"Why?!!"
Samir almost roared, he struggled to suppress his voice, his face was flushed, and the veins on his neck faintly showed.
"That's right, they are the Kurds! Yes, I hate them! I detest them! But now we are facing the 1515! The common enemy destroying our homeland! We should unite all forces! This is righteousness! And also to reduce resistance for our future battles!"
At this moment, under the distant flames, the executioner's sword swung down.
Even at such a distance, no sound could be heard, but the crisp, decisive, and unhesitating action, along with the liquid that gushed forth, appearing as large gray shadows in the night vision scopes, and the body that instantly lost all support and collapsed...
All of this cruelly announced what had happened.
One, two, three...
The execution proceeded methodically yet ruthlessly.
