To end the chaos and unrest in Afghanistan as quickly as possible and to cut off the Taliban and Ten Commandments Gang's control over rural Afghanistan, the U.S. military in Afghanistan launched this village stabilization plan for rural areas in the summer of 2009.
The plan's working approach was mainly to start with a single village; then expand to multiple villages around it based on the radiation effect of the single village; and then establish a close connection with the regional center. The U.S. military was trying to construct and strengthen the administrative connection between the Afghan government and grassroots villages in this way.
This work was primarily implemented by the U.S. garrison, with the working group generally consisting of 5-8 special forces members. The working group was embedded in pilot villages to carry out work and assist the villages in building bunkers, improving self-protection and self-defense capabilities to deal with the hostility and re-contention of the Taliban insurgents.
The allied forces would also coordinate with the Afghan government forces to strengthen security patrols around the villages. After establishing a foothold, several villages nearby would change their inclinations under the influence. These areas would 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 U.S. military was gradually eroding the control areas of the Taliban and the Ten Commandments Gang.
But in the eyes of the four, this plan was simply terrible. First of all, they couldn't play XBOX in the camp anymore, and then the living conditions in rural Afghanistan were really terrible. Marcus Luttrell had already accidentally stepped into the village's cesspit twice during night patrols.
There was only one toilet in the village, and everyone defecated in this cesspit. The feces inside were almost two meters deep. If Marcus hadn't called for help, he would have been suffocated in the cesspit.
"Marcus, did you find the location of the cesspit?"
The recent three teammates must mention the cesspit when they open their mouths.
"Wait, someone's coming!"
Michael Murphy, who had been staying on the hillside outside the village to monitor the surrounding environment with binoculars, stopped the subordinates from joking. The news that they had entered this village should have reached the ears of the Taliban. Therefore, the few people had always been very vigilant against the Taliban's attacks.
"What is this?"
Murphy saw the visitor clearly and gasped.
The person who appeared on the dirt road was shrouded in ominous black gas, and only a pair of red eyes could be vaguely seen. The black gas seemed to be alive, wriggling, and the edges were tinged with ominous blood red.
Murphy immediately ordered the team members to enter a state of combat after seeing what the visitor was.
"Danny, notify the patrol! Marcus, let the villagers come up and assist in the battle!"
He pulled the trigger immediately after giving the order. He was using an MK11 MOD 0 Sniper Rifle, using .308 Winchester Bullets, which could easily penetrate body armor and military helmets without inserts.
Bang!
The gun shook, and a bullet shot towards the mysterious person who suddenly appeared.
Ding!
Murphy vaguely saw the mysterious person seem to have waved something, and then a spark suddenly exploded in the air. The mysterious person continued to walk towards the village.
"Impossible!"
Murphy had received professional sniper training. There was no possibility of missing at this distance. He re-aimed and fired three shots in a row.
Three sparks exploded, and then the mysterious person in his field of vision suddenly disappeared from view.
"Chh!"
The sound of a blade piercing into flesh, Murphy felt his strength was rapidly draining, he turned his head with difficulty and found the mysterious person appeared beside him, piercing his heart with a strangely shaped longsword.
"Captain!"
Matthew Axelson raised his HK416 and sprayed the black shadow with bullets.
"Ding Ding Ding..."
The high-speed bullets were all split open, and the black shadow instantly disappeared from the spot and appeared behind Matthew Axelson, the blade swept across, and with one strike, he cut him and his gun in two.
The hot viscera flowed on the gravel.
"This is Village No. XTY3679. We have received an attack, requesting support, repeat, requesting support!"
Danny Dietz trembled as he held the walkie-talkie, watching his two teammates who had been with him day and night being dismembered. He knew he wouldn't be able to wait for the support to arrive.
"Patrol received, please report the identity, number, and weapons of the attackers, over."
The patrol's response came from the other end of the walkie-talkie.
"Only one person, shrouded in eerie black gas, the weapon is a cold weapon, over."
Before Danny Dietz could finish speaking, he was nailed to the ground by the longsword, and the walkie-talkie in his hand fell to the ground.
"Are you on drugs? Calm down, brother!"
With a "crack," the walkie-talkie on the ground was crushed.
Marcus Luttrell rushed out with the young men in the village. He realized at this moment that all three of his teammates were dead. The young men behind him showed expressions of terror.
"Devil... This is the Devil..."
Someone directly threw the rusty AK-47 in their hand on the ground and knelt down to surrender.
"Tong!"
Marcus directly fired the grenade launcher hanging down.
"Boom!"
The grenade exploded violently, stirring up the dust on the ground.
Marcus pulled the trigger, and a rain of fiery bullets poured into it.
"Chh!"
He suddenly heard the sound of a body being cut open. He turned his head and saw a young Pashtun man beside him had been cut open. The cut was as smooth as glass, and the muscle fibers, internal organs, and cross-sections of the bones were clearly visible, like a model in an anatomy class.
Blood gushed out of the blood vessels and sprayed Marcus's face.
The Star Calamity flashed with cold light, and everyone, whether kneeling down to beg for mercy or firing wildly, became a pile of corpses. The hot blood quickly seeped into the yellow sand.
The stench was nauseating; this was the breath of death.
Marcus was not dead yet; he swallowed with difficulty, his body was trembling, and it was difficult to even move a finger.
The black shadow was staring at him, and Marcus vaguely saw his eyes through the black gas. They should have been human eyes, but the fine blood vessels almost occupied the entire eyeball, and there was no humanity in his eyes, only demonic nature.
"Drip... Drip"
Drops of blood dripped from the blade of the Star Calamity.
"Die!"
A flash of cold light, he felt himself flying up, his vision rolling, and finally landed on the ground. The last thing he saw was his headless body.
The black shadow shook, shook off the blood on the blade, and walked towards the village.
The old people and children in the village were there.
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