I love you, I won't kill you

In 1989, a 19-year-old young Kurd walked out of a Kurdish town named Amadiya in the Dohuk Province in the northern mountainous region of Iraq.He never denied that he was a devout Sunni Muslim.

And, he will proudly tell those Shiites in the south that his name is Salah Mohammad Kazim.He will be brave, resolute, and fanatical to follow in the footsteps of Saddam Hussein, the leader of the Baath Party, and carry forward the teachings of Sunni Muslims in the Arab world.

A year later, he became an army soldier in Saddam Hussein's Republican Guard.He and other Kurdish brothers in the infantry squad chanted the national motto "Allahu Akbar" in unison, and charged into Kuwait, a small oil country in the northwest of the Persian Gulf, with an AK47 assault rifle.

In his opinion, their leader Saddam Hussein was very right.This is not an invasion of another country, but the reclaiming of an autonomous province of Iraq that was part of the Ottoman Empire before World War I.He hated Britain and the West for forcibly dividing Kuwait from Iraqi territory.

From the invasion of Kuwait, the Gulf War, until the Iraq War in the early 21st century, Salah has always believed that the leader Saddam will return to the embrace of Sunnis and Kurds.He doesn't understand why this group of Westerners who should go to Hell always maintain a hostile state with their leaders and the country.

As a Sunni Muslim, he firmly believes that all good and evil things that happen in the world are pre-determined, and things that Allah does not allow will not happen.As it says in the Qur'an, "We have only met our fate ordained by Allah, who is our protector..."

Saddam Hussein was defeated in 03, and the regime collapsed instantly.He strongly disapproved of being a prisoner of war of Westerners headed by Americans, and was forced to leave his leader and beloved Republican Guard, his distant hometown and relatives whom he had not seen for a long time.

With the Qur'an in mind, he adheres to the Sunni Islamic idea of ​​predestination, the belief that "Allah predestined all things."Salah hid everything in the past and stayed in Umm Qasar, one of the Shiite settlements in southern Iraq.

For revenge and for the revival of the Sunnis in the future, Salah has been learning Arabic and English crazily since 03, and learning everything about Shia Muslims.Coupled with his own mother tongue - the Kurdish language, he quickly infiltrated the Iraqi security forces.

After five full years of "lurking", the time for revenge finally ushered in.He is determined to use orthodox Sunni Islamic teachings to tell those Americans or Westerners, like the Kurdish leaders who led the Muslims against the Crusades in the Islamic Jihad in the 12th century, that the Kurds will sooner or later recover Iraq and recapture the land that was lost to the West. Everything that people rob.

Live-ammunition shooting training is the best opportunity for mobile phones. You don't even need to turn yourself into a "human bomb" to sneak into the US military base and kill those Americans.Of course, it is impossible for him to get through the security checks at Assad Airport and the Marine Corps Expeditionary Team covered in explosives.

"God, you will always bless me." Salah stood on the outermost position in the third row, chanting silently with some nervousness.

"Nuwaf, what's wrong with you? Did you suffer from heat stroke?" Zayed, another customs officer standing beside him, asked with concern, calling Salah's fake name.

"Oh, I'm fine! Probably the reason for the first live-fire training."

"It's okay. Didn't the American second lieutenant make it very clear just now? If she wasn't a woman, I think I would treat her as an imam (a Shia example, model or prayer host)."

"What, don't you think an American is our Shia patriarch?"

"No no no, Nowaf. I just think she is like an intermediary between people and God. You know, the 'God' I mean is the AK47 in our hands."

Salah snorted softly and thought, "This Shia bastard should have gone to Hell long ago."

"No talking in the queue! You two, get down!" Amanda walked up to Salah and Zayed and yelled loudly.

"Yes, sir." Zayed only understood the two English words "speak" and "get down", and replied nervously in broken English.

"Yes, sir." Salah could understand English, but he only replied indifferently in Arabic.

"What's the matter with you two? It's been a week of training, and you still can't change the habit of chatting. Do 25 push-ups, hurry up, and you'll be fine after you finish." Hamza whispered to the two in Arabic.

Because of their mistake, the others didn't get their turn for live ammunition until they had finished their push-ups.Salah glanced at Amanda and Hamza who were not far behind. He was so used to and proficient that he was holding the AK47 in his right hand and the magazine in his left hand, ready to be loaded into the magazine.

It was this habitual action that fell into Amanda's eyes.He calmly asked Hamza next to him, "Do you know those two people just now?"

Hamza glanced at her, "Well, yes. Zayed is a member of a distant family of mine, and Salah is from Umm Qaisar in the southern region. They are both devout Shia Muslims." .”

"Really? Did the two of them have any experience in serving in the army or the police force?" When Amanda spoke, her left hand was already on the grip of the M9A1 pistol.

With the weapon in hand, the fire of vengeance burns in the heart.Salah held back the idea of ​​revenge, pointed the gun at the humanoid target in front of him and pulled the trigger, "Da da da da..."

Zayed looked at him in surprise, then at the target whose head was broken, "Salah, when did you learn such a good shooting technique?"

Salah kept his gaze fixed until he finished firing the 30 rounds in the magazine and quickly loaded another magazine full of bullets before he replied coldly, "These Kafir who should go to Hell ( A Muslim name for non-Muslims who do not believe in Islam), God will not allow them to remain in the land of Iraq."

Zayed immediately realized that Salah was actually an out-and-out Sunni Muslim.Holding an AK47 assault rifle with no bullets, he stared at him in horror, "You...you are Sunni!"

"Allah is supreme!" Salah yelled at the others, holding the loaded AK47 ready to shoot at any time.

"Get down!!!" At the same time, Amanda yelled at the others present.Instantly pulled out the M9A1 pistol, held the gun in his left hand, held the base of the grip in his right hand and pointed it at Salah's head.

"Devil, go to Hell!" Salah yelled with a ferocious expression, pointing the AK47 in his hand at Amanda's body.

"Bah bah bah bah bah!" Amanda fired. She didn't even blink her eyes and fired eight consecutive shots in three seconds.

"Da da da da..." The moment Salah was shot in the chest and head, he pulled the trigger of the AK47 at Amanda without hesitation.

The gunshots of the US-made M9A1 pistol and the Russian-made AK47 assault rifle sounded in the shooting range almost at the same time.If you don't see it with your own eyes, it's hard to believe who killed who.No matter what, a large piece of bright red blood was slowly flowing towards the sand.

After Hamza and others lay on the ground for a long time, he seemed to see a few nervous gendarmerie members holding guns in both hands standing next to Salah's body in a trance.Looking outside the training ground again, a group of military police and marines wearing helmets, bulletproof vests, and automatic rifles rushed in like wolves...

After an unknown amount of time, he heard someone calling his name in his ear, "Hamza, are you alright?"

When he opened his eyes, he saw a gendarmerie kneeling beside him, watching him.Slowly opened his mouth and said, "Oh, now, how is it?"

The gendarmerie replied calmly, "Everything is safe! If you feel unwell, I can take you to the hospital."

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