Chapter 1: Survival

Kobani, Syria's most important city, is a key city on the border between the two countries.

This Middle Eastern border town is not prosperous, but at least it is a small town for people to survive, but since the beginning of the war, the whole of Syria has been caught in a storm of terror.

The Isis army galloped across Syria, sacked town after town, and did countless evil things, why every time the troops and local forces arrived, the group of people burrowed like rats, leaving only scarlet and ruins all over the ground.

Thousands of miles of yellow sand, thousands of miles of lonely graves, and corpses all over the field, this scene is like the end of the world.

Everywhere there were scrawny and scarred fleeing people, their frightened, helpless eyes that made people shudder.

Isis only captures the elderly, the weak, women and children, because women can give birth, children can be absorbed, and the elderly can be used as human bombers.

In such a sand-covered and wailing area, countless rebel forces from all over the world, or local self-organized armed groups, are roaming to save this disintegrated justice.

Kobani was a supply base for troops from outside the country, but today, this stronghold was besieged, because of the lack of satellite coverage, the elusive ISIS surrounded the city, first dropped a large number of long-range weapons to blow up all the civilians, originally thinking of driving straight into the harvest of the spoils.

But unexpectedly, it was counterattacked from within the city.

The bullets from the sniper rifle silently blasted through the air, killing an ISIS riding on a horse who tried to rush into the city first.

One companion was killed suddenly, and did not stop the other charging ISIS until the second, third, fourth people fell.

They finally stopped, looking for cover in the wilderness.

"What the hell, they actually raided here?" On the walls of Kobani, a bearded man in a military uniform with a black line of hat cursed in Arabic.

There were also two other men wearing camouflage uniforms beside him, but different from the style on his body, also full of beards, although they were gray-headed, but they could already detect the scars on one of their faces, and the other was evil.

Wang Luo and wild dogs, they have been in Syria for more than two months, although the temperature in Syria is not too low in winter, but the dry climate conditions have made the cold dry, a little biting.

In the past two months, Wang Luo first followed the peacekeeping forces of South Korea and China to wander around one stronghold after another, saving countless people along the way, and also experienced several armed conflicts, all of which crushed the other party, because of the gap in equipment, as well as the accurate marksmanship of wild dogs, and Wang Luo's tyrannical grenades.

I don't know if entering this kind of war environment will completely release the evil in people's hearts, when Wang Luo faced those living enemies, watching them being blown apart, there was no fluctuation in his heart, and he seemed to have a feeling of excitement.

As if addicted, Wang Luo began to appreciate killing, so he began to sweep around with his troops, catching supplies from the United States and China, saving people and killing people along the way.

Today is the place where the peacekeepers will go to another place to gather, and Wang Luo was supposed to go too, but because another group of Kurdish allies in the city could not enter the assembly point, Wang Luo simply stayed in the city, and nothing happened anyway.

However, the good spirits are not good spirits, but they were attacked by sneak attacks.

The armed forces in the city, including Wang Luo and wild dogs, were only twelve people, and five of them were wounded.

And those figures a few hundred meters away from the yellow sand, when you look at it, there are at least a few hundred people in an endless area.

"Ninety-six." Wang Luo shot with a sniper rifle on his expressionless face, whispered, and then rolled around the city wall full of loess to find another gathering point, where wild dogs were more than ten meters away from Wang Luo.

The bearded Middle Eastern man with a black line hat fired a shot on the spot, turned his head and said to Wang Luo, "I'm already a hundred." ”

"It's too early anyway." Wang Luo hooked the corners of his mouth, his eyes flashed bloodthirsty, and the scope was fixed on the neck of another enemy.

"Musa, the enemy seems to be retreating." Wild dogs shouted.

Musa, a man from the Middle East, looked through a telescope, "Evacuated to the west, they want to swim and attack from the flank." ”

Although Isis is an outlaw, he also cherishes his life, because if he dies, he will lose one, and it will take many years to cultivate such extremists.

In the face of a sniper rifle, a single hit of several hundred meters kills, everyone knows that they can't attack strongly, even if they attack it, when they climb to the city wall, the sniper will run away without a trace, and the gains outweigh the losses.

And they are mainly here to plunder resources, not desperately.

A guerrilla force like Isis had horses and cars, so it was highly mobile and must have run faster than a man.

Seeing them detouring, Musa and Wang Luo put sniper rifles on their backs, grabbed a rope and jumped off the wall more than four meters high, and rushed to the jeep not far away.

Wild dogs start their cars and go wild in the city that has just been blown up by rockets and has not yet been extinguished.

Musa took the walkie-talkie to contact the other armed men in the city.

"When is it, it still depends on the girl." Musa finished shouting the walkie-talkie, turned her head to look at Wang Luo holding the DV in her hand and smiling obscenely, on the screen, one after another **** beauties soaked in water were saying something to the screen, looking beautiful and happy.

Musa didn't understand, Wang Luo always smirked at these women, or the same image, not like the demon who killed people without blinking, but more like a wife and slave.

"Of course you don't understand a man who sleeps with a corpse, but I have a wife." Wang Luo grinned, kissed Lin Yun'er on the screen, and carefully put the DV in the backpack of the jeep, for fear of getting dirty.

"Woman, be happy in time, maybe I'll die one day." Musa laughed.

"I can't." Wang Luo clenched the sniper rifle in his hand, and his deep eyes patrolled the buildings in the city through the dazzling sunlight.

The face full of dust and stubble does not make a woman handsome, nor does it have the heroism when her face was full of beard at the beginning, but at the moment she is more like a middle-aged man who is a little embarrassed, guarding a beloved expectation and making a living.

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