The light suddenly lights up.

The nightly desert marching was definitely not that romantic. The dark blue sky was covered with diamond-like stars, as if it was empty, but the wind on the desert and wilderness was storming everywhere without restraint. The pickup truck that broke the two windows was completely moving in the whistling sound of the wind, and even Buck had to shrink his neck.

He didn't dare to leave the highway and go around the desert to avoid the gas station. Although there was GPS to locate his own route, Buck, who was not familiar with tropical deserts, desert combat and movement, felt that he should not try things he was not good at easily, and would rather use his familiar battles to solve the problem on the road.

So in the whistling wind, the difference between the road ahead and the deserts on both sides was barely distinguished. On the pickup truck without driving the lights, I saw something that seemed to be a bit dark on the side of the road. Suddenly, two flashlights lit up, accompanied by a series of Arabic questions!

This is the biggest headache. As a secret agent who is hiding through and hiding in the Arab region, Buck doesn’t understand Arabic!

The child squatted in the gap in front of the back seat and leaned his head and whispered: "Stop the car and ask who you are..."

Even if there is a small translator, Buck doesn't know how to answer. The crappy response that barely imitates the voice will only increase suspicion. Now all he can do is to slow down the car in a normal manner, take the initiative to meet the two flashlights, let the other party shine the light on his face freely, and the bullet hole that was applied with sand and chewing gum does not look very obvious at this moment. When the other party might have barely seen that there was only one person in the car, Buck had already stopped the car steadily, pushed open the driver's door, and mixed Russian with only a few Turkmenistan sentences: "Brother! Something happened... Something happened... I didn't hear the explosion?" There was an Arabic word in the middle, brother, who I just learned temporarily.

The other party shouted in Arabic, maybe he was asking Buck not to get off the bus, or continued to ask who he was, but Buck's multilingual mixed speech is the most popular "pidgin" in the entire eastern Syria to the Kurdish region of Iraq. Because various forces intervened here, Muslims from all over the world participated, as if this way of speaking was the most normal, the other party changed his English: "Can you speak English?"

Buck Ξ cooperated rashly, but anxiously danced and gestured. If it were Russian, he occasionally made two or three English words: "Bomb! Reka City was bombed, do you know? Brother, the entire city has been bombed over there..." His hands kept gesturing and pointing to the direction he came.

Buck, who has rich experience in vanguards, understands the other party's psychology best at this time.

He also worked as a checkpoint sentry contractor serving NATO in Iraq. The people guarding the checkpoint are most afraid of opening fires without saying a word, so he is most vigilant when facing an unknown vehicle, but after seeing that there is no danger, his guardianship will slide down!

A person, empty-handed, anxious and incoherent "like".

These elements made the other party stand up from the fortification piled up from the fortification on the side of the road driver's seat. The flashlight was still locked on Buck, but it was not that fierce. Occasionally, the flashlight light on Buck's face also allowed Buck's pupil to see clearly. A flat anti-aircraft machine gun was mounted on the fortification. The 12.7mm caliber bullet tear the pickup truck to pieces without any effort. Any vehicle that wanted to suddenly attack and fire, including light armored vehicles, would be knocked into a hornet's nest, while a sand bag of more than half a person high can defend against most gun bullets.

A militant yawned and elbowed on the fortification, while another was carrying a rifle and walked out. In the stone house behind, there was a sleepy guy leaning against the door with a gun and leaning against the door.

Buck got off the bus and stood completely in front of the other side without any cover. His movements and jumping meant that there was no gun inside the light robe on his body. He was anxious and seemed to think that the red and white plaid scarf covered his mouth and nose and spoke unhappy. Buck even pulled down the scarf and shouted on his chin: "It's explosive! Many people have died, I'm going to pull the medicine..."

He was not a white face, but his Mongolian appearance reduced the threat again. He spread his hands to face the guy who had already walked in front of him, holding a pack of cigarettes in his right hand but threw it at the guy who was on the fortification bag.

Muslims ban alcohol but cannot ban smoking, while the IS army even banned cigarettes. This is said to be a very controversial thing within the IS army. After all, fundamentalism that emphasizes control desires, but can constantly rob women and designate who is his wife. Not to mention that Islam originally emphasized peace, but now it kills people and plunders at will. The IS army also uses these reckless lifestyles to attract foreigners to participate online, so this is just a trick to deceive others and deceive oneself. So Buck saw in the telescope that some sentries were actually smoking secretly in the car or in the corner.

Sure enough, the guy with his elbows on the sand and mud bag smiled and pulled away the flashlight and reached out to pick it up!

Buck's hands did not shake, and he controlled well at a distance of three or five meters. He would never get it when he stood in the sand and mud. He leaned over and turned out half of his body, and almost went to pick up the bag of three or five cigarettes with his head facing the sky.

The militants who were already standing next to Buck heard the laughter of their companions. Buck's hand was not in the light of his flashlight and could not see clearly. He turned to look at his companions.

At this moment, these two sentries completely lost their guard!

Buck was still clamoring: "There is an explosion over there..." The scene of keeping empty hands and closing the car door again makes people believe that he is not threatening, but the smoke threw the cigarette and waved it to the top of the pickup truck, cut a hole with a small axe, and a Browning powerful pistol attached to the pair of tape, and he pulled it out, and directly knocked the gunman in front of him with two shots at a very close distance!

The flashlight landed instantly!

The guy who leaned over to pick up cigarettes was still in the sky, subconsciously trying to hide, but he couldn't control his body even after turning over. Buck held the pistol in both hands and took a big step forward to shoot!

The most difficult thing in pistol shooting is to move forward shooting, because the aiming baseline of the pistol is too short, and a slight move will cause a large error in the warhead. Therefore, keep the upper body straight, hold the pistol arm tightly with the left and right hands to form a stable triangle, and take the lower body by stroking forward. The rear foot is absolutely perpendicular to the body. Pulling the trigger is always fired when the rear foot is exactly perpendicular!

These movements are simple to say. If you want to be exactly the same when shooting, it requires a lot of practice to form physical memory!

Fortunately, the difficulty was reduced a little bit at less than ten meters. Buck shot two consecutive double-combos, and two of them hit the gunman standing by the door. The gunman who had not yet completely woken up from his sleep was shot in the chest and head!

At this time, Buck had already rushed to the side of the sand and mud, shouting: "Get out! Get out! Lean on the ground!" The muzzle of the pistol was almost face-to-face. The gunman who wanted to get up to grab the sand and mud also subconsciously pinched the cigarette box in one hand, which was beyond Buck's expectations.

A dull bang!

The cigarette exploded!

The gunman's entire palm broke and was covered in blood!

In amazement, Buck's trigger had been pulled, and those eyes had not seen the tragic situation of his palm, and his head exploded!

Buck was determined not to look at the results of the battle. He threw away the pistol, grabbed the AK rifle on the sand and mudbag, and his right index finger habitually checked the speed and slow machine on the continuous shooting. The door of the body had just slipped down and bounced open. Several figures rushed out. One of them could not wait to shoot at the pickup truck. He rushed out of the room, or the person who had just woken up from his sleep had simply judged the wrong direction.

This made Buck unhurried in pulling the trigger of the rifle!

Bang bang bang bang...

A series of continuous shooting!

With one hand, he made an empty magazine at the door, and his left hand was fumbled on the sand and soil bag to look for the magazine, but one quietly rose next to him. Achika, with the unique game of the child, was excited, lying on the ground and pleasing to Buck with a magazine!
Chapter completed!