The cellar is one meter deep, probably used to store some food. Hiding in it should be able to avoid transit bullets, but there is basically no place to escape. Buck stood there, listening to the gunshots and screams and scolding outside, and then seeing many women supporting each other and leading the children coming from there. There is no doubt that if the men in front fail, the outcome of these women and children will be extremely miserable, especially when the tribe severely damaged the IS army in the morning.

The wind with the smell of gunpowder and the smell of charcoal fire floated across Buck's nose together. He felt the weight in his heart pushing the people running in front of him a little bit more and more!

But what can you do?

The battlefield on the right is still fighting fiercely. The urgency behind the family makes the Kurdish tribe armed forces definitely not fleeing in panic. They will fight to the last person, but that is only a matter of time. The two or three hundred Kurdish armed forces face several times the ferocity of their fate.

It was pitch black on the left, but Buck suddenly saw a slight highlight and got closer and closer toward this side!

It's like human nature...

The more in the darkness, the more dazzling the brilliance of human nature!

For places without electric lights, this kind of light was very strange. Buck bent down and grabbed the girl's chin with one hand, dragged her to twist her face and looked over there: "What is that?"

Maybe he thought he wanted to break himself apart and get rid of it. The girl was more and more stubborn and even slid up along Buck's thighs passively, she grabbed his life. When Buck screamed, she stared at the light blankly: "It's... Mansour, Mansour and the others are back..."

Buck realized that the young people who went to nearby cities to get diesel were back. This was the only person who left in that direction today. The sound of the motor getting closer and closer also proved Buck's idea. They walked away, but used this... It should be a tricycle way back and really got diesel?

Several thoughts flashed through Buck's mind, but he ignored the pain point that was still being grabbed, and lowered his head to pull up the girl with ambiguous actions: "Go and greet all the women who can hold guns and wait together. Those who cannot hold guns will take their children with them. There is a mountain road in that direction, climb up, and turn around and climb up!"

Buck finally made up his mind to leave the survival path to these people.

But he supported himself outside the cellar with both hands and dragged the girl who had not let go to the battlefield. The girl finally realized that he was not going to run away, so she quickly let go of her direction: "Where is it?"

Buck had already taken a step and ran: "Yes! I saw that there were guns there! Go and move those guns out! Then lie there!"

When he set off yesterday, Buck noticed that although there were many of the aid supplies in more than ten trucks, the number of rifles exceeded that of these men. Moreover, the Kurds always had their own habit of carrying guns. Many men had guns. Maybe the above was just to read the report that there were so many guns. Don’t think that NATO has no bureaucracy. Sometimes it is much more serious. Those guns were transported in the afternoon and piled in a dirt house next to them.

The girl's sharp shouts attracted many steps behind Buck, but his attention was all on the battlefield. After running a few more dirt houses, Buck saw the situation on the battlefield through the blazing bonfire. It was indeed from the entire direction of the road, the road, the hilltops, and the hillsides, and the fires were densely packed!

The dead and injured were already lying everywhere on the road. In the morning, the bodies of the IS army were moved together and piled up, so these were all Kurds!

Other living Kurdish men were hiding in every corner and even behind the bodies of their companions, firing fire to defend themselves. If it weren't for their resistance, those IS troops would have been coming like a tide!

The three armored vehicles, which were originally regarded as the hope of revitalizing the tribe, were parked in the open central area. Perhaps it was these three large items that attracted too many people to dance around. There were the most corpses around, and dozens of people were hiding behind the armored vehicles, except for shooting or roaring...

Basson and the others were right. No one could get close to the body of the car, and they were all facing the attacking party sideways. Except for the machine gun on the top of the car, other parallel machine guns could not turn the muzzle to attack. But look at the bullets shuttled around the tank at this moment, who could expose the machine gun or turn it into the turret to start the cannon?

With a scream, a rocket basket fired at the side of the space between the two armored vehicles and hit the ground. Although the bullets could not hit the vehicle behind it, the rockets that exploded here produced countless fragments, which was equivalent to refraction, and another scream!

The casualties and defeats of these Kurdish militants are just a matter of time. From Buck's perspective, ten minutes is a miracle. As long as the IS troops in the distance move forward steadily, there is no need for unnecessary casualties to charge, slowly consume these Kurdish ammunition, and occasionally use rockets or precise shooting to reduce the number of people, the side will soon lose its combat effectiveness, and finally rush up to kill and finish the work.

But the Kurdish men still pressed against every corner without retreating, like needles trying their best to deter the enemy, even if they knew they were about to break!

That's right, in this battle, the three armored vehicles were the focus. The battles of both sides revolved around armored vehicles. The defense hid behind the armored vehicles, and the attackers kept cutting off people approaching the vehicles. The method was actually similar to the snipers in the morning, but the precise gun technique used in the morning, and the overwhelming rain of bullets was used here.

Buck looked at the men who were struggling to guard the roads by the town and disappeared silently from the darkness. The girl who had already greeted hundreds of women who came to the house with rifles in her arms looked at his figure moving in surprise. He hesitated for a moment, looked at the companions climbing the mountain road far behind him, and chose to believe Buck.

Watching Buck walk towards the shaking motorcycle light that is getting closer and closer...

In front of him, including the middle-aged elder, they knew what the result of their futile resistance!

After the rifles fired bullets, the gun rod held in their hands turned into a fire stick. Listening to the vague sounds of women and children from behind, these men chose to face the enemy, pulled out the Kurdish knife, grabbed the hot barrel, dragged the injured body to wait for the enemy's final charge. Even if they had to fight hand-to-hand in the end, they had to delay time or kill any enemy that could be killed!

The Kurds have always been frustrated against enemies who invade their homeland!

Then, at the moment when the oil was almost exhausted, I suddenly heard a female voice behind her and began to shout: "Bless Allah... come back!"

The voice became louder and louder, and obviously more women joined in, and they shouted in a neat and repeated manner: "Bless Allah... come back... Abdi... Kobani..."

The names of men echoed in this valley where there were only gunshots before!
Chapter completed!