Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 316 The Devil's Bloodthirst
The two men walked out of the house carefully and saw from afar that the village had become lively. Many pickup trucks had driven into the village. Black soldiers jumped out of the cars holding Type 56 and AK automatic rifles, shouting and dragging a group of people with hoods and tied hands behind their backs from two large trucks.

"captive?"

Jiang Feng seemed to have guessed the identities of those people.

Song Heping said, "It seems so. Let's not get involved in their affairs. Let's go back."

Not long after the two returned to the room, Dunbar came over.

"Boss Song, our colonel wants you to come over."

"Where?"

Song Heping thought that Isad wanted the people he had taught them to use the SA-9 missile launch system.

But Dunbar gave a completely unexpected answer: "No, our colonel asked you to come over and watch our ceremony with him."

"ceremony?"

Song Heping seemed to sense something was wrong.

But since the other party called me, I have to go.

"Okay, we'll go there right away."

"The colonel said to invite all of you to come together."

"Everyone?"

"Yes."

Song Heping had no choice but to ask Jiang Feng to go to the next room to wake up Mohammed and Haziz. The group left the room and followed Dunbar to an open space in the village.

"my friend!"

Isad still looked as enthusiastic as ever and took the initiative to invite Song Heping to sit next to him.

At this time, tables and chairs had been set up on one side of the open space. Just like last night, fruits were soon placed there, as well as some food such as lamb and tortillas.

Song Heping came to Isad, said good morning, and then sat down in the assigned chair.

He kept wondering what the "ritual" was, but his intuition told him that it was not a pleasant thing.

Sure enough, the captives with their heads covered were brought to an open space. The escorting soldiers asked them to line up, kneel down one by one, and then took off their hoods one by one.

There were about twenty prisoners, kneeling neatly on the ground in two rows.

Song Heping smelled murderous intent in the air and couldn't help but turn to Isad and said, "Colonel, what are you doing?"

"It's a ceremony to celebrate our victory," said Assad.

"Celebrating victory?" Song Heping looked at the prisoners suspiciously.

Assad said: "My army attacked the government army's base last night and successfully drove them out. We occupied a new territory and my territory has expanded again!"

He raised his hand, pointed at the emaciated and terrified captives and said, "These are government troops, puppets supported by the French!"

He became increasingly agitated as he spoke. He stood up, clenched his fists, and shouted at his onlookers, "These French running dogs are pagans who betrayed our true God and our people. Do they deserve to die?!"

"Damn it! Damn it!"

"Damn it! Damn it!"

"For centuries, those pagans and colonists have been killing our people and stealing our resources on our land, and they—"

Isad's face was full of anger, his eyes were bigger than copper bells, and he pointed his finger at the captives who had begun to tremble.

"They are helping those in power in the puppet government suppress our people and kill our friends and relatives. Today, on behalf of Allah, I will judge these sinners and make them wash away their sins with blood!"

After saying that, he drew his short knife from his waist and raised it to the sky.

"Those who blaspheme the holy true God will surely die without a burial place!"

"No place to bury the dead!"

"No place to bury the dead!"

"No place to bury the dead!"

The crowd around was like boiling water, boiling up at Isad's few words.

Song Heping looked at the distorted faces in the roar and felt a chill in his heart.

Humans are complex higher animals, with an angel on one side and a devil on the other.

War, chaos, and poverty will all cause the killing genes hidden deep in the blood to surface. The demonic side will be fully revealed in such a scenario, just like seeing the gates of hell open and demons dancing wildly.

Jiang Feng and Mohammed and Aziz beside him were silent, with no expression on their faces.

Although Mohammed and Aziz are also Muslims, they are equally horrified by what Asad is doing in the name of God.

In Song Heping's opinion, Isad does have an extraordinary charisma. Although he doesn't know how this guy managed to win over a large number of people to serve him, just looking at this charisma, it would be difficult for him not to be the boss in a place like Africa.

But in my opinion, this guy has some perverted and charlatan temperament.

Sure enough, after a burst of excitement, Isad picked up a bowl of wine, took a sip, and sprayed it on his knife. Then, like a demon, he shouted, "Begin the trial!"

A soldier drew his dagger, walked up behind a captive, kicked him to the ground, then stepped on his back and stabbed him in the throat... Blood spurted out, shooting over a meter away and spilling all over the ground...

Mohammed and Aziz quickly turned their heads away and dared not look again.

Song Heping remained calm and watched quietly.

The purpose of this ceremony is to establish authority.

Establish the reputation of the Salafi armed forces and Assad personally.

Even if it is a bloody and perverted reputation, it is still a reputation.

Isad needs this.

When Song Heping was doing a background check on Isad before coming to Africa, he already knew exactly what kind of person the buyer he was going to trade with was.

The Salafi armed forces rose to prominence here by fighting for their reputation, so every time they cleaned up the battlefield after a victory, all the surviving enemy soldiers would be gathered together, made to kneel on the ground in a line, and then beheaded one by one.

Because this will create a reputation for the Salafi armed forces to be terrifying, and no one will want to fight the devil.

There is no doubt that most people in Africa are still relatively ignorant. People who have not received much education have a certain fear of gods, ghosts and natural cruelty.

Watching his comrades in front of him being beheaded one by one, he could easily understand the pressure and fear that the people kneeling at the back of the team were feeling...

Not only does it kill people, it also destroys their hearts before killing them.

Beheading is not a one-shot cut, but rather severing the artery. When the blood has almost drained out, the head is cut in a circle around the wound until the entire head is separated from the body.

When the process was going on, you could even hear the sounds of cutting meat and breaking tendons and bones. It was no different from chopping pork and beef in the vegetable market. For people who didn't have strong psychological endurance, watching it was torture. They would break out in cold sweats and feel weak in their hearts. They couldn't help but want to escape.

This is fear.

Soon, a pile of headless corpses fell to the ground, and the smell of blood in the air became stronger and stronger.

The Salafi armed soldiers around seemed to be getting more and more excited, howling like a group of gorillas.

"vomit--"

Mohammed was the first to start retching.

Then there was Aziz.

Isad seemed to notice this and he laughed contemptuously, as if he found it very funny.

Jiang Feng whispered to Song Heping, "What does this guy want us to do by looking at this?!"

Song Heping said coldly: "Warning."

Jiang Feng understood instantly.

This is a warning.

Anyone who dares to go against Isad or is disloyal to him will suffer this fate.

Now Song Heping is no longer worried about himself and Jiang Feng.

After all, he is a trained person.

But he worried about Mohammed and Aziz.

These two people have always been doing technical work and have never seen such a cruel scene.

Those SA-9 missiles have been tampered with, and they might get into trouble if they get scared.

"Colonel, two of my men are engineers. They don't understand how to appreciate this kind of ceremony. Can you let them go first?"

Isad sneered and said, "Boss Song, I'm sharing the fruits of victory. Aren't you my friend?"

Share the results?

Go to Nima!

Even Song Heping, who was so calm, was getting angry at this moment.

He really wanted to kill the pervert in front of him.

Last night I wanted to share a woman with myself, and today I want to share the "results" with myself. Since I like sharing so much, I might as well share my life with myself and see!
Although he thought so in his heart, Song Heping pretended to be calm on the surface and said: "Colonel, I can stay, but if my engineers are stimulated and something goes wrong, I won't be able to teach your people today."

"Are you threatening me?!"

As soon as Song Heping finished speaking, Isad's knife was already across and placed on Song Heping's neck.

"You're so scared to watch these, is there something wrong with you?!"

Isad's face was gloomy, and he stared at Song Heping with sinister eyes, as if he was going to cut Song Heping's neck in the next second.

Jiang Feng, who was standing by, couldn't hold back any longer and wanted to stand up and take action.

The scene suddenly became silent.

The changes here attracted all the surrounding Salafi armed soldiers, and they all turned their attention here.

　Asking for a monthly ticket!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)