Simply put, the Kurds are a large nation with tens of millions of people concentrated in the Middle East, but the territory is divided by several countries. Therefore, this nation always thinks about founding a country, which is naturally the thorn in the side of several neighboring countries. Each country faces this idea of ​​splitting up the country with a high pressure. Great powers, including Britain and the United States, have always regarded the Kurds as pawns. Those who dislike these countries will support Kurds, and the state will be helplessly obedient and reduce support, which is similar to the role of mercenaries' urinals.

Therefore, Britain and the United States do not want the urinal to be independent, as if they do not want any mercenary army to be the only one reason.

Now, as an extremist religious armed force, the IS army is definitely the target of NATO's attack, so it is certain to support the Kurds at this time, but it requires limited assistance. It cannot cause the hard-working assistance of Afghanistan to fight the Soviet Union, leaving behind high-level demons like bin Laden. In the end, the anti-government armed forces supported by the Americans became extremist organizations like the Taliban, causing the United States to suffer a lot.

This is Buck's most disgusting political skills. Many political elites talk about the trade-offs. He knows nothing, and feels very wronged: "You didn't tell me, I think you even teach wars. What's the big deal about learning to open a tank? Our men, women, and young people will drive it!"

Basson could only cover his head with great force. He had a headache, so why did he bring such a mercenary with him?

In front of hundreds of Kurdish tribe militants, Buck finally taught the other party how to drive a tank like a tractor. It is easier to teach people who have experience in steering wheel driving. It is easier to draw a piece of white paper.

Moreover, with a large handful of rings and earrings and promises back to the tribe, in the embarrassment of Basson and others' cheeks swelling, Buck also taught the tribe militants how to rotate the turret and how to fire the artillery. He made one of the only seven shells on the two tanks to show off the tribe militants. He shot from a distance and blew up the lonely house next to the town, causing hundreds of militants to cheer as loudly as they saw the New Year fireworks!

Finally, the elder even asked clearly that as long as there was diesel, he could start the big bump, so he gave up the evacuation plan and said that he would send someone to walk to the nearest city to get diesel back, and he must drive back two tanks and an infantry armored vehicle on the street there!

Because it was early in the morning, the Kurds, who had satellite phones and could only be used as camera phones, actually called the men, women, and young people from the entire tribe from where they lived, and some young people even ran back to help. At dusk, they saw the cattle and sheep driving over, as well as various carts, and they clearly planned to move back, or expand to this town!

This town was originally from the Kurds. The tribes here were looted and killed by the IS army. A considerable number of people were their relatives and friends. They took revenge at the instigation of NATO!

It is of considerable significance to be able to reoccupy this place now.

The elder asked Buck to drive three armored vehicles to the open roadside, and he also asked to park the infantry fighting vehicles in the middle, and arrange the tanks on one side symmetrically. Then the tribe with nearly a thousand people began to raise a bonfire and sing and dance on the side of the tank!

Basson sat on the hillside outside the town and looked at the scene in front of him helplessly with his companions!

How could the entrusted situation evolve into this when a senior NATO official left!

Buck carefully observed several companions, and gave the baked lamb legs with a flattering smile. The contractors could not withstand the temptation, so they took them over and eat them: "Hiss... This taste! It tastes so delicious! How did you do it..." Not to mention what they could eat when they were on duty, at least they ate biscuit bread from the wreckage that Buck knew, and then they came here with basically all the paste and noodles. Of course, they thought this kind of carefully cooked fresh and tender lamb was very delicious. Oh, there is the US military base in the middle? What delicious can the US military chefs make?

Buck was like a chef who was praised by diners, rubbing his hands happily: "We Wugranites are good at barbecue."

The man-eating mouth was soft. A German companion hadn't worn thick tactical gloves and almost swallowed all his fingers and licked his tongue hard: "It's really a whisper... Basson, there are fewer Kurds who can drive tanks? IS army can fly planes. It doesn't matter to us. Just these two broken tanks can explain. Forget it, we don't say anything when we go back."

Even the stereotypical Germans say this, the old-fashioned British are simpler: "Six shells, what can he do? It has not affected the command's arrangements, and has also enhanced its ability to resist the IS army. Let's do it, it will be withdrawn tomorrow morning!"

Seeing someone talking for him, Buck hurriedly followed: "Yes, these two T54 tanks are almost at their limit and are in poor maintenance. I didn't teach them how to maintain it. They didn't know that they would be able to get rid of the diesel engine and transmission mechanism in just half an hour of hot car! "

Maybe the cunning Basson just posed for no one to report this matter, pondered and nodded: "Okay, don't mention this matter when you look back...you can get some mutton to roast?"

Buck, like a honest cook, nodded hard and ran away, but came down to see the five people gathered together and whispered together.

Perhaps it was Buck's Asian appearance. The Kurds distinguished him from five European and American people, and their attitudes were completely different. Buck just said to buy another goat for them and take him to the back of the earthen house. The four tribal elders were already waiting there. The one who spoke in English was responsible for speaking: "Please offer a price! Stay here to help us! Teach us to drive tanks, fight wars, and treat diseases..." The person next to him was holding a handful of various jewelry and gems, which really shone brightly under the fire!

Buck wanted to laugh, but he held back, pointing to the small first aid kit he was carrying at any time: "Enough, I'm not that greedy..." Just now, the team came over and fulfilled the promise to him. Buck looked very ethnic and exquisitely decorated jewelry. Buck looked so happy that he really felt that it was great to take it home to present treasures to his wife, and it might make people feel that he really had the illusion that his eyes were bright.

As a result, the elder photographed the person holding jewelry next to him and came to the fire, and said proudly: "This! Let's give it to you together!"

When Buck saw that the young girl wearing a small hat showed the unique exotic style of an Arab girl under the faint firelight!

When did people realize that he was lustful?

Still shook his head: "Actually, you all understand the truth, I can't stay and teach..."

Halfway through the talk, a few crisp gunshots suddenly echoed over the town on the side of the road!

Then, the celebration was in chaos by the town where the laughter and joy were just now. There was a shrill cry from a high place. As soon as two syllables were shouted, the gunshot like fried beans came to an abrupt end!

That was the warning shot from the sentry before being shot dead!

The elders stood beside Buck and were more familiar with their language than him: "Attack! The IS army is here..."

The middle-aged elder pulled off the rifle on his back, and with his other hand, he pushed the soft girl and the shiny hand to Buck: "Protect them and it's yours!" He immediately shouted loudly and rushed out to greet the tribal warriors who were catching guns everywhere.
Chapter completed!