Killing can be said to be the most evil in the world, and the life that is taken is the same as oneself. Throughout history, killing people to pay for their lives is natural, but all the principles on the battlefield have become unbinding.

Even though he knew that he should never use the moral standards of ordinary society to restrain his reaction on the battlefield, Wu Xi still stood there blankly and felt this shock that he had never experienced before.

There is only tranquility in the morning in the surrounding desert. Because there are not many trees and grass, we cannot hear insects and birds. Only the eagle circling in the sky waiting for an opportunity to feast on the food, and then the sunshine in Xiya in the morning began to spread warmly on its body. It has not reached the level of extreme heat, but is just reminding the human body to feel the temperature and it is alive.

Yes, I am still alive. If there was a slight mistake last night, the other party was not so panicked, or the number of people was two or three more, or it was just a pistol stuck, then the corpse lying here was me.

Wu Xi narrowed his eyes. Buck and the others had slowly walked away. The strong golden eagle company commander was squatting down with Buck to check the bodies, and even reached out to fiddle with him. Wu Xi focused his eyes on the face of the black guy who had known him for more than a year. There was no excitement or emotion on it, just as calm as the vegetable farmers fiddling with the dishes in the vegetable basket.

It seemed as if someone was looking at him. Buck raised his head and met Wu Xi, hooked his hands and instructed him to go over. Wu Xi squatted down, picked up a stone that was soaked in blood next to the corpse, and twisted it above the corpse, sprinkled the reddish-brown mud attached to the surface of the stone on the surface of the corpse. Then he turned around and never looked at the two human bodies he had killed with his own hands again.

However, when I walked to the sand dune a hundred meters away, I thought I had already undergone a ritual sublimation and couldn't help but shake it a few times. I sat on the sand and stone, clenched the stone with my right hand, and my palm hurt my edges.

Because of the feeling of dozens or hundreds of corpses everywhere, it truly shows what a battlefield is. The sand covered with fragments of the remaining limbs explains what a battlefield is!

The messy clothes were mostly white robes and camouflage military uniforms, but now they were soaked with dark blood stains. The limbs and organs that were terrifyingly opened were splashed all over the ground, and some guns were smashed and scattered on the ground. Not to mention, the blood red felt in the eyes at that moment made Wu Xi even wonder if he had closed his eyes to the sun. What he saw in front of him was nothing more than a nightmare and unreality.

Buck and Dudka restored the order of the battle last night, and had a deeper understanding of the mutual combat mode. They patted the dust and blood on their palms with satisfaction and stood up. Daisy, who had been standing behind them, pulled his clothes and pointed at the other side thirty or fifty meters away: "That...that is Salah, the leader of the IS branch. He always wore the tactical vest that was taken from the US military. Last night, he was commanding. He asked to first knock out the reinforcements and then round up the very few kidnappers..."

This tactic is right. The mistake is that it underestimates the combat effectiveness of both sides at the same time, especially the combat effectiveness transformed from high-tech, which played a decisive role. Buck shared this with Dudka, and the two of them also walked to the side of the three or five corpses. This should be the time when the pickup truck was wandering around and hunting, and several crowds of people they accidentally met were shooting.

Buck saw a bone-white handle from the waist of the corpse. He reached out and pulled out an exquisite 1911 pistol. The silver-gray sleeve was covered with carvings with a sense of historical vicissitudes!

The bone-white pistol handle should be a fine thing polished with high-end products such as ivory or shell tortoiseshell. The Golden Eagle Company Commander couldn't help but whistle: "Good thing!"

Buck took off the bullet in the magazine and jumped out of the chamber, played with the magazine twice, but handed the pistol to Dudka: "Give it to you?"

Such high-end pistols are at least worth tens of thousands of dollars on the market. The Golden Eagle Company Commander was a little flattered, but the Woogren would not be hypocritical and shirked, so he happily reached out to take them: "Thank you! Thank God, boss, you are such a generous person!"

Maybe after all, he is still a special police officer. The Golden Eagle has no habit of searching for corpses casually. Buck, a mercenary, has no such taboo. He smiled and waved his hand: "If we can create a world together in the future, this can be regarded as a witness to our friendship."

Buck himself was a little surprised, as if as the things he came into contact with changed and his horizons improved, his mentality became much wider. Don’t care about these things? Money is all about things.

It seems that Miss Mou's generous style has finally infected her husband.

Daisy squatted down and pulled a knife from the boss's waist. It was also a short knife with exquisitely carved handles in the gray and white style: "It was this knife. He used this knife to cut off Mike's throat in front of us, just because... Mike didn't want to stay in this hell anymore!"

Buck patted the British girl on the shoulder and turned around and left: "Let's go, you shouldn't belong to this hell. Leave here. If you have any plans, I will try my best to help you." Dudka waited for the lady with a gentlemanly demeanor.

Holding the short knife, Daisy ran and followed Buck: "I can't go back to the UK. After we secretly came to Syria, I have been promoting IS on social networking sites. The British government has long announced that I illegally crossed the border and fled to the war zone, and I have to hold me accountable. I don't want to go back to jail, I want to go to school again!"

Buck, who had to ask his mother to plead for his sister to go to school two or three years ago, thought and nodded: "If you don't mind Southeast Asia, I can help you go to Malaysia or other places to study, but what you learn is not sure."

The chubby British girl shook her head: "I just want to go back to the track that a normal person should have. Thank you..."

Buck, who had accepted the thanks twice in the early morning, walked to the dune. Wu Xi was standing up. The bright sunlight in the morning shone on his face. Suddenly, he shook dizzyly twice. Buck supported him: "I have been squatting for a long time. What's going on? Is this trip to the Middle East exciting enough?"

Wu Xi paused for a moment before feeling regaining control of his body: "Enough, this stimulation is really enough for me. I also want to go back to China and to the life I thought was meaningless." He also shook the blood-soaked stone in his hand at Buck, and the cultural relics he had worn on his wrist had long been unknown where to go.

Buck raised his hand to greet the off-road vehicle in the distance and approached the evacuation site: "It depends on how you communicate with Comrade Jin and get the matter of rescuing the engineer as soon as possible. And now we have offended the IS armed forces severely, so we should go as far as possible as possible as possible."

Wu Xi pays attention to his feelings: "How did your first murder happen?"

Buck thought seriously: "Stop bleeding from an anti-government wounded man. He was too nervous and trembled his hand and broke his carotid artery..."
Chapter completed!