Chapter 155 Once There Was a King

There was an uproar.

Clearly, the crowd is frying again.

They originally thought they were just being dragged to that mining area to be miners, or engaged in some arduous production, and this military base was just used to supervise their facilities, but what they didn't expect was that Jiang Chen's intention was to let them be mercenary? !

What a joke, it was just to avoid the war that they traveled far away. If they were kicked back to the battlefield, what was the point of their escape?

Immediately, someone asked this question loudly, and righteously accused Jiang Chen that no one had the right to forcibly shove weapons onto civilians who were unwilling to set foot on the battlefield.

Hearing this, the veterans from Ukraine laughed.

"What's the point of asking me? You'll understand after this, 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 go out and go straight. You have half an hour to do it. Hesitating, if you still stay in the base after half an hour, then I will acquiesce you to accept it."

After speaking, Jiang Chen turned around and walked off the podium regardless of how these people protested.

Naturally there will be no applause, and he doesn't need applause either.

Just like the Fishbone Base at the beginning, when they found that they couldn't resist, and found that they were actually doing well, they would naturally accept it gradually.

What's more, Ivan and the others will naturally train them to be warriors who are absolutely loyal to the organization and to him personally.

Walking to Ivan's side, Jiang Chen patted him on the shoulder.

"give it to you."

"Yes! BOSS!" Still maintaining the military posture of standing upright, the veteran of the East Slavic face shouted loudly.

Nodding with satisfaction, Jiang Chen greeted Aisha, who was standing silently in the shadows, and then walked to the headquarters of the base with her.

Walking on the road, Jiang Chen looked at Aisha who was walking beside him, and suddenly said.

"Speaking of which, Aisha, your hometown is in Syria, right?"

"Um."

After hesitating for a moment, Jiang Chen continued, "Uh. Will my approach make you feel uncomfortable?

It's your hometown after all—"

"No, I'll always be on your side." Aisha shook her head. That cold face suddenly showed a smile, "Also, you are a very gentle person."

Jiang Chen almost choked on his own saliva.

What are you kidding? What the hell is gentleness?

"Cough cough, although the first sentence really moved my heart, I don't agree with the latter sentence." Except for the beginning. He never hesitated when it was time to kill.

However, at this moment, a small hand entered his hand.

It seems that since that night by the river, she has fallen in love with the feeling of being held hands, always shoving her hands in when she is not aware of it.

"Remember when you were in that truck?" Aisha whispered.

Although it was unclear why she brought up the past, Jiang Chen smiled and squeezed her little hand.

"Of course I remember, how could I forget."

It's funny to say, at that time he didn't even see that Aisha was a girl.

"Even facing me as a stranger, when you saw my hungry eyes, you still stretched out your hand."

Jiang Chen smiled, "Are you referring to biscuits? That thing is cheap."

Aisha shook her head. He squeezed Jiang Chen's hand tightly, and the corner of his mouth raised a slight arc.

"But you still chose to share instead of watching from the sidelines, 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?

Do others see me this way?

Aisha took a peek at Jiang Chen and smiled softly.

"There was a king who was generous, kind, and heroic."

"His territory extends from Thrace in the west. In the east to the Indus Plain, to the north by the Amu Darya, and to the south to the Persian Gulf."

"He came to Damascus as a conqueror, but he was respected by the invaders."

"The Egyptians made his name in a desert. Build a city and inscribe his deeds."

She recited it like an epic poem to herself.

Hearing this, Jiang Chen suddenly burst out laughing.

"But this empire was only a flash in the pan after all." Did you mean Alexander?

Just because the empire is the same age as his king, if given enough time.

But this sentence, Aisha just smiled slightly. Nothing was said.

Obviously only need to suppress with bullets, use relatives to coerce, force them to surrender with tough means, let them live in shacks, and live by watching his face.

But he didn't do that. The living conditions here are much better than the refugee camps. He even offered them a salary and gave them hope.

Feeling the warmth from her hands, Aisha gently closed her eyes and raised the corners of her mouth.

......

What are you kidding? Hiking through the desert?

The refugees talked a lot and protested emotionally.

However, the protest was obviously ineffective, and the instructors such as Ivan ignored the indignant faces and stood there like statues. The protests escalated gradually, but remained under the cordon of violent clashes.

Force is always the best deterrent.

These instructors carry a jet-black automatic rifle around their waists, the dark muzzle of which warns anyone who dares to use violence.

Half an hour passed quickly.

The corner of Ivan's mouth twitched, and he greeted the nine comrades who surrounded him.

......

In the command post, Jiang Chen and Roberts stood side by side by the window, watching the situation on the playground with a smile.

"**, I can't see it, you actually have a talent for speeches." Roberts smiled with his arms on the windowsill, holding a cigarette butt.

"I have a lot of talent." Also lying on the windowsill, Jiang Chen grinned and said with a smile.

It is not so much a talent, it is better to say that it is practiced step by step. If it was three months ago, let him speak in front of more than 100 people, I'm afraid he won't be able to say a word for a long time. Now, there is no need to take manuscripts.

"You know what I thought when I stood 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 in Ivan's hand, but was easily brought down by the old soldier.

"Hitler." Roberts hilariously learned the Führer's moves, holding back a laugh, "but you didn't learn his demagoguery, you should draw them a loaf of bread. Tell them you can eat it, as long as you My allegiance or something."

"No need at all," Jiang Chen sneered. Getting up from the window, "I paid them enough."

After speaking, he left the command room.

Looking at Jiang Chen's back, Roberts shrugged and continued to focus on the playground.

there. The riots are over.

Perhaps it was the experience of suppressing riots when he was in Ukraine, and Ivan led his nine comrades in successfully controlling the situation.

Although there was an angry look on their faces, the refugees on the playground were honestly divided into ten columns, each led by an instructor to rectify. Their spouses and children were repatriated from the playground to their assigned houses.

Training began immediately, and the first task was to run two laps around the 20-hectare base.

When to run and when to eat.

Not cooperating? Then go hungry with your wife and children.

If it's just that you're starving yourself, maybe someone will try to resist. But hearing that it wasn't just them who were starving, but their families...

All chose to compromise.

Under the scorching sun, one after another figure ran around the base. Puffs of yellow sand rose behind him.

When they dragged their exhausted bodies, they finally ran two laps and collapsed at the gate of the base. Not only did those ruthless Ukrainian instructors show no mercy, they declared like the devil that such long-distance runs would be become the norm.

Although there are complaints, they are too tired to complain.

Fortunately, it was dusk, and today's training ended here.

When they dragged their tired bodies, they brought their families to the cafeteria and received the steaming meals. Suddenly it doesn't seem so bad here.

Roasted golden turkey, stewed mutton soup, brightly colored vegetable salad...

As far as food is concerned, this place is many times better than the refugee camp.

Maybe it's because the exhaustion after exercise stimulates the appetite. This dinner, they ate extraordinarily sweet.

Many people have added several copies back and forth, and Jiang Chen is not stingy with the amount of supply.

Carrying a bowl of mutton soup, Hassan sat down beside his wife Rima, grabbed white bread and dipped it in the mutton soup, and took a hard bite.

Look at the tired husband. Rima worriedly reached out and wiped the dust from his forehead.

"How did they treat you?"

"There seems to be nothing but running, but who knows in the future? Hell, those instructors are hardly human." After cursing, Hasa devoured the food on the plate. Because of a lot of physical energy consumption, he is very hungry now, and can't wait to eat a camel.

Whether it's intentional or not, all the people here are Christians who have accepted secularization. So sitting in the dining room without the shadow of the veil and headscarf, Hassan pouted chicken and bread, thinking 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 belongs to a "pagan", he naturally did not dare to stay in his hometown, so he took his wife away to a refugee camp at the border.

I don't know if it was lucky or unfortunate, he was brought here.

Become a mercenary? He never thought about the industry.

But now it seems that there are not many choices in front of him.

"Will you... go to the battlefield?" Lima said hesitantly.

"If you become a mercenary, you should." Hassan grinned, snorted, stuffed the bread into his mouth, and glanced at the instructor who was also sitting in the cafeteria.

He was very confused about what would happen in the future.

However, the three-year contract gave him a little hope.

"After three years, let's have another child. I will work hard to give you and your child a stable environment." Hassan said.

Lima looked at him with a touch of moving mist in her eyes, and lowered her head shyly.

"Um."

No matter what, the family came with them, even if it was for them, they had to work hard.

Let's talk about it later, take it one step at a time.

Hassan's thoughts were also the thoughts of the other recruits in the base.

At least this meal, people can't complain. (To be continued.)