When Xia Shang woke up, he had a splitting headache, and his face suddenly felt hot, as if he had been burned by fire.

When he raised his hand, he felt that there was still dried blood on his face.

Before he came to the Middle East, even though he knew that this was a place where the world had been rioting, he could not imagine what it would be.

As soon as he left the peacekeepers, he encountered a big riot, and the people of the small tribe fought with the local government with heavy firepower, and no one would ever remember the war here, and there were innocent people on the streets.

Here, the government exists like an underworld, corrupt, domineering, defending its position and territory in all kinds of implausible ways.

And those small tribes finally broke out after being oppressed by the local government a little bit.

During the riots, the people who received them suffered countless casualties, the lucky ones still had stumps, and the unfortunate ones did not even have the residues.

And Xia Shang crawled out of the pile of dead people, and his body was pressed with corpses, some of which were even only half-cut, and the scene made people can't help but be disgusted when they see it.

His body and clothes were full of blood stains that did not belong to him, and the smell made people frown when they smelled it, fishy, accompanied by the smell of gunpowder that had not yet completely dissipated, stinking.

Xia Shang remembered that he was stunned by a grenade that suddenly came over, and in this riot, he was lucky, because he reacted in time, but he was stunned, but he watched a child being shocked a few meters away, and the weapon of this riot was so powerful that he was surprised.

After the riots ended, the battlefield at the last moment, the funeral scene at the next moment, and on the road, many people hugged the remains of their loved ones and wept bitterly.

Almost couldn't help it, Xia Shang thought of Tian Yuan, who was far away from his hometown, and thought of the woman he loved the most.

Counting the time, Tian Yuan should have known about his death, but Xia Shang didn't dare to think about how his newlywed little wife should face such bad news alone.

And it was only when she lost her father and married herself that she would cry in the face of this sudden news, right? Will it be overwhelming? It's going to be desperate, right?

Xia Shang thought that Tian Yuan might have scolded herself for breaking her promise and said that she would go back to accompany her, but she still died.

However, Xia Shang told himself that no matter how far and tiring the road ahead was, he would always grit his teeth and go on, and he would not forget that he said that no matter how difficult it is, he will go back alive.

The mournful cries of the people have never been heard, and such a sound makes people feel like they are about to suffocate their hearts more than the sound of the cello.

Not far away, men in various costumes ran over with guns in their hands, watching their pace, fast and steady, but everyone's steps were different, just like their clothes, and their appearance made the whole street panic again.

Xia Shang saw through at a glance that the victory in the last war belonged to this group of tribal thugs, and their advanced and fierce weapons allowed them to win this victory.

"Ahh Run for your life!

"Help!"

"Mom~Mom~"

The men caught people when they saw them, as long as they were alive and all their limbs were intact, but they did not catch the old, the crippled, and the young, while the women, the strong and surviving men, were not spared.

Even though Xia Shang looked embarrassed, his height and momentum didn't give him time to hide at all, and he was exposed to their eyes at once.

"Go! Grab him for me and bring him back! ”

Over there, one of the strongest men pointed at Xia Shang and spoke in a dialect that Xia Shang didn't understand, Xia Shang somewhat guessed from his tone and expression that he was about to become their captive, and that he was a captive with no possibility of escaping.