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, meaning 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, smelled 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 moment, Gabri came over with his men, carrying two still-living Alta militants and threw them directly onto the road.
The two Alta members 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 some intelligence from them, especially wanting to know if there were any Alta operatives in the remaining tens of kilometers 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 members lying on the ground.
Bang—
Bang—
After the gunshots, a nearby American 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 medical 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 me."
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 came 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 someone over there."
Just as they had driven less than ten kilometers, vehicle lights appeared in front of the convoy, Jiang Feng immediately 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 aimed 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 immediately 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 confirmed they were correct, he returned the documents and then said, "Move quickly, it's not safe here."
Remembering the US Army medical team that had been attacked at the T-junction earlier, Song Heping asked curiously, "Mate, what exactly happened here? Why is it so chaotic?"