By midnight, Abbas was ready, having just executed most of his captives, leaving only four men, three missile experts, and the other, Lieutenant General Choi. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info At this time, the four of them were already frightened, and they didn't even need to be scolded by Daesh's people, so they obediently followed the instructions.

He was already about to leave, but suddenly Abbas was a little uneasy and ran to see Wahadullah again. At this time, Wahadullah, who was seeing a doctor to bandage the injured Chinese, did not seem to be aware of Abbas's arrival.

Abbas stood behind Wahadura, was silent for a while, and then said, "Wahadullah, let me replace you......"

"Abbas, you should go, if you don't go, you won't be there before dawn. ”

"Wahadura!"

Wahadura turned around, looked at Abbas, and suddenly hugged him: "Abbas, my brother, we grew up together, I want you to know that in my heart, you have long been my brother." Go ahead, do as the messenger says, remember my words, no matter what happens, the task comes first, remember this phrase. ”

"I understand Wahadura, but ......"

"Are you questioning the emissary?"

"No, no, I don't dare, I'm just worried about you!"

"There's nothing to worry about, you said, I'm Daesh's most outstanding fighter. Wahadura smiled and said, "See you tomorrow morning." ”

Seeing that Wahadullah had made up his mind, Abbas said no more, nodded, and turned to leave.

Wahadullah arrived at the door of the winery, watched them disappear, and then returned to look at the few remaining men, and two masked warriors put a black cloth bag on Wang Siming's head, knocked him unconscious with a knife, and carried it to one of the three wagons at the back door of the winery.

"Let's go too. Wahadullah gave the order, and all the fighters got into the car, but their direction was opposite to that of Abbas and the others. The place they were going to was another town occupied by the Daesh group, and while there was nothing wrong with doing so, it was incomprehensible that they could have set off together and then proceed separately.

Wahadullah personally drove the car, and in this car, only he and Wang Siming were the only ones, and the missiles were all in the other two cars, one in front of the other and one behind the other. The body is painted with the logo of the Red Cross, and from the outside, it looks like a supply truck.

The three-vehicle convoy made it out of town unharmed, on potholes.

In the vast sandstorm, it seemed that the three cars would be submerged at any time. As far as the eye can see, there are occasional decomposing corpses, including refugees starving to death on the road, and hapless ghosts killed by 'black eats black'.

None of this can affect Wahadura, because it's all too common. In a country at war, this is far from tragic.

The car in front of him stopped suddenly, but Wahadullah didn't seem surprised, and stopped the car as well. Seeing this, the car behind also stopped. The occupants of the car got down with their guns in their hands, and just after taking two steps, they threw themselves straight forward, and their heads rolled like footballs into the trenches by the roadside, and their heads were separated.

Wahadura didn't move, he turned on the headlights to the brightest. Taking off his coat, the light could see that he was covered in explosives, and Wahadura got out of the car and opened the back compartment, which was also full of explosives.

"Please come out. ”

A black-robed man walked out of the darkness, and at the same time, the survivors in the other two cars also approached Wahadura.

"You can see I'm fake?" The black-robed man pulled off his mask, revealing a face that was obviously Asian, and laughed, "How do you see that?"

"I'm not sure either. Wahadullah said calmly: "But I am always vigilant, because even if it is a real messenger, I cannot fully trust it. It's a pleasure to meet you, Ryujiu. ”

"You know my name?"

"I served in the special forces of Saudi Arabia and served as a logistics officer in the peacekeeping force, so I know about you. Wahadura smiled and said, "If I had a choice, I would not be your enemy." ”

"I just need the person behind you, give him to me, and I won't care about anything else. ”

"I'm sorry, I can't trust you. Wahadullah said, "I can assure you that I will hand over the people to you when I reach the next town." ”

"I'm sorry, I can't trust you either. Ah Jiu said dryly.

Wahadura looked deeply at Ah Jiu, and suddenly stepped back and jumped into the van, while the others also pulled the trigger. Three AK-47s swept towards Ah Jiu, who seemed to have been prepared, his body was short, he dodged all the bullets, and the sight distance in the dark was very short, and he soon disappeared without a trace.

The three Daesh warriors looked at each other, and as soon as one of them had pulled out a spare magazine and replaced it, footsteps sounded in the darkness, and he immediately followed the sound of his gun.

The footsteps stopped, and then fell silent again.

Wahadura put a knife against Wang Siming's neck, looking around vigilantly, and suddenly he shouted: "Long Jiu, please believe me, when I get to the next town, I will definitely hand over the people to you!"

There was silence in the darkness, and all that answered him was the whirring wind.

A Daesh warrior slowly moved his steps to get to the car, but his hand touched the door handle when suddenly a dagger reached out in the darkness and plunged neatly into his throat, killing him before he could make a sound.

"Hey, Wahab, hurry up and get moving!"

"Got it!"

The sound of 'Wahab' sounded, but the car did not move. The two Daesh warriors looked at each other, nodded to Wahadura, and walked to the front of the car together, Wahadulla also picked up Wang Siming, and the whole person hid behind him, holding down the remote control tightly.

Suddenly, the car moved, but instead of driving forward, it was reversing, and Wahadura was caught off guard and rolled off the car with Wang Siming. Wahadullah knew that it was not good, and subconsciously pressed the remote control, but he didn't want his arm to hurt, and the dagger that appeared in the darkness unloaded his entire arm.

Wahadullah snorted, subconsciously reached out to cover his wound, and kicked him again in the darkness, kicking him into the wheels.

Ah Jiu ripped off the explosives from Wang Siming's body, threw it next to Wahadura, kicked Wang Siming awake again, snatched a gun from the dead man's hand and handed it to him. Wahadura looked at them, and Ah Jiu looked at him too.

"What I said is true, I came to save this kid, you should believe me. ”

Wahadura endured the pain, and his face, which looked a little pale due to excessive blood loss, barely managed to squeeze out a smile: "What I said is also true, why don't you believe me?"

"Trust always has to start with someone first, you see how good it is now, you believe me, right?"

"You're going to pay the price. Wahadullah said weakly.

"Since you say so, then I can only kill you. Ah Jiu picked up another gun from the ground and pointed it at Wahadura's head, and just as he hooked the trigger, but in an instant, Vahadulla suddenly slapped it hard somewhere on the tire of the car. Ah Jiu's eyes froze, and he kicked Wang Siming into the trench next to him, and then jumped in.

Explosions rang out almost simultaneously, and the entire car was blown to pieces. The dust that splashed up almost filled the trench.

After the explosion, everything was quiet again. (To be continued.) )