The Journalist

Part 55: War and Suffering

The dead city that I had been waiting for Ahmed for those hours, had now turned into a sea of blood from the ferocious battle. Syrian government militants have been relentlessly launching air strikes aided by Russia, which operates their advanced battle tanks. According to local journalists, 21 civilians were reportedly killed by Russian-backed government air strikes.

Not only that, the militant stronghold of the Syrian government continues to add troops. This can be seen from the combat cars that continue to arrive and fill the streets. Foreign journalists who could not get into the fighting arena like myself could only photograph the cars. I'm still staring around. If it continues like this, it does not rule out the possibility that they can beat back the rebel stronghold.

Source: ghaith/alsayed

Can't! I can't keep quiet without action! I began to leave Kamal Malek quietly running in the opposite direction with a motorcade of combat cars lining up to enter the war zone. I was planning to sneak in one of those cars. Damn, the last car actually has a rear opening filled by all soldiers. How can I infiltrate if it's like this?

I massaged the temple with one arm around the waist. My breath was rough with my face turned to the side. At the same time, I saw a combat car parked a few meters from my footing. The car has even lagged far behind other car accompaniments. I approached the car. Apparently there's no one inside.

I looked to the side. It was seen a government militant soldier walking hurriedly to somewhere. I tried to catch him from behind. It turned out that the man was urinating. When he finished, he turned around and went back to his car.

Without thinking much, I attacked him directly from behind. I climbed up his back, then wrapped both of my hands around his neck. He thrashed, his hand trying to reach for the gun, but my foot first clamped both hands to block his movement. Like a python wrapped around a prey's body. I further tightened the lock on his neck, deliberately pressing on his nerve point. Within seconds, he was paralyzed, helpless to the point of unconsciousness receiving a lockdown attack from me. With the ability of judo techniques combined Japanese military martial arts that I have, of course this is not difficult for me.

I immediately took her uniform and put it on my body. From his rank, I can only guess he is a colonel. My height and the owner of this uniform are almost the same, but the body is more contained so that the uniform is a little loose on my body. I then drove a battle car and entered the battlefield. As an ex-soldier, I'm certainly used to this atmosphere.

The attack from the rebel stronghold was no less fierce and aggressive. Fortunately, this combat car has the immune to tank fire attacks. I parked it with a row of cars of other army officers. Instead of going down, I chose to stay in the car while watching the war that continues to flare. It's impossible for me to break through that territory first.

I picked up my phone, recorded the battle at a close enough distance and then sent it to my team members maybe this footage could be useful for So and the others. Suddenly a soldier of rank was seen walking towards my car. His face even frowned at me who was just sitting in the car. It's grim! If he sees me, my disguise will be exposed.

I lowered my head, trying to hide my face as the man walked closer. My hands clasped tightly onto the steering wheel and my feet prepared to step on the gas pedal. Just then, someone called him until he turned back from my car and went with him. I snorted while leaning my head.

Until the sun has been swallowed by part of the earth, government forces along with the Russian military managed to repel the rebels who call themselves the Syrian liberation forces. The government and Russian military are now preparing to enter rebel territory. I also participated in the Syrian military motorcade. Every farm and house has been razed to the ground by the air strikes. The heart is sore and filled to see the area that was once fertile is now poranda ravine.

source: aljazeera

From the plan that I had heard through a set of communication tools in the car, they will conduct a sweep first in this village to capture a number of rebels. That means, there is still time to save Ameena and the people there. Even though I don't know how to save them.

I deliberately drove the car very slowly so that my car was in the last group. It is necessary to pass two more villages to penetrate the village inhabited by Ameena. However, I chose to cut off the road and pass through a different path from the military entourage. Right I turned, there was an explosion sound coming from the front. Apparently, one of the car's accompaniment was pelted with bombs by rebel militant forces. Almost my life is floating!

The road I was walking on right now was a short path leading to the village of Ameena. I learned of this route when Ahmed drove me home. In short, I managed to enter Ameena village. I left the car in Mr. Ali's field and I took off the military uniform so that the people here don't misunderstand me. I immediately ran towards the orphanage foundation.

It's pitch-dark. This village is no less silent than the previous two villages. It seems that the residents have left their residence. I wish Ameena would do the same, but on the other hand I also want to meet her and bring her along with me.

I kept running while carrying my backpack. Arrived already. Yes, I arrived at the gate with my body leaning against the gate half-sitting down. My breath is still wheezing. My chest went up and down.

"Brother Blonde!" The sound of Khalila's screams was heard. But different from usual, the voice sounded softly mixed with fear.

"Brother Blonde, I'm scared!"

I'm looking ahead. It turned out that the residents of this foundation were gathered in the courtyard with a huffed face. There's Ameena and Mr. Ali too. I removed Khalila from my arms and approached them.

A middle-aged man who from the beginning was never friendly to me, then approached me. "You ... How can you be here? Lest you've been a government spy all along!" he charged with a mimic that seemed to swallow me. His eyes were emitting fire spears. He pushed me so hard that I fell.

"Brother Blonde!" Khalila was surprised to see me fall.

"Khalila, let's go in!" A young woman was holding Khalila as she approached me. As if he wouldn't let that little girl come near me. In fact, the rest of the foundation's residents were now looking at me with hateful gazes. I was scared to look at Ameena. What if he also came along like that and turned to hate me?

I turned to Mr. Ali and shook my head. "No, I'm not a spy! When I heard your territory was attacked, I came straight here. I even went undercover to be part of their army just to be able to penetrate your village. Please trust me!"

He turned his head towards Mister Ali while saying, "Master, from the beginning I told you never to trust an outsider! See, ever since you received his presence, our once quiet and isolated territory is now disturbed by the government. He must be a government spy!"

"Now is not the time to assume the no-no!" I said in a loud voice, "They ... have entered the first village in the region! There's no time left, you have to leave this place and hide in a safe place if you don't want to die!" press me.

Everyone was shocked and panicked. The women hugged each other in tears. Mr. Ali, who had been silent earlier, walked closer to me. The man stopped right in front of me and extended his hand to me.

"Stay and rest in the back! You must be exhausted!"

I'm dumbfounded. When his people accused me, he was still friendly with me.

"Sir, you still trust this young man? We have to throw him out!" the man returned.

"How could I not trust the man who had saved my daughter without expecting anything in return!" mister Ali silenced the man's voice.

Suddenly, someone wearing the uniform of the Syrian liberation forces came in haste. "Sir, what about our fate now? Do we have to survive like this? We have a shortage of troops fighting on the front lines! The new Turkish government will send its troops tomorrow, while our territory has been entered by them tonight!"

The rumbling sounds of gunfire and bombs had been faintly heard. Indicates that government forces have already entered the region. Mr. Ali turned to face the administrators of the foundation and the children of the orphanage who were covered in fear. Some of them even cried.

"I will go forward to fight with our troops!" he said with sharp eyes.

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