Chapter: 2692
Hamid’s words hit the seven so-called princes of heaven like a lightning bolt, making them feel as if their whole world had collapsed. Their reason for filming a documentary in Syria was very different from He Zhiqiu’s. They didn’t truly care about the world or the suffering people caught in the war. Instead, they aimed to enhance their resumes and gain more opportunities among the pretentious elite in the West.
Later, when they landed part-time jobs in high society, they attended fancy cocktail parties where everyone mingled and exchanged drinks. They laughed and boasted about their documentary experience on the battlefield, thinking it would earn them plenty of praise. This would not only impress their bosses but also catch the attention of influential officials. They believed this experience would be a valuable asset for their future careers.
But they never imagined that their trip to Syria, intended to boost their qualifications, would trap them in this place for life! The thought of spending eternity in this war-torn land made all seven of them break down in tears.
Seeing them cry, Hamid asked coldly, “Why are you crying? Did you really think coming to Syria would be easy?”
Among the seven, an Indian boy sobbed, “We just wanted to gain experience, but we never expected it to be so dangerous… Commander Hamid, please let us go. We can study, but we can’t do anything else. Keeping us here would just be a burden!”
The others joined in, crying and pleading with him. For them, every opportunity was precious, and they were desperate to make the most of it. Yet, Hamid remained unmoved.
Hamid stood before the group of men and said coldly, “Starting tomorrow, all of you will dig out the toilets, and the women will herd cattle and sheep. You will work 16 hours a day. We will keep watch over you. Anyone who slacks off will go without food for three days. If anyone tries to escape, I will break their legs, and they will have to crawl to clean the toilets!”
The village where Hamid was stationed faced tough times. There used to be electricity, but since the Civil War began, it had been cut off. Now, there was no electricity, no communication, no running water, and no sewage system. Both the villagers and the soldiers had to rely on the dry toilet.
Every day, one or two thousand people created a lot of waste. The soldiers had been taking turns cleaning the toilets and removing the waste from the village, but this was an unpleasant job. No matter who did it, complaints were sure to follow.
So, Hamid quickly decided that these five men would handle the cleaning and dumping of the filth. His plan was that if he pushed these five men to their limits, his soldiers would no longer have to do such dirty work.
When the five men heard this, despair filled their hearts. The thought of dealing with the waste of one or two thousand people every day was overwhelming. Hamid had said they would remain here as slaves for life, meaning they would have to clean the toilets and manage the waste every single day without end.
Was there anything more tragic than this life?
Forever? Some people couldn’t stop thinking about Charlie Wade, feeling a mix of hate and regret deep inside.