
This area, unlike the mountainous region near the Persian Border in the northwest, mostly consists of hills and sand. The dunes that form the hills are generally only about twenty to thirty ters high, and the convoy traveled through the sands between these hills.
When they were about twenty kiloters away from Lavo Town, there was suddenly an increase in vegetation around them.
This was because the Euphrates River passed near Lavo, creating several oases.
"There are people ahead!"
Jiang Feng, who was in the passenger seat keeping watch, suddenly issued a warning over the radio.
"Pull over!"
The two armored vehicles sharply turned their steering wheels to head towards the sand dunes on the left.
At that mont, a few sparks flashed out of the darkness in the distance.
Following that, Song Heping heard the sound of gunfire snapping.
A bullet hole appeared in the right upper corner of the windshield, creating a spiderweb pattern.
The other warheads hit the vehicle's body, sparking several flares.
The vehicles stopped at the edge of a sand dune, everyone got out quickly and dispersed swiftly.
Hunter ran backward, looking for a way to climb the dune and find a sniping point.
Song Heping and Jiang Feng hid on one side of the armored vehicle, using the vehicle as cover to look for the enemy's position.
"Could it be Samir's n?"
Song Heping asked Latif imdiately.
After all, outposts around would have sentry squads.
It would be unwise to strike back rashly and kill them—it was crucial to identify the attackers first to avoid friendly fire.
"No! Their people wouldn't be deployed this far out!"
Latif looked tense.
"Sothing must have happened near Lavo Town!"
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