There was an uproar.
It was clear that the crowd was going crazy again.
They originally thought that they would just be dragged to that mining area to work as miners or engage in some hard work, and that this military base was just used to supervise their facilities. But what they didn't expect was that Jiang Chen actually wanted them to work as miners. mercenary? !
What a joke, it was just to avoid the war that they moved away from home. If they were kicked back to the battlefield, what was the point of their escape
Immediately, someone asked this question loudly and accused Jiang Chen righteously. No one has the right to force weapons into civilians who are unwilling to set foot on the battlefield.
Hearing this, the veterans from Ukraine laughed.
"What's the point of asking me? You will understand this later. I am too lazy to talk nonsense. Ask me if I have any rights? Of course not. But I also said that if you want to leave, just go straight out. You have half an hour to do so. Hesitate, if you still stay in the base after half an hour, then I will assume that you have accepted it."
After speaking, Jiang Chen turned around and walked off the podium regardless of how these people protested.
Of course there will be no applause, and he doesn't need applause.
Just like the Fish Bone Base at the beginning, when they find that they can't resist and find that they are actually doing well, they will naturally gradually accept it.
What's more, Ivan and the others will naturally train them into warriors who are absolutely loyal to the organization and to him personally.
Walking next to Ivan, Jiang Chen patted his shoulder.
"give it to you."
"Yes! OSS!" Still maintaining the military posture of standing at attention and raising his head, this East Slavic-faced veteran shouted loudly.
Nodding with satisfaction, Jiang Chen said hello to Ayesha, who was standing silently in the shadow, and then walked with her to the headquarters of the base.
While walking on the road, Jiang Chen looked at Ayesha walking beside him and suddenly said.
"Speaking of which, Ayesha, your hometown is in Syria, right?"
"Um."
After hesitating for a moment, Jiang Chen continued, "Uh. Will what I do make you feel uncomfortable? After all, I am from your hometown—"
"No, I will always stand by your side." Ayesha shook her head. The cold face suddenly showed a smile, "Besides, you are a very gentle person."
Jiang Chen almost choked on his own saliva.
Are you kidding me? What the hell is gentleness
"Ahem, although the first sentence moved my heart very much, I disagree with the last sentence." Except for the very beginning. He never hesitated when it was time to kill.
However, at this moment, a small hand entered his.
It seemed that since that night by the river, she had fallen in love with the feeling of being held by the hand, and she always slipped her hand in accidentally.
"Remember that time in that truck?" Ayesha whispered.
Although he didn't know why she mentioned the past, Jiang Chen still smiled and squeezed her little hand.
"Of course I remember, how could I forget."
It's quite interesting to say that at that time, he didn't realize that Ayesha was a girl at all.
"Even when you faced me as a stranger, when you saw my hungry eyes, you still extended your hand."
Jiang Chen smiled, "Are you referring to biscuits? That thing is very cheap."
Aisha shook her head. He squeezed Jiang Chen's hand tightly and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.
"But you still chose to share instead of watching indifferently, didn't you?" On the way to escape alone, she was almost numb to the indifferent eyes.
Startled, he lowered his head slightly and fell into deep thought.
share? Have it
Is this how others see me
Aisha stole a glance at Jiang Chen and smiled softly.
"There once was a king who was generous, kind, and heroic."
"His territory stretches from Thrace in the west to the Indus plain in the east, to the Amu Darya river in the north, and to the Persian Gulf in the south."
"He once came to Damascus as a conqueror, but gained the respect of the invaded."
"The Egyptians named him in the desert. They built a city to commemorate his achievements."
Like an epic poem, she recited it to herself.
Hearing this, Jiang Chen suddenly laughed.
"However, this empire was short-lived after all." Are you talking about Alexander
It's just that this empire is the same age as its king, if he is given enough time.
But at these words, Ayesha just smiled slightly. Unspoken.
Obviously he just needs to use bullets to suppress him, use his relatives to coerce him, use strong methods to force them to surrender, let them live in a shack and live by watching his face.
But he didn't do that. The living conditions here were much better than those in the refugee camps. He even gave them a salary and gave them hope.
Feeling the warmth from her hands, Ayesha closed her eyes gently and raised the corners of her mouth.
... ...
Are you kidding me? Hiking through the desert
The refugees talked a lot and protested emotionally.
However, the protest was obviously ineffective. Ivan and other instructors ignored the indignant faces and stood there like sculptures. The protests gradually escalated, but remained below the cordon of violent clashes.
Force is always the best deterrent.
These instructors all carried a jet-black automatic rifle on their waist, and the black muzzle warned anyone who dared to try to use violence.
Half an hour passed quickly.
Ivan grinned and called for nine comrades to gather around him.
... ...
In the command post, Jiang Chen and Roberts stood side by side by the window, smiling at the situation on the playground.
"**, I can't tell, you actually have a talent for speaking." Roberts held a cigarette butt in his mouth, resting his arm on the window sill and smiled.
"I have a lot of talents." Jiang Chen, also leaning on the window sill, grinned and said with a smile.
Rather than saying it is a talent, it is better to say that it is practiced step by step. Three months ago, if he had been asked to speak in front of more than a hundred people, he would have been unable to utter a single word even if he held it for a long time. Now, there is no need to get manuscripts.
"Do you know what I was thinking about when I was standing here watching your speech just now?"
"What?" Jiang Chen asked casually, his eyes still on the playground.
There was already action on the playground. Someone tried to snatch the gun from Ivan, but was knocked down by the veteran with the butt of his gun easily.
"Hitler." Roberts comically imitated the movements of the Führer and said with a smile, "But you haven't learned his instigation. You should draw them a big loaf of bread. Tell them that you can eat it, as long as you pay for it." My allegiance or something.”
"No need at all," Jiang Chen sneered. Standing up from the window, "I paid them enough."
After saying that, he left the command room.
Looking at Jiang Chen's leaving figure, Roberts shrugged and continued to focus on the playground.
over there. The riot is over.
Perhaps because he gained experience in suppressing riots in Ukraine, Ivan led nine comrades to successfully control the situation.
Although there was an angry look on their faces, the refugees on the playground were divided into ten rows and were led by an instructor to organize them. Their spouses and children were sent back from the playground to their assigned houses.
The training started immediately, and the first task was to run two laps around the 20-hectare base.
When to finish running and when to eat.
Not cooperative? Then take your wife and children with you and go hungry.
If you were just hungry, someone might try to resist. But when I heard that it was not just them who were hungry, but also their families...
Everyone chose to compromise.
Under the scorching sun, figures were running around the base. wisps of yellow sand rose behind him.
When they dragged their exhausted bodies and finally finished two laps and fell down at the gate of the base, those ruthless Ukrainian instructors not only showed no mercy, but announced like devils that such long-distance running in the future would be Become the norm.
Although they complained, they were too tired to complain.
But fortunately it's already dusk, and today's training ends here.
When they dragged their tired bodies and brought their families to the canteen, they received the steaming meals. Suddenly it seemed like it wasn't that bad here.
Roasted golden turkey, stewed fragrant mutton soup, brightly colored vegetable salad...
As far as food is concerned, it is infinitely better here than in the refugee camp.
Maybe it's because the fatigue after exercise triggers appetite. This dinner they had was particularly delicious.
Many people went back and forth to replenish several portions, and Jiang Chen did not skimp on the supply.
Hassan sat down next to his wife Rima with a bowl of mutton soup, grabbed the white bread, dipped it in the mutton soup, and took a big bite.
Looking at the tired husband. Rima stretched out her hand to wipe the dust from his forehead with some worry.
"How did they treat you?"
"It seems like nothing except running, but who knows in the future? Hell, those instructors are simply not human." After cursing, Hasa devoured the food on his plate. Because of the large amount of physical exertion, he now has a very strong appetite and wishes he could eat a camel.
I don’t know if it’s intentional or not, but everyone here is a Christian who has accepted secularization. So sitting in the restaurant with no shadow of veil or headscarf, Hassan pouted chicken and bread and thought about the future.
He is 20 years old and his wife is 19. He originally planned to have a child last year, but the situation suddenly escalated. As if overnight, the shadow of IS shrouded half of Syria. Because he was a "pagan", he naturally did not dare to stay in his hometown anymore, so he took his wife away to a refugee camp on the border.
I don’t know if it was luck or misfortune that he was brought here.
Become a mercenary? He had never considered the industry.
But now it seems that there are not many choices before him.
"Will you... go to the battlefield?" Rima asked hesitantly.
"If you become a mercenary, you should be able to." Hassan grinned, hummed, stuffed the bread into his mouth, and glanced at the instructor who was also sitting in the cafeteria eating.
He was very confused about what would happen in the future.
However, the three-year contract gave him some hope.
"In three years, let's have another child. I will work hard to give you and the child a stable environment," Hassan said.
Rima looked at him, a touch of moved mist appeared in her eyes, and she lowered her head shyly.
"Um."
No matter what, my family came with me, even if it was just for them, I had to work hard.
Let’s talk about the future later, just take it one step at a time.
Hassan's thoughts are also the thoughts of other recruits in the base.
At least this meal is hard to complain about. (.)