Michael Murphy, Matthew Axelson, Danny Dietz and Marcus Rutgers are implementing a village stabilization program in a mountain village in Afghanistan.
In order to put an end to the chaos and unrest in Afghanistan as soon as possible and cut off the control of the Taliban and the Ten Commandments over the Afghan countryside, the US military in Afghanistan launched this village stabilization plan for the Afghan rural areas in the summer of 2009.
The planned work path is mainly to start from a single village as the starting point, then expand the radiation effect from a single village to multiple villages around it, and then establish close ties with regional centers. In this way, the US military attempts to build and strengthen administrative ties between the Afghan government and grassroots villages.
This work is mainly carried out by the US military, and the working group is generally composed of 5-8 special forces members. The working group is embedded in the pilot villages to carry out work and assist the villages in building bunkers to improve their self-protection and self-defense capabilities to deal with the hostility and re-conquest of the Taliban insurgents.
The coalition forces will also work with the Afghan government forces to strengthen security patrols around the villages. After taking root, several nearby villages will change their tendencies under the influence. These areas will receive a series of village development-oriented projects from the regional government, and provide medical care, basic education, and agricultural and animal husbandry training.
In this way, the US military is gradually eroding the areas controlled by the Taliban and the Ten Commandments.
But in the eyes of the four, this plan was terrible. First, they could no longer play Xbox in the camp, and then the living conditions in the Afghan countryside were too bad. Marcus Luttrell had accidentally stepped into the village's manure pit twice during night patrols.
There was only one toilet in the village, and everyone defecated in this pit. The feces inside were almost two meters deep. If Marcus hadn't shouted for help, he would have drowned in the pit.
"Marcus, have you found the location of the manure pit?"
Recently, the three teammates always mention the manure pit when they speak.
"Wait, someone is coming!"
Michael Murphy, who had been on the hillside outside the village and monitoring the surrounding environment with a telescope, stopped the fight between his subordinates. The news of their entry into the village should have reached the Taliban. Therefore, several people have been very vigilant against Taliban attacks.
"What on earth is this?"
Murphy saw who was coming and took a breath.
The person who appeared on the dirt road was shrouded in an ominous black aura, and only a pair of red eyes could be vaguely seen. The black aura seemed to be wriggling like a living being, with an ominous blood-red hue at the edges.
After seeing who was coming, Murphy immediately ordered his team members to enter combat status.
"Danny, notify the patrol! Marcus, get all the villagers to come up and help in the battle!"
He immediately pulled the trigger after giving the order. He was using a MK11 MOD 0 sniper rifle, using .308 Winchester bullets, which could easily penetrate bulletproof vests without inserts and military helmets.
"boom!"
The gun shook and a bullet flew towards the mysterious man who suddenly appeared.
"Ding!"
Murphy vaguely saw the mysterious man waving something, and then a ball of sparks suddenly exploded in the air. The mysterious man continued to walk towards the village.
"impossible!"
Murphy had received professional sniper patrol training, and at this distance there was a possibility of missing the target, so he re-aimed and fired three shots in succession.
Three balls of sparks exploded, and then the mysterious man in the field of vision suddenly disappeared.
"laugh!"
There was a sound of a sharp blade piercing into flesh, and Murphy felt his strength rapidly draining away. He turned his head with difficulty and found that a mysterious man appeared beside him, piercing his heart with a strange-shaped sword.
"team leader!"
Matthew Axelson raised his HK416 and fired wildly at the black shadow.
"Ding ding ding..."
All the high-speed bullets were split apart, and the black shadow disappeared instantly and appeared behind Matthew Axelson. The sword blade passed horizontally and cut him and his gun into two pieces with one sword.
The hot entrails flowed over the gravel.
"This is village number xty3679. We have been attacked. Requesting support. I repeat, requesting support!"
Danny Dietz watched two of his teammates being dismembered, and held the intercom tremblingly. He knew he would never get support.
"Patrol team received. Please report the identity, number, and weapons of the attackers. Over."
The patrol team responded from the other end of the intercom.
"There is only one person, shrouded in a strange black aura, and his weapon is a cold weapon. Over."
Before Danny Dietz could finish his words, he was nailed to the ground by the sword, and the walkie-talkie in his hand rolled to the ground.
"Are you high? Calm down, man!"
With a "crack", the walkie-talkie on the ground was crushed.
Marcus Luttrell led the young men in the village out. Only then did he realize that his three teammates were all dead. The young men behind him showed horrified expressions.
"The devil... this is the devil..."
Someone simply threw the rusty AK-47 in his hand to the ground, knelt on the ground and raised his hands in surrender.
"Pass!"
Marcus directly fired the grenade hanging below.
"boom!"
The rifle grenade exploded violently, stirring up the dust on the ground.
Marcus pulled the trigger and a barrage of hot bullets shot into it.
"laugh!"
He suddenly heard a sound of a body being cut open. He turned around and saw that a Pashtun youth beside him had been cut open. The incision was as smooth as glass, and the muscle fibers, internal organs and bone cross-sections could be clearly seen, just like the models in the anatomy class.
Blood gushed out of his veins and sprayed all over Marcus' face.
The cold light of the starry sky flashed, and no matter whether it was the people kneeling on the ground begging for mercy or the people shooting crazily, they were all equally shattered into pieces. The hot blood quickly seeped into the yellow sand.
The fishy smell is sickening, it is the breath of death.
Marcus was not dead yet. He swallowed hard, his body was shaking, and he had difficulty even moving a finger.
The black shadow was staring at him, and Marcus vaguely saw his eyes through the black air. They should be a pair of human eyes, but fine bloodshot veins almost occupied the entire eyeballs. There was no humanity in his eyes, only devilishness.
“Tick-tock…tick-tock”
Drops of blood dripped from the blade of Xingxiu Jie.
"die!"
A flash of cold light appeared, and he felt himself flying up, his vision rolling, and finally falling to the ground. The last thing he saw was his headless body.
The black shadow shook, shaking off the blood on the sword blade, and walked towards the village.
All the old people and children in the village were there.