Chapter 284: A Wild Feast

That night, the entire Avali barracks fell asleep as the clock struck midnight. Under the inspection of the night patrol officer, snores of varying volume could be heard coming from the soldiers' rooms. However, after the night patrol officer finished his routine inspection, the soldier in one room suddenly sat up.

This was undoubtedly the room where Qian Jun and his 13-man squad were staying. After meeting with Brigadier General Harper during the day and reporting important information about the guided bullets to him, put the squad up in the camp and said that they would be taken to the Lya base tomorrow to report the news directly to the commander-in-chief of the US Army, Four-Star Admiral Normandy.

If if Qian Jun was a real American soldier, then this would undoubtedly be a great honour, but now he was just an infiltrator in the 'enemy army', which was pretty damn embarrassing.

Of course, Qian Jun had also thought about if he went directly to see Normandy and then carried out an execution, would it work?

According to the current situation, there is a high chance of success, but the problem is that this is definitely an action that is bound to be one for one. In a country like the United States, even if you kill a field marshal, he will just be replaced. The war will not be changed. At most, he will become famous all over the world, and the fact that Huaxia is participating in the war will also be exposed, which will outweigh the losses.

It was that thought, Qian Jun finally decided to go ahead with the plan as planned that night.

Qian Jun and his Desert Squad members got up almost at the same time. When they got up, everyone else was still asleep, especially the translator, who was still talking in his sleep about begging for mercy from the US army.

This clearly demonstrate the difference in quality between the two sides. Qian Jun woke them up. When they heard that they really had to take action, they inevitably became nervous again. Fortunately, the officer named Yaxin whispered, 'What are you all afraid of? We have already experienced countless air raids and are long overdue for death. We are just carrying out a great mission. The Chinese people they are helping are not afraid, so what are we afraid of?'

After listening After hearing Aqeen's words, the other Iraqi soldiers calmed down. Then, under Qian Jun's leadership, they walked out of the barracks and carefully made their way from the direction of the toilets towards the prisoner of war camp.

This was the route that Qian Jun had planned long ago. After reporting his intelligence to Brigadier General Harbi during the day, he wandered around the entire camp, memorised the building layout and planned the best route.

After about half an hour later, they had made it through the camp very smoothly to the prisoner of war camp. When they finally crossed the cut wire fence, they couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief . But then a night wind blew, sending shivers down their spines, and they realised they had been sweating profusely.

'Keep going, success or failure depends on this!' Qian Jun shouted in a low voice, then charged towards the prisoner of war camp, followed by the others.

A few minutes later, when they arrived at the cell of the prisoner of war camp and were about to open the door, they suddenly heard someone inside say, 'Sir, please give some more quilts, please. The nights in the desert are really cold, and it's already below freezing according to the current month. We can't sleep at night because we're so cold. Please, for the love of God.'

At first At first, the soldiers were shocked, but then they realised that the Iraqi prisoners had mistaken them for American soldiers.

Thinking this, the soldiers boldly used a master key to open the cell door.

As the door was opened, several Iraqi prisoners of war immediately knelt before Qian Jun, kowtowed and shouted, 'Sir, please give us an extra quilt, we are really cold and can't sleep! Sir, we really have no intention of not abiding by the discipline, please forgive us!'

Hearing these Iraqi prisoners of war's almost schizophrenic words, which made Qian Jun and the others feel a little surprised, while Yahi'en suddenly said, 'Captain Farni, is that you? It's Yahi'en!'

Hearing Yahien's words, the Iraqi prisoners of war who were kneeling on the ground stopped talking. They looked up at Yahien in disbelief, feeling very incredulous, because it was it was not strange to see familiar comrades-in-arms here, after all, they were all prisoners of war, but it was very strange to see a comrade-in-arms wearing a US military uniform and not being held captive.

Subsequently Qian Jun closed the door and listened to Ahi'en and Farney's conversation. Qian Jun learned about the situation here: there was no talk of humanitarianism at all.

'To to those Americans, our captured Iraqi soldiers are not human at all. They can whip and abuse them at will, and they will even put a rope around our necks and make crawl on the ground like dogs. Some even ordered us to perform the shameful act between homosexuals that would be cursed by Allah in order to please their evil habits.'

This is what the prisoner of war Farni said to Yachen himself. He also said that the US military did not even feed or clothe them well, just to keep them alive here, and as for whether they were treated as human beings, it didn't matter.

It was also why Farnie would beg for an extra blanket when he heard someone coming outside. You should know that desert nights are extremely cold, especially in this month, when the nighttime low can even drop to below zero. In such conditions, these Iraqi prisoners of war were only wearing thin clothing and a blanket, so of course they couldn't sleep because of the cold.

'Since those Americans don't treat you like human beings, do you want to kill them and escape from here, back to a place where you can be treated like human beings?' Speaking of finally, Qian Jun revealed his true intentions.

Farnham shuddered, looking at Qian Jun in horror: 'You're here to lead a prisoner revolt?'

Qian Jun smiled, showing six big white teeth, 'I don't think the word "rebellion" is quite right, because since the Americans are treating you like this, you are only rebelling for your own dignity, which is perfectly normal.'

'I fully agree with the words of this Chinese soldier. Think about it: you are in this damn prisoner of war camp, forced every day by those damn Americans to do those things. Are you not afraid that you will incur the wrath of Allah and that you will not go to heaven after you die? Or should you fight for your dignity and for Allah against those Americans?' Ahi echoed Qian Jun's exhortation.

'So, have you decided whether you want to live without dignity like a dog, or fight like a hero like the Prophet?' Qian Jun finally asked.

'I of course I want to be a hero like the prophet and fight!' Farniente blurted out, but then he hesitated, 'But how can we fight the Americans? Or perhaps I still have the courage to fight, but no one else does.'

'Fighting will, sometimes you can't get it without pushing yourself,' Qian Jun said. 'So, Farnie, have you heard of barracks bombing?'

The so-called Yingxiao is, quite simply, a military camp explosion. It occurs when the morale of soldiers in a military camp is extremely suppressed. One day, a soldier suddenly screams and goes mad, which affects the other soldiers and all the soldiers in this madness will be in an abnormal state, beating and killing each other aimlessly. This situation is called 'camp howling'.

No matter regardless of whether it is ancient or modern, Chinese or foreign, mutiny is the thing that all armies fear most, because once it happens, it can easily cause the collapse of the entire army.

Qian Jun The purpose of this time is to create a panic in Al-Wali. On the one hand, it is to create chaos, and more importantly, of course, to awaken the fighting spirit of the Iraqi soldiers.

As as Farnie said before, the reason why they surrendered in an organised manner was because most of them had lost the will to resist. In this situation, it was simply unrealistic. He also didn't have the time. Therefore, in order to most easily drive them to fight, he could only instigate a camp noise, so that they would fight in an abnormal state.

Generally camp whispers were very common in ancient armies, but in modern times, the introduction of various scientific management methods and military psychological counselling has minimised the possibility of camp whispers.

However This is the general situation, and it applies to the US military. But the situation of the Iraqi prisoners of war was completely different.

First, they were short of food and clothing in the prisoner of war camp, and they could not even cover themselves with quilts at night. This made their mental state very poor. Then, coupled with the fact that they were were often subjected to abuse, beatings and mistreatment by American soldiers in the prisoner of war camp, which made them feel even more furious and suppressed. This kind of suppression usually made them afraid to do anything about the guns facing the American soldiers, but it was the basis for the camp's rumours.

'Then I'll go open the door first, and then you can all go crazy in an hour.'

After saying this, Qian Jun took the keys and went to open the cell doors one by one. After all, if they wanted to start a camp outcry, they couldn't keep the prisoners in.

An hour passed quickly, and Farnie and the others grew increasingly nervous in their room. After all, they had to instigate the camp's riot, which was a collective madness of 50,000 people that was beyond human control. If they weren't careful, they could easily die inside themselves.

'Farnie Farni, don't be so nervous. Come have some wine to strengthen your nerves,' Aihien offered Farni a bottle of wine.

Farni took it, gulped down a few strong sips, and finally slammed the bottle on the ground, screaming and running out of the room.

Farni was the beginning, but as he screamed, screams came from the other cells one after the other, and unlike Farney's scream, they were not just shrill screams, as if they were trying to say something, or as if they were a beastly roar squeezed from the chest. In short, they were not at all like the screams of a human being, but were hysterical.

Qian Jun was still opening the door. He, too, was shocked to hear the screams. Although he had never experienced a camphor scream before, he now knew that he had succeeded.

Subsequently Qian Jun immediately dropped the keys and ran to the rendezvous point they had agreed on. Because the camp scream was an uncontrollable madness, in order to best control the scream, Qian Jun had to be with his comrades.

And all all the Iraqi prisoners of war, who had not slept deeply due to the cold, were immediately awakened by the screams, and clung to each other in fear, not knowing what was happening.

But then, countless prison doors were pushed open and thousands of prisoners of war rushed out. Their eyes were red, and they let out screams from the depths of . They charged into the other cells, dragging more prisoners into the madness.

'It's It's those Americans who are torturing us. For the sake of Allah, we must kill those Americans!'

Someone shouted these words from nowhere, and all the prisoners of war seemed to have found an outlet for their emotions. They rushed madly towards the barbed wire fence and pushed it down. They didn't care how many cuts they got on their hands from the barbed wire, or how bloody they were, they just charged forward howling like zombies released from a cage.

As the barbed wire fences were pushed down one after the other, the frenzy quickly spread, and everyone seemed to be scrambling around like a fly. If you were slow, you might fall to the ground and be trampled into a pulp.

So driven by death and madness, more people joined the stampede. These densely packed crowds ran everywhere, and people of all ages and both sexes, whether sane or not, trampling and killing each other. Some people tried to escape from this madness, but it only made the crowd more hysterical.

Qian Jun and the others did not join in this wild feast, but just watched from below, waiting for the next opportunity.