After a while, a shot of stimulant injection was inserted, and then the female soldier deliberately stabbed the wound and woke up from the wound pain. She struggled to open her eyes, lying on the ground and looking up at Buck, who was like an iron tower.

At this time, Buck, the German desert camouflage uniform covered with mud, dust and smoke, high-top tactical scout boots covered under his trouser legs, and the latest trendy FAST combat OPSCORE helmet in the United States. The sides of the helmet were covered with communication earmuffs, local lighting, IR lights for enemy identification, flip night vision, and a Christmas tree-like helmet with bright yellow Oakley tactical sunglasses. A short-distance diving respirator mask was almost complete

The face was covered, and the trachea was connected to the large compressed oxygen cylinder on the back of the tactical vest. The tactical vest filled with thick bulletproof boards was almost hung in front of the tactical vest. It was matched with a spare grenade under the armpit, and the Ruger silenced pistol inserted diagonally on the chest. In addition to a P226 combat pistol, it was a small first aid kit that was almost surrounded by a circle. The medical kit and communicator on the back strengthened the burly feeling of a tiger-back and bear-back waist, which was murderous!

This may be the first impression that the only living person was awakened by a collision and saw this man.

Then the four or five female soldiers standing around him were dressed almost the same, but their military uniforms were slightly large and they looked a little bloated. Their eyes, which were not wearing sunglasses, were exposed above the mask, and their eyes could almost spit out flames at the prisoner.

Buck seemed to be full of disdain for the wounded in front of him, and then kicked him hard again when he met him. This time, he kicked the other party's waist and abdomen. With a muffled groan, his body was about to break and his bow turned into a shrimp, and he could only retching with pain!

Just as Buck speculated, this guy who had tried his best to survive in the past one or two hours still wanted to survive. Even in this situation, he still raised one arm with difficulty and tried to stop him. He barely spoke in English: "No, no! Stop... Stop..."

Buck lowered, and because of the large amount of equipment on his body, he could not even squat. He could only kneel in front of this blood-filled guy and fiercely in English: "You guy who betrayed Allah... we will let you know how difficult it is to die!"

Sure enough, the contraction and reaction of the other party's pupils once again confirmed that the H of the other party's ears was not deaf when the examination of the other party's ears in the cellar just now, at least his hearing loss, but he could still hear some sounds.

As long as you take advantage of the other person's coma, pinch your mouth and nose and listen carefully to the sound of air flow in your ears, it means that the eardrum has not been completely broken.

Regardless of the other party's stammering resistance, Buck unceremoniously dragged the collar of the other party's sportswear towards the high hill.

As the wounded gradually circumvented the hillside, the stones on the ground, the edges of the steps, and the corners of the building houses hit the wound. The wounded, who had been fainting and unable to faint, could not faint, could see the battlefield that had just been brutally killed one or two hundred meters away, was revealed in front of him. I guess he was really afraid of being beaten. The IS army militants who fled far away left the corpses all over the ground, and the tragic situation was everywhere. The gunshots on the city walls that began to shoot the wounded with telescopes and sniper rifles. The castle that might have a very strong position in the IS army was obviously controlled here.

Buck dragged the wounded past the mosque, and more than a dozen female soldiers were praying and singing loudly on the smooth ground of the mosque. The re-activated generator drove the radio to start playing the jihad songs in Arabic!

Looking at all the wounded in front of me, I couldn't help but wonder!

Anyone would have to be confused...

Including those fully armed female soldiers just now, most of the Kurdish female soldiers wearing various turbans were obviously Arab women. The skillful chanting of scriptures proved that they were also Muslims.

Looking at this battlefield, except for a very small number of military instructors and intelligence personnel from major powers, all of them are Muslims. The difference is between Shiite and Sunni Muslims, secular countries and fundamental extremist sects, and between Kurds and IS troops and Syrian government forces are killing each other.

I can't guess whether I know who was suddenly attacking the castle before this only cellar. The Kurdish female soldiers who kept screaming should be very famous on this battlefield. I wonder if those guys who were smoky to death had they judged who these female soldiers were before they died.

So now we must show that we are attacking here, not some national army, and Buck deliberately shows his well-equipped equipment, and there is a bit of a mysterious taste.

Looking at the various corpses along the way and the battlefields in the distance, the extreme separatists who should have come from China will have a question mark in their minds, guessing who is the sacred one.

If a person with a strong survival is question mark in his mind, he will not want to die. At least in his firm extreme thoughts, he will want to figure out whether it is a bit unfair if he is a Muslim now and is a generous death.

This can be felt from his tightening of the hoho ho ho ho ho.

"It happened to be outside the gate of the mosque. Two figures appeared almost immediately next to the mosque, which was from the place where the prisoners were imprisoned. Gulisa and an aunt dragged the body of the religious envoy of the extreme sect shot by Buck. They passed by with some difficulty. They seemed to accidentally see Buck's bloody body dragging on him, and casually said: "Do you want to kill him too?"

The large amount of blood deliberately sprinkled on the wall at the door of the prisoner's backyard seemed to be a slaughterhouse!

As long as you have witnessed the cruel scene of killing people with bare hands and beheading with sharp blades that the IS army likes the most, anyone will be deeply impressed. If you don’t treat others as human beings, you will naturally think that you will suffer the same treatment.

Buck obviously felt his dragging body trembling involuntarily, but the words of begging for mercy to stop him stopped. Maybe at this time he would just hope to die cleanly.

His voice was rude and disdainful: "Kill? It's not that easy. So many people died before they caught these guys. They had to use a knife to dry the blood, scrape the slices off and hurt for several days before they could die..."

Gulisa, who only showed her eyes with her mask, obviously has the natural acting skills of a woman: "You just hate those Afghan guys so much?"

The aunt was responsible for staying curious and asked Gulisa in Arabic: "What did you say?"

The purpose of adding this supporting role is to allow Gulisa to reasonably convert it to Arabic after talking to Buck English. God knows how much vocabulary this guy has in English, but he definitely knows Arabic, but Buck doesn't.

At least two languages ​​must be guaranteed. Gulisa relayed Buck's response to the aunt who looked like a female soldier commander: "Of course! Those trash from the northern mountainous areas can do nothing now. Their al-Qaeda is outdated! They can no longer keep up with this era. They have to rely on us to do counterfeit money and drug business in the south and Pakistan, India to support them! These stupid guys actually want to bypass us and cooperate with the IS army! Then damn it! I'm going to kill them all!"

At this time, Buck was so angry that he took off his sunglasses and masks and cursed him so much that he finally showed his face in front of the wounded. At first glance, he looked like the Central Asian style of Mongolian with a little curly hair. It was completely different from the Arab nations in this area. He looked exaggerated and angry, but he looked very similar to those militant leaders who thought he was the best in the world!
Chapter completed!