Of course, it's not driving a motorcycle. Buck didn't know if the motorcycle could still be started. He grabbed the rusty fuel tank in front of the seat and pulled it hard, and even used his feet. He successfully hugged it in his arms, then turned around and rushed out of the safe area built by the earthen house. In a large area of ​​Kurds' stunned, he ran towards the tank that had just roared out of the sea of ​​fire in the distance!

The middle-aged elder was shouting and waved his hand hard, and immediately behind Buck, several figures rushed up with him desperately, and even two women ran out!

In fact, the distance between less than two hundred meters was everywhere, the oil barrels were rolled over and the fire was ignited by diesel. However, the density here was not that high, and running around and jumping around could avoid the flames. Buck's mind was already full of only thoughts!

Fighting requires wisdom at any time, but it is still brave enough to create all possibilities in critical moments!

The brave one wins when the two armies meet!

The distance to sprint downhill is more than ten seconds. You can see from a distance that the top hatch of the tank turret is open. Now, it is close to the fire and I find that even the driver's window is open. It is obvious that the high temperature inside the car is smoked and burned is impossible to completely block it!

This driver or gunner is already strong enough!

Buck, wearing medical rubber gloves on his hand, rushed to the side of the tank without hesitation, and the big step turned into small steps. He ran in the same direction with the sound of the tracks. The tank at night had just barely pulled up to about twenty kilometers per hour and could be fully parallel. Adjusted his steps and threw the fuel tank in his hand into the engine compartment at the rear of the turret above the tank track plate. He grabbed the toolbox at the back of the turret. With his eyes closed, he knew that the track skirt had a foot pedal position at this position. This was almost the most basic point in NATO's anti-Foreign Soviet tank teaching materials, and it was also one of the skillful climbing points for mercenaries from Eastern European countries when following the tank!

In the eyes of Kurds in the distance, this is as crazy and agile as the legendary Saladin warrior jumps onto a running wild horse!

As he jumped, Buck felt that the metal objects and steel bars he held in both hands were so hot. He had already flew on the tank body. Regardless of the bumpy distance of the car, he grabbed the motorcycle fuel tank that his palm had been pressing, and even though the fuel tank was leaking oil, he leaked all over his body. He took out the lighter in his pocket with his left hand to ignite it before reaching the oil outlet. His hands and lighter were ignited by the leaked gasoline!

Then just put your burning left hand to the hose at the bottom of the fuel tank, and watched the gasoline stained on the outside of the fuel tank appear faintly blue fire, and unscrew the oil injection port plugged with a wooden plug, poured it in from the turret hatch cover. The flames were almost poured in with the gasoline!

The scream just came from the turret, and Buck had turned and jumped off the tank!

He held his left hand, which had just been ignited, and rolled on the ground for a few times. He used the soil to extinguish the flames. Before he could feel the pain, flames suddenly burst out of the turret. Then a figure covered in the fire climbed out of the turret with difficulty. This was not as simple as Buck's fire with only one hand. The oxygen consumed in the flames had made his respiratory system unable to work normally. He screamed and fell from the car body and rolled and twitched. Then a relatively flexible head jumped out of the driving port. Buck grabbed the rifle that was knocking on his butt with one hand. The time was just right!

The bullet fired by the G36C rifle hit the driver shortly at a distance of three to five meters!

The roaring tank finally stopped the track, but Buck heard the engine still turning, and even rolled away from the iron coffin that had already spitted out flames inside. Sure enough, he turned around and dodged for about ten steps, rushed up the Kurdish warriors, and a loud bang from behind!

The tank was finally ignited by the flames inside the vehicle body. Buck climbed up desperately and flipped into the ditch next to him without water, holding the Kurdish warrior who was curiously protruding his head: "You want to...explode..."

A more violent explosion began!

I guess the engine was blown up by oil, and the ammunition in the car body exploded!

This is like putting a big firework!

Even if the car body is roasted in the sea of ​​fire, there is no danger from the flame inside the car body...

Just now, I saw his tank re-operate, and the fighting spirit that had just aroused, and just rushed over the firewall regardless of everything, the IS militants approached the tank and were about to follow the previous steps of following the tank to advance, the tank in front of me exploded from the inside!

Although it was not broken into pieces, the shells were still shaken and turned into crooked cracks. The IS troops were holding guns and didn't know what to do. What greeted them was the bullets that suddenly spilled from nearby!

Obscuring the explosion of the tank at close range in front of him, half kneeling in the ravine, Buck carried a short assault rifle and accurately began to shoot the enemy who was only about twenty meters in front of him!

The blazing flames became the background, and the shaking figure was right in front of me. The familiar rifle still had the same familiar smell when it was shot!

The gunshots of the G36C are not as fast and light as M4, nor as violent as the AK rifle. They are just low and stable. As the shells continue to spit out, the body in front of them keeps falling down. The militants facing the fire light could not even tell which side of the darkness in front of them fell to the ground.

The NATO snipers on the hillside were helpless since the tank was started to transfer. Their 7.62mm bullets had no power to such a car body, but they saw a heroic figure rushing up to solve the king of war?!

Although the US soldiers have such combat skills in the textbooks of Soviet tanks, they only fight with each other when they are absolutely necessary. For the NATO contractor, it is really difficult to take the initiative to do such a desperate thing!

This time they finally saw from the firelight and scope that it was the military doctor who had always been inconspicuous, greedy and cheap?!

The IS army, which had just improved a little, was completely beaten back again, and the Kurdish women on the other side cheered loudly in the gunfire again!

Regardless of the slightest cheer, will it stimulate the IS army to fight the beasts!

Buck pulled out the new magazine in the photography vest to replace the injured rifle, looked vigilantly at the sight of flames flying everywhere in front of him, and turned to find that six or seven Kurdish soldiers were following him with guns with absolute admiration and trust, among which there was even the young girl holding jewelry before.

That's OK!

Since such a small team of people followed him, Buck jumped out of the ravine and waved his hand and moved towards the other side of the sea of ​​fire. This was the direction facing the front of the armored vehicle. It was originally a hillside facing the town. It would be relatively difficult for the IS army to bypass this side. Now, when interspersed between the town and the IS army, they may be accidentally injured by their own people. So Buck led these people to quickly climb to the rocky hillside. He also saw the picnic embers of his five companions who had barbecued the lambs before. Buck lay down and chose to flip through the pile of ash. Sure enough, he found the tender lamb chops that he had not eaten before, turned over and found a big rock for himself to hide. He held the rifle and started gnawing the bones!

Reading requires learning and entertainment. Barker is not very good at this. He also needs to combine work and rest when fighting. Only when he is full can he have the energy to do things. More importantly, this can suppress himself at any time and not be too excited.

The young Kurdish warrior lay in admiration among the gravels and sand on the mountain. Buck was watched by several eyes and could not helplessly tear the lamb chops apart and piece them over: "Chew slowly... the taste is inside..."
Chapter completed!