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Chapter 296 ISI's Counterattack! (Second Update!)
In short, everyone in the room turned pale, but no one confronted Badri directly.

Compared to these peasants, Badri, who graduated from Baghdad Islamic University with a doctorate in Islamic law, joined the JTJ, was captured by America, and went to Longchang for enlightenment, was a different story.

He is the kind of person who is intelligent, ruthless, and highly respected.

Furthermore, the former leader had kept this guy under his wing and mentored him while he was still alive, making this guy practically the former leader's spokesperson.

The former leader was killed by American soldiers, so this guy naturally became the new leader of ISI.

Under his leadership, ISI can definitely reach new heights.

But... he shouldn't have spoken to everyone in such a contemptuous tone.

Badri's cold gaze swept over everyone present. After a while, seeing no one respond, he nodded to himself.

"Since no one objects, I will now assign the next tasks."

"Haniz, take your Erbil battalion and head east along the highway, across the border between Iraq and Iran, to Tabriz."

"They're active in that area!"

"Hakari, take your Baghdad battalion and disperse, heading south from Erbil to the Kirkuk region!"

"This way, we can interfere in Baghdad with Shemurli!"

“Taji, you are smarter. Your mission is to take people to Qamishli in Syria and work with Martin to instigate conflict between the Americans, Syrians, and Turks.”

"If you don't know what to do, just kill those Kurdish militants who issued the announcement. Since they dared to issue the announcement, they should be prepared to be killed!"

“Jeparan, you and I will take the rest of the people and cross Syria to Idlib province in northwestern Syria.”

“They are much richer over there than we are here. Once we get there, we can act without restraint, kill more people, and make more money.”

"Only with more money can we build our own country!"

"Now, let's go!"

After giving his orders to the people in the courtyard, Badri left the courtyard and returned to the mosque.

Instead of continuing to pray, he pulled a box from under the podium, took out a gun from the box, and, holding gun oil, swaggered out to the mosque entrance to clean the gun.

He left the courtyard, leaving Haniz and the others behind. They looked at each other, but no one spoke.

After a long while, Hakari stood up and waved to the group of people sitting behind him:
"Let's go! We've been holding back for so long, it's time for some revenge!"

As he spoke, the dozen or so people sitting behind him screamed and followed him out of the courtyard.

Hakari's departure instantly broke the deadlock in the courtyard.

Not long after, Taji also left with his men, leaving only Haniz, Jeparan, and their followers in the courtyard.

Looking at the remaining Jeparan, Haniz smiled and nodded, then got up and left with his men.

Badri and Jeparan had a good relationship; otherwise, he wouldn't have sent Jeparan with him to Syria alone.

If you communicate with him, he will sell you to Badri as soon as he turns around.

We still need to wait, wait until we have accumulated enough strength in Iran, and wait for the right opportunity.

When the opportunity arises, I'll kill this guy and become the leader of ISI myself.

After leaving the courtyard, Haniz didn't talk much with anyone else. He simply packed his luggage with his confidants and quickly left with his men.

Meanwhile, Jeparan, the last to leave, after arranging things for his subordinates, immediately went to Badri, who was cleaning his gun.

When are we going to Syria?

Putting down the AK-47, Badri looked up at the sky. "In a few days!"

“Mosul and Dehok are not safe these days. There are many of us, and if we leave at this time, it will easily attract attention.”

"We need to wait for the next round of chaos."

"Wait until the Americans, Turks, Syrians, and Iraqis start fighting each other."

"Only when they are in chaos will we have a chance."

“But what if they don’t cause chaos?” Jeparan asked, voicing his concern.

The next second, Badri turned around and gave a confident smile: "That's why I sent Hanis and the others to a few places."

"When they create chaos, we can seize the opportunity to exacerbate the chaos!"

"Alright, don't worry so much. Trust me, I'm stronger and smarter than the previous leader."

"I will lead you to build our own kingdom, our own Islamic state!"

"However, you have some things to do before we leave!"

Jepalan had already started walking, but upon hearing this, he slowly turned back. "What is it?"

Under his gaze, Badri raised his hand and pointed north:
“From here northwards, on the border between Iraq and Turkey, within Turkish territory, there is a Yazidi village.”

"Go and kill them all!"

"Understood!" After hearing Badri's instructions, Jeparan did not ask why, but simply nodded vigorously and turned to leave without hesitation.

He found his subordinates who were packing their bags, and without saying anything more, he only said one thing:
"Let's go and purge the heretics!"

When they heard that they were going to purge heretics, not a single one of these ISI terrorists who adhered to jihadist Salafism questioned it.

Salafism is a fundamentalist movement within the Sunni school of Islam that emphasizes a return to the early Muslim way of life.

This idea advocates that everyone should live according to the original form of Islam in the seventh century, and according to the literal interpretation of the Quran and Hadith.

Any difference is heresy.

After the seventh century, the ideas spread by other factions for their own benefit were also considered heretical.

Salafism is also divided into three factions.

These three factions are the academic faction, the political action faction, and the jihadist faction.

The academic faction, represented by the Hawassites in Saudi Arabia, focuses solely on academic pursuits and serves the rulers. Their core requirement is that believers must obey the existing rulers, even if those rulers are mentally unstable.

This faction has always considered itself the most orthodox faction.

Of course, in the eyes of other sects, they are simply the dogs of the rulers.

Political activists are solely focused on politics, aiming to promote Islamic law through elections and legislation, while also having limited acceptance of modernization and democracy.

The representative factions are Egypt's Nour Party and Tunisia's Reform Front.

In the eyes of other factions, they are just opportunists, criticized by traditionalists for compromising their beliefs and by secularists for being a threat to democracy.

As for the last jihadists, they advocate establishing an Islamic regime through armed struggle and reject any secular government.

Any Muslim who does not follow its principles is an apostate and should be put to death.

Including the two factions mentioned earlier, they were also heretics in their eyes and should be killed as well.

Among these apostates, there are also those whose actions were more serious and urgent.

As a Sunni ideology, their primary enemy is the Shia. However, when faced with the Yazidis, the Shia must also step aside.

The Shia Muslims and the Yazidis are at least a religious group, and although their beliefs differ, they can still have a few words together. The Yazidis, however, are not a single ethnic group and do not adhere to the same religion.

They need to be killed first.

After packing up their weapons and equipment, the terrorists drove in a large group northwards, heading towards the border between Iraq and Türkiye.

Nadler, on the Turkish-Iraqi border.

This is a small border village with more than 40 households and over 300 people.

The ancestors of these hundreds of people originally lived in Mosul, Iraq.

However, after the former Iraqi president took office, he began to force the Yazidis in Iraq to become Arabized.

So these people's ancestors packed their belongings and fled from Iraq to Türkiye.

Türkiye, which is not human, seems more human in the presence of the former Iraqi president.

Türkiye took them in.

The local Kurds also allocated a small portion of their land to them.

Thanks to the snowmelt from the Zagros Mountains, they live a fairly good life here.

Night falls.

The women in the village let out a deafening roar, and the target of their roar was their own children who knew nothing of hunger, no need to come home, and only knew how to play wildly.

He found his child at the village entrance, grabbed a vine from the roadside, whipped him a few times, and then led the child home.

Back home, the playful child cried while eating.

Older children, after finishing their meals, also need to study scriptures.

Seeing the scriptures their parents pulled out, the children, who had just learned to read, let out screams one after another.

The Yazidis's beliefs are a fusion of Zoroastrianism, Sufism, Christianity, and ancient Mesopotamian religion.

The fusion of these religions led to the formation of a unique monotheistic-polyangelic worship system.

The One God is the supreme God who created the world, but does not directly intervene in it. Instead, He manages the world through seven archangels.

Among the seven angels, there is a peacock angel, who is the chief of the seven angels, God's spokesperson, and the actual ruler of the world.

The Yazidis are a small people, and their religious texts are few in number. Apart from the Black Book and the Book of Revelation, the rest of their scriptures are passed down orally by their priests.

Amidst the chanting of scriptures, a group of about 200 people appeared on the hilltop south of the village.

Jepalan picked up the old binoculars and looked at the village in the distance.

In the darkness, the village was dotted with lights, and the occasional bark of a dog could be heard, making this village nestled in the mountains appear so quiet and peaceful.

Putting away the binoculars, listening to the wind whistling through the mountains, Jepalan gently waved his hand:
"Kill all the men, the old ones!"

"Take away all able-bodied women and children!"

"They're all our money!"

At a command, the more than 200 men, their eyes gleaming with a green light, made their way towards the distant village under the cover of night.

The wind howled as a storm was brewing. The village dogs were the first to sense the commotion, whimpering in extreme fear, followed by screams of agony.

At first it was just dogs barking, but later people started screaming too.

…………

"General, news from Turkey."

“Last night, a Yazidi village in southeastern Türkiye, near the Iraqi border, was massacred.”

"Turkish officials only received the news at noon today. By the time their special forces arrived, the village had already been burned to the ground, leaving only ashes."

"Judging from the brutality of the scene, it must have been done by the ISI."

"It seems our intelligence was correct. Those people have been very active lately, probably planning an operation."

Staff Officer Parker's report left Benjamin speechless.

He glanced up at the ceiling, then lazily slumped into his chair and began issuing commands:

"Order Ali Salem Air Base to send two Global Hawks and two Reapers to Mosul Air Base."

"Then, these four drones will provide me with 24/7 uninterrupted surveillance of the Kurdish mountains."

"Furthermore, let our spokesperson come forward and say that this is supported by Iran."

"It is only natural for us to take action against Iran!"

That's all, go ahead and get busy!

After writing down all of Benjamin's orders, Parker stretched his limbs, turned around, and walked out of the office to relay them.

In the office, Benjamin got up from his chair, walked to the map next to him, and ran his finger across the map until it landed on the place name Parker had just mentioned.

He couldn't help but roll his eyes again, having discovered something deep within the Zagros Mountains.
"A bunch of trash!"

After finishing his tirade, he returned to his desk, reviewed the intelligence reports from the various commands under the Central Theater Command for a while, then tossed them aside, picked up the phone on the desk, and called Brian Langley:

"General Brian, I think we need more drones and more satellites to monitor our enemies!"

He had barely finished speaking when Brian's roar came from the other end:

"Can you just shut up for a second?"

“I sent you there to maintain stability in the Middle East, not to kill this person and fight that person.”

"We'll make arrangements before we kill anyone, understand?"

With a snap, the phone was hung up.

Holding the phone receiver, Benjamin cursed under his breath, put the receiver back, and picked up the documents on the table to review them again.

Anyway, I just arrived at the Central Theater Command.

There will be plenty of opportunities to make money in the future. Now, let's build up our network first, so that when money comes along, we can make it directly.

However, it would be great if I could contact Xiaomi Heavy Industry directly.

Without middlemen taking a cut, you can earn more money yourself!
Meanwhile, Lin Yi, whom Benjamin was thinking about, finally met Lu Jingchen after several days of work.

He shoved the box full of hard drives into the other person's hands, then pushed Liu Daneng in front of him:
"Two months, starting from the day you came for your last interview, means there are 50 days left."

"Professor Lu, you are a professor at Jinling University of Aeronautics and Astronautics, I believe you can complete the work."

"If you can't finish it, it's clearly stated in your employment agreement that you have to pay compensation!"

So, keep going!

(End of this chapter)