The white girl sitting in the passenger seat couldn't wait to introduce $Ji, Daisy, 19 years old, from London. Because her father is Egyptian, she believes in Islam. She is quite dissatisfied with her real life, especially her love affair and facing academic pressure, and her religious friends on the online social platform bewitched, she secretly ran to Turkey with a few classmates and entered Syria to fight a jihad!

He became a fanatical believer wearing a black robe and a headscarf, promoting his return to the Islamic world from European and American countries... In fact, he regretted it so much: "Two companions died, one was killed by stray bullets from government forces, and the other was wanted to sneak home and be killed by IS armed forces. I hate these guys to death!"

Buck didn't care about the mental journey of the white girl and the process of being abused and brainwashed. He only cared about the origin of these people: "These are all IS armed factions? What are they here for?"

The girl obviously said to him from her heart: "This is the IS jihad that came from Syria along the border. There are more than a thousand people, but they are divided and searched for places to take root. They belong to Sunnis. Most of the Shiites in the south are Shiites, so they are not as smooth as in the north. They dare not enter the city without gaining control. Now they have finally involved a local elder, hoping to control this area with the help of their power. First of all, they must control the local anti-government armed forces here. Last night, someone reported that the family of the anti-government armed forces had been brought out of the city, and the IS army members came to steal the other party and threatened the other party and annexed the anti-government armed forces..."

Buck kept driving with one hand, pinching the PTT switch of the walkie-phone, shouting: "Your uncle! You fucked us into the pit! This is a palace battle between religious armed forces within others! We ran so far to be gunmen for them!"

Wu Xi muttered there: "How do I know? This is the solution they have considered after receiving suggestions from locals... slow down!"

Buck tried to choose a flatter route, but it was not a real highway. He finally bumped into the highway and then bumped into the desert from the other side. The hyena grabbed the anti-aircraft machine gun and swayed in the back without saying a word. Instead, Wu Xi couldn't help saying: "Isn't it better to walk the highway?"

Buck despised him: "You are professional and I am professional? Are you rocketed along the road?"

Wu Xi didn't say anything anymore.

Sure enough, advancing along the undulating desert, approaching a battleground with gunshots on the flank, Buck's night vision instrument was quite clear, and densely packed militants were scattering formations to attack a small position. The semicircular position composed of more than ten golden eagles was only more than 20 meters wide, but it was as solid as reinforced concrete. Using the undulations of the terrain, two or three people were scattered in groups and shooting together. Even if no one had a night vision instrument, they still controlled the situation steadily, making it impossible for militants who had an absolute advantage in numbers to get close.

Buck asked the hyena to take off the night vision camera in his hand and waved it hard outside the car. He contacted him on a walkie-talkie. After a while, a green light appeared on the opposite side and waved it. The golden eagle finally found the people in the distance. Buck didn't dare to get close to him before because he was afraid of being injured by accident. Now he told Wu Xi to stay where he was holding a gun. He and the hyena slowly shook their headlights and turned on the headlights to approach the IS military armed positions.

The British girl was obviously surprised why she didn't escape: "What are you doing here again? They are fighting with another group of armed forces here. Stay away from these guys, they are all desperate!" But after experiencing a painful lesson, they still didn't get scared and jumped off the car immediately, but their voice was a little trembling.

Buck had an idea: "You leaned over and called them, saying that people had been caught there, and told them to gather..."

The British girl is going to ask about the plan: "What then?"

Buck hehe: "Then we..." He had already braked the car and leaned over to grab the PKM machine gun. The pickup truck drove onto a small raised sand dune. It was relatively wide and looked down at the terrain in front of him. Some peripheral militants obviously saw the car and turned around and waved. Buck noticed that they could even make a circle around the periphery to smoke, as if they were still drinking tea!

The combat power of guys who fight for a long time may vary in their combat power, but they can all form such a calm and relaxed mentality.

Buck smiled and pushed open the driver's door. The girl seemed too stupid. She tried hard to stick her head out of the window and shouted in Arabic. Sure enough, the militants outside gradually gathered together. Hundreds of people got into the car and got guns, and began to walk lazily towards this side. Buck was about to cry when he heard the girl's voice, and greeted her: "You'd better get out of the car and hide behind..." He was already hiding himself? The front of the car leaned against the engine compartment as a cover, while the hyena skillfully carried the two bodies in the car bucket and put them on the top of the car!

The golden eagle in the distance could obviously see the movement four or five hundred meters away here, and was a little anxious: "Are you surrounded?"

Buck responded: "I'll hit you if you're close..."

It was really just a close move. As Buck carefully laid the two-meter-long chain on his right hand and placed it on the hood, the lazy militants in front of him hung the rifle behind him, carrying the machine gun on his shoulder, smoking cigarettes and chatting, shaking like the farmers who had just finished farming work. The distance was close to one hundred meters. Buck originally wanted to turn off the light to reduce his suspicion, but it caused dissatisfaction among these people. He shouted from afar to turn on the light of the road, so let's turn on... The militants facing the headlights could hardly see the car body, and there were only two bright apertures here.

If anyone else had a psychological barrier, should I take action when facing such a murderous enemy? Buck confirmed with the Hyena, took a deep breath, picked up the 16-pound machine gun and ran horizontally to the left. The distance was only a few steps away, and the link was pulled down from the hood and fell to the ground, dragging it and running. Buck just ran past this slightly tall dune and pulled the machine gun trigger!

PKM, known as the lightest universal machine gun, is an infantry machine gun developed by the inventor of the AK rifle, which is popular in the Afghan battlefield. This is the most suitable way to fight!

The firing rate of ten bullets per second is not too fast, so the recoil is clearly transmitted to Buck's waist every time!

The dazzling flames rushed towards the relaxed militants like a lawn mower at the shooting range of dozens of meters!

For a moment, these dozens or hundreds of people must have been stunned. There were only a few people who could lie down immediately. Most of them stood there in disbelief and looked at the gun sparks that suddenly flashed more than ten meters away from the headlights. The dense bullets bloomed in the dense crowd!

Buck is a veteran!

He would not squirt in a fan-shaped manner, but swayed gently from the middle from the middle to both sides. His left hand tightly grasped the handle of the middle of the gun body to control the butt stock tightly held onto his waist, and the bullets were splashed out at an extremely small dispersing angle!

In this way, the gap between the bullets is very small, and the range he shot was really like a piece of wheat, and it fell down without missing a piece!

Someone on the outside finally reported it, and he took off his gun in a hurry to fight back...

Almost everyone's attention was turned to the sudden muzzle flame on the right side of the headlight, and it turned by an angle of less than ten degrees.

At this moment, the hyena stood coldly at the highest point and looked down at the panicked group of militants below, suppressing the firing plate of the 14.5mm anti-aircraft machine gun!

This is the God of Death's harvesting sickle.
Chapter completed!