There was an uproar.
Obviously, the crowd was in chaos again.
They originally thought they would just be dragged to the mining area to work as miners or do some hard work, and the military base was just a facility to supervise them. But they didn't expect that Jiang Chen actually wanted them to be mercenaries?!
Are you kidding me? It was to avoid the war that they had to leave their homeland. If they were kicked back to the battlefield, then what was the point of their escape?
Someone immediately raised this question and righteously criticized Jiang Chen. No one had the right to force weapons to civilians who didn't want to step on the battlefield.
Hearing this, the veterans from Kane all laughed.
"What's the point of asking me? You'll understand this in the future. I'm too lazy to talk nonsense. Ask me if I have the right? Of course not. But I also said that if you want to leave, just walk straight out of the door. You have half an hour to hesitate. If you still stay in the base after half an hour, then I'll tacitly accept you. "
After that, Jiang Chen didn't care how these people protested and directly turned around to leave the podium.
Naturally, there would be no applause, and he didn't need applause.
Just like at the beginning of the Fishbone base, when they found that they couldn't resist and found that they were actually living a good life, they would naturally gradually accept it.
What's more, Ivan would naturally train them to be absolutely loyal to the organization, loyal to himself.
Jiang Chen walked next to Ivan and patted him on the shoulder.
"I'll leave it to you."
"Yes! Boss! "Still maintaining his military posture, the East Slavic face shouted.
Jiang Chen nodded with satisfaction. He greeted Ayesha, who was silently standing in the shadow, and then walked with her to the base's command center.
On the way, Jiang Chen looked at Ayesha, who was walking beside him, and suddenly said.
"Speaking of which, Ayesha, your hometown is in Syria, right?"
"Mhmm."
After a slight hesitation, Jiang Chen continued, "Umm, does my approach make you feel uncomfortable? After all, it's your hometown —"
"No, I'll always be on your side." Ayesha shook her head, and a smile suddenly appeared on her cold face. "And, you're a very gentle person."
Jiang Chen almost choked on his own saliva.
Are you kidding me? What the hell is gentle?
"Ahem, although the first part of your sentence is very tempting, I beg to differ with the second part." Other than the beginning, he had never hesitated when it was time to kill.
However, at this moment, a small hand entered his.
It seemed that ever since that night by the river, she had fallen in love with the feeling of being held by someone. She would always slip her hand in when she wasn't looking.
"Do you remember when we were on that truck?" Ayesha whispered.
Although he didn't know why she brought up the past, he still squeezed her hand.
"Of course I remember. How could I forget?"
Interestingly enough, he didn't realize Ayesha was a girl at the time.
"Even though I am a stranger, when you saw my hungry gaze, you still reached out your hand."
Jiang Chen smiled. "Are you referring to the cookies? That thing is cheap. "
Ayesha shook her head, squeezed Jiang Chen's hand, and a curvature appeared on her face.
"But you still chose to share instead of watching coldly from the sidelines, didn't you?" On the way to escape alone, she was almost numb to the cold eyes.
He paused for a moment, lowered his head, and fell into deep thought.
Share? Did I?
Is that how other people see me?
Ayesha peeked at Jiang Chen and smiled softly.
"There was once a king. He was generous, kind, and brave."
"His territory extended from Thrace to the west, the Indus River to the east, the Amu Darya to the north, and the Persian Gulf to the south."
"He once conquered Damascus with the attitude of a conqueror, but he gained the respect of the invaded."
"The Egyptians built a city in his name on this desert and engraved his achievements."
Like an epic poem, she recited it as if she was talking to herself.
Hearing this, Jiang Chen suddenly burst out laughing.
"But this empire was just a flash in the pan." Was she talking about Alexander?
It was only because this empire was the same age as his king. If he had enough time, he would be able to conquer it.
But Ayesha only smiled and didn't say it out loud.
He only needed to suppress them with bullets, threaten them with family, force them to surrender, and let them live in shacks and watch his face.
But he didn't do that. The living conditions here were much better than in the refugee camp. He even offered them a salary and gave them hope.
Feeling the warmth from her hand, Ayesha gently closed her eyes with a curvature on her lips.
…
[Are you kidding me?] [Crossing the desert on foot?]
The refugees discussed among themselves as they expressed their protest.
But the protest was obviously ineffective. Ivan and the other instructors ignored the indignant faces and stood there like statues. The protest gradually escalated, but it was still controlled under the warning line of violent conflict.
Force would always be the best deterrent.
The instructors all had a pitch-black automatic rifle on their waist. The black muzzle warned anyone who dared to use violence.
Half an hour quickly passed.
The corners of Ivan's mouth curled up as he called out to his nine comrades to surround him.
…
Inside the command center, Jiang Chen and Robert stood side by side by the window as they watched the situation on the field with a grin.
"Sh * t, I didn't know you had a talent for speaking." Robert had a cigarette in his mouth as he rested his arm on the windowsill.
"I have a lot of talent." Also leaning on the windowsill, Jiang Chen grinned.
Rather than saying it was talent, it was more like he trained step by step. If it was three months ago, if he had to stand in front of a hundred people to speak, he wouldn't be able to say a word for a long time. But now, he didn't need a script anymore.
"Do you know what I thought of when I was standing here watching your speech?"
"What?" Jiang Chen asked nonchalantly, his eyes still on the field.
There was already movement on the field. Someone tried to take the gun from Ivan's hand, but the veteran easily knocked him down.
"Hitler." Robert comically mimicked the Fuehrer's action as he held back his laughter. "But you didn't learn his ability to incite people. You should draw them a big piece of bread and tell them that they can eat it as long as they pledge loyalty to me."
"There's no need for that." Jiang Chen sneered as he stood up from the window. "I gave them enough money."
Then, he left the command center.
Looking at Jiang Chen's back, Robert shrugged and continued to look at the field.
Over there, the riot had already ended.
Perhaps because of his experience in suppressing riots in Kane, Ivan led his nine comrades to successfully control the situation.
Although their faces were filled with anger, the refugees on the field were still divided into ten rows, each led by an instructor to organize them. Their spouses and children were sent back to their assigned houses from the playground.
Training immediately began. The first mission was to run two laps around the 20 hectare base.
When they finished, they would eat.
Not cooperating? Then take your wife and children and starve together.
If they were the only ones starving, perhaps some people would try to resist. But when they heard that they were not the only ones starving, but also their families …
Everyone chose to compromise.
Under the scorching sun, a group of figures ran around the base, leaving a trail of yellow sand behind them.
When they dragged their exhausted bodies and finally finished two laps, they collapsed at the gate of the base. The ruthless Kane instructors didn't have the slightest mercy. Like the devil, they announced that this kind of long-distance running would become the norm.
Although there were complaints, they were too tired to complain.
Fortunately, it was already dusk, and today's training ended.
When they dragged their exhausted bodies and brought their families to the cafeteria, they received the piping hot food and suddenly felt that this place was not so bad after all.
There was a roasted golden turkey, a fragrant lamb soup, and a brightly colored vegetable salad …
Take the food for example, this place was many times better than the refugee camp.
Perhaps it was because the exhaustion after the exercise had stimulated their appetites, but this dinner was exceptionally delicious.
A lot of people added a few servings back and forth, and Jiang Chen didn't hold back at all.
Hassan took a bowl of mutton soup and sat next to his wife, Lima. He grabbed a piece of bread, dipped it in the soup, and took a big bite.
Seeing how tired her husband was, Lima worriedly reached out her hand to wipe the dust off his forehead.
"How are they treating you?"
"Other than running, nothing much, but who knows in the future? Damn it, those instructors are not human at all. "Hasa cursed and gobbled down the food on his plate. Because of the large amount of physical exertion, he was now very hungry and wanted to eat a camel.
Whether it was intentional or not, everyone here was a Christian who had accepted secularization. So there was no veil or headscarf in the cafeteria. Hassan chewed on the chicken and bread and thought about the future.
He was 20 years old and his wife was 19. Originally, he planned to have a child last year, but the situation suddenly escalated. It was as if overnight, the shadow of IS shrouded half of Syria. Because he was a "heretic", he naturally didn't dare to continue to stay in his hometown, so he took his wife to a refugee camp on the border.
He didn't know if it was fortunate or unfortunate that he was brought here.
Become a mercenary? He never considered this industry.
But now it seemed that there weren't many choices in front of him.
"Will you … go to the battlefield?" Lima said hesitantly.
"If I become a mercenary, I should." Hassan grinned, snorted, and stuffed the bread into his mouth. His eyes glanced at the instructor who was also eating in the cafeteria.
He was very confused about what would happen in the future.
However, the three-year contract gave him some hope.
"After three years, let's have a child. I'll work hard to give you and the child a stable environment, "Hassan said.
Lima looked at him with tears in her eyes and shyly lowered her head.
"Mhmm."
Regardless, his family came with him, even if it was for them, he had to work hard.
Let's talk about the future in the future and take it one step at a time.
Hassan's thoughts were also the thoughts of the other recruits in the base.
At least they couldn't complain about this meal.
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