In response to the more than two hours of smoked and grilled inexplicably, Buck finally decided to go down by himself.

Whether it is because this may involve China or if it cannot let several women risk their lives in front of them, Buck thinks he is the most suitable one.

Of course, his professional skills are also the most suitable. Not only did he wear a bulletproof vest, he also took off four bulletproof vests, two of which were tied in front of him and crossed them with wooden sticks to make shields. Two aunts carried the other two behind him with long sticks, swaying in front of him to prevent explosion air waves. Then he carefully picked up one pistol and entered the cellar.

The swaying bulletproof vest has a stronger protective power in theory than the one worn on the body. How to explain it physically, Buck doesn't understand. His experience comes from the lessons of blood and fire in battle.

One person was more than a wide person, and the cellar that was slightly lowered was even more difficult to see than the white mist just now. It was full of thick smoke. The three people wearing diving oxygen cylinder respirators and sealed goggles turned on the flashlight and felt that it was not much use. In the end, Buck chose to put down the night vision device.

But the corpses that appeared in the passage made them unable to settle down!

In the winding passage like a trench tunnel, Buck barely touched the wall with his gun. He was basically a solid earth and stone structure that was chiseled. The top of the top could also touch the plane reinforced by the stone slabs. Then the slope and steps were down. Before several turns, he could still touch the corpses on the ground, which showed signs of bleeding and residual limbs. It was obvious that the female soldiers said that they threw the grenade in and exploded. But then they went down, the explosion of the grenade would definitely not affect this place. When they met the corpses one after another, they had the temperature of the tentacles, but they reached out to grab the neck in pain and died!

Being smoked in it alive!

This discovery made the two aunts holding a long stick and bulletproof vest behind them take off their respirators and cheer. It would be great to kill these killers in such a cruel way.

Buck also felt much more relaxed, but he was just wary of pulling someone into the water before he died. He used the walkie-talkie to notify the outside to start fanning vigorously, send the breeze in to disperse the smoke inside, turn on the flashlight again, observe the situation in the tunnel cellar, and no longer move forward rashly.

The area I just passed by was basically a fanatical militants who originally planned to protect and block the attack. They might not have realized how harmful this thick smoke was until they died. However, the more they walked back, the more time the people behind them would die, and the more likely they would be to think about it. Buck had seen bombs under corpses more than once in Eastern Europe. Now, they would rather squat down and wait for a while. The battlefield had to be relaxed and relaxed.

After hearing his explanation, the two aunts suddenly supported the tactical vest against the wall. The three of them squatted there, slowly watching the smoke gradually becoming thinner. But Buck noticed the corpses on the ground. Most of the corpses of militants who had touched their hands before were dressed in black robes and tactical vests on the outside. Some of them wore headbands or wrapped turbans, which were all black, which looked quite exquisite as a guard. But now the corpse at his feet was wearing a gray cloth robe, a cashmere vest on the outside, and the most important thing was a felt hat on his head!

The round flat roof has a special shape that can be rolled up around it. In Buck's opinion, this is the popular wool felt hat in Pakistan and Afghanistan!

The two aunts also confirmed that, including the Kurds, the entire Syrian to the northern Iraqis would not wear such hats. In connection with the Afghan Pashto language in the previous chanting language, Buck seemed to have touched the core of the facts little by little, and was a little excited, but at this time it was more delicate. The more excited he was, the moment he lost his life was right in front of him.

Pull out the self-luminous plastic rod on the tactical vest, bend it a few times and twist it off the reacting material tube inside, and the brightness of the quiet green light spreads in your hand, and throws it down the ladder without any sound reaction, and there is not even a sound of things falling to the ground, but the faint light comes through.

Seeing that the smoke had dissipated, Buck finally started to get up again, and then turned on a bent infrared survival lamp, hung it on his body armor shield. When he slowly moved, the IR infrared light could neutralize the cold light in front of him, marking all kinds of blood, oil and sweat stains on the air and ground.

These things do not have these functions in the instructions, but just like ultraviolet lights can not only be used to verify counterfeit money, but also a powerful tool for forensic investigation sites. After two or three color light spectra are mixed, they can always react wavelengths to different materials (objects), which makes metal objects such as guns and other metals particularly conspicuous when Buck moves to observe!

You can even easily observe whether there are any cross-spanning trip ropes in the air.

The professional caution from military doctors may be the reason why Buck was able to survive until today in the mercenary business.

However, it may be that he overestimated the other party's insidiousness. As fewer and fewer corpses were found later, he was basically tragic in his throat and died, without any dangerous hidden weapons.

Finally, in a clearing of more than ten square meters, I finally saw a large number of corpses piled up in a row!

At this time, a lot of smoke in the cellar had dissipated, and the suffocating concentration was gradually weakening. The heat-induced temperature in the night vision device showed that some temperatures were just because the bodies were piled up and kept not dispersed. Buck finally breathed a sigh of relief, but he was a little regretful that he did not leave a living mouth. He began to call two aunts to withdraw and one person to drag the bodies out to search.

With the help of another aunt holding a flashlight gun, she began to clean up the bodies here, because at a glance, there were several pancake hats.

The outfit mixed with non-black robe is the focus of Buck's inspection.

There were too many corpses, thirty or forty piles together, almost without even the place to take their feet. Maybe someone else stepped over without hesitation, but Buck was a military doctor after all, dragging and cleaning the items in front of him, so he did not check what was at the end of the seemingly dark open space passage. Then, the moment he bent down and guessed something, suddenly, a figure seemed to jump from there, and the AK rifle in his hand had already sparked!

Really, it all depends on Buck bent over, and the corpses in front of him were piled up too high. The other party immediately chose the aunt who held the flashlight in his hand and illuminated the pile of corpses!

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There was no need to look back at the aunt's result. Subconsciously, Buck threw himself on the body in front of him, pulled down the last M84 grenade on the tactical vest with his right hand and bounced the safety clip and threw it over!

This time, Buck dragged the hand of the corpse next to him to wrap his head together!

Maybe if someone else had a creepy sense of resistance to the corpse, Buck felt that this was the most intimate thing!

There is no danger if your eyes are buried in a corpse. The key is to press your ears tightly!

He even pulled a body that was not cooled and pressed on his head!

It's just a two or three seconds delay.

The sound of fire shooting standing beside me is about 150 decibels...

And the M84 can produce a huge explosion of 170 decibels in an instant!

Although there was no shrapnel lethality, Buck's ears buzzed at the top of the mountain to get rid of the extremist religious elements who suddenly attacked.

But now it is in a small, basically confined space!

Here comes the sound of howitzer, coupled with the violent reflection and vibration of the sound waves on the thick wall...

Buck himself is afraid!
Chapter completed!