Isabel had just rolled away diagonally, and several dull explosions followed one after another, smoke and dust rose from the vicinity of the adobe house, and mud from the blown up earthen walls was flying everywhere, and the armed robbers beside the sand and bushes on the opposite side could not break through the defense line for a long time, and also lost several people one after another, and the remaining robbers threw several fragmentation grenades together!

When they first set out to attack the desert oasis, these armed robbers did not expect that this desert oasis was such a hard bone to gnaw, when they came out of the hidden nest in the desert, they saw an anti-aircraft machine gun with them, and only brought a small number of grenades, the armed robbers felt that it was a waste to use RPG bazooka in the desert oasis, that thing was against armored vehicles, and it was not easy to use it on the walls of thick adobe bungalows built with sand, and with anti-aircraft machine guns to press the formation at high places, Defeating the Desert Oasis tribes is easy!

The armed robbers who rushed to kill the front line also had a certain degree of organization and discipline, and they could not attack the oasis and run back, and the anti-aircraft machine guns on the sand dunes would also fire mercilessly, and the original plan was to use the anti-aircraft machine guns to knock out the tribal fighters who climbed onto the roofs of the flat houses.

Seeing that the sun had risen high after spending a lot of time, and the scorching sun was scorching these cats in the sand, they felt that this was not the only way to do it, but to sacrifice the last magic weapon, which was to throw out the few grenades on their bodies and blow up a gap and force their way into the oasis!

When several armed robbers threw out grenades to blow up gray and yellow sand, on the sand dunes a few hundred meters away, two off-road vehicles and a pickup truck carrying anti-aircraft machine guns stopped on the sand dunes, and a dozen or so armed robbers dressed in various colors, pants and scarves covering their faces, relying on three vehicles, were holding guns and staring at the oasis.

A stout man in a desert yellow digital camouflage scarf, with a pistol hanging from his waist with a tactical belt of the same color, several loaded magazines in the pistol magazine pocket, and cheap sandals on his feet like everyone else, stood next to the hood of an SUV and watched the battle in the oasis with a telescope.

Seeing that the grenade explosion did not achieve the expected effect, the muscles on the wrists of the big man rolled up his sleeves were tangled, and he pulled off the gauze scarf that covered his face and put it around his neck, showing a face with a strong sense of protrusion like a stone carving, although he still looked like a proper Arab, and he was about forty years old, but his pupils showed a light yellow color?

Dahan threw the telescope to an armed bandit beside him, opened the door of the off-road vehicle, took out a flat metal canned box, opened the easy buckle on the canned box, and put his thick fingers with gray and black hairs into the can, and took out a pickled pepper phoenix claw with a slightly yellow color with sauce, and stuffed it into his mouth without looking at it, regardless of the sand particles on his fingers.

"Yes, it's really good, I heard that you can't eat more of this thing, well, whoever loves it, whoever takes it!"

While speaking in pure Arabic, Dahan shook the can in his hand, and found that no one was "interested" in this thing, Dahan snorted coldly and thought about it: It's not bad, as the commander of a defeated army, the people below are quite interesting, no! Now I'm the leader of the feared desert robbers in the desert, and I must get the things in this oasis, otherwise I will lose a lot this time, and there will be too many people to lose!

After making up his mind, the leader of the armed bandits in the desert stopped in the air with a wave of his arm with one hand, and the two shooters operating the anti-aircraft machine guns in the back compartment of the pickup truck next to him adjusted the loading anti-aircraft machine guns to the high and low firing angles, and pointed the muzzle of the guns diagonally down to the oasis a few hundred meters, and after waiting for the leader to lower his arms, he chose the opportunity to cover and shoot to support the armed robbers near the oasis.

The main and deputy anti-aircraft machine gun shooters were waiting for not the leader's arm to be lowered, but a few words from his mouth.

"Shoot two flares, and tell them to attack with all their might two more times before they can get out of the fight! We shoot with anti-aircraft machine guns for cover! The main direction of the assist is based on the impact point, and the manpower in several other places is stepping up the attack, and those dirt buns can't be pulled out to reinforce it! ”

Following the words of the leader of the robbers, two flares were shot into the sky with pistols, and the machine gun shooter, who was about to shoot, hesitated and did not fire.

It has been a long time since this ruthless leader, and only a few of his old fritters who have not hung up really understand that the leader must be staring at the acacia tree at the west entrance of the oasis, and anyone with a discerning eye knows that it is the focus of contention, and the big tree is the commanding height near the scattered adobe houses, as long as he fights the barrage, many of the accomplices gathered there will scream and rush forward, and then when those tribal warriors come out and fight back, they can only take the form of indiscriminate attacks, I don't know how these accomplices who joined later were killed

The leader saw the armed robbers with guns around him with unbearable eyes, he knew what they were thinking, the raised arm slowly fell, and his tone turned to a stern low roar: "I'm afraid of ghosts, as long as we attack the oasis and get something, all those fools are worth dying, high-altitude shooter, listen to my command, target the acacia tree on the west side, fire!" ”

"Tong Tong Tong Tong"

The anti-aircraft machine guns on the pickup truck finally burst into bursts of blue-black smoke (the light was too strong during the day to be visible), and a long barrage of barrage was fired at the acacia trees on the west side of the oasis

"Phew!"

Isabelle, who was lying on her side, raised her head, threw away the black-framed glasses that had been seriously deformed from her nose, spit out a mouthful of sand in her mouth, and listened to the sound of the nearby firefights in her ears, Isabel shook her head, her face was covered with sand and dust, which made her feel very uncomfortable, after turning over her body and shaking her head, she stood up against the dirt wall with a little slow movement, and after a little inspection, she found that her body was only grazed by grenade fragments, and fortunately left a few bloody wounds on her thighs and arms, The original beige color of the expedition uniform became a beggar's outfit, and the AK assault rifle was still on the body because of the gun belt, but two magazines in the pocket were missing.

Isabel was looking around, and was pleasantly surprised to find two magazines half-buried in the sand, and just as she was about to reach out and pick up the magazines, she heard the dull sound of firearms different from assault rifles.

"Made, it's an anti-aircraft machine gun, they finally can't help it, the acacia tree on the west side of the oasis!"

Isabel shouted and cursed loudly in Arabic, and after sorting out the guns and ammunition at a fast speed, she leaned back against an adobe wall with her gun, and noticed that the shock wave and shrapnel of the grenade explosion just now only slightly injured a few Tuareg tribesmen, and the big men didn't care about dealing with the bloody wounds on their bodies after the grenade exploded, and still stubbornly held AK47 everywhere to fire back at the armed robbers near the sand pile, and those armed robbers never ventured out to attack after the anti-aircraft machine gun cover shooting began!

Isabel understood that it was time to leave here to reinforce the tribal leaders on the west side, the robbers here would only shoot here to hold back shots, and a few Tuareg men had no problem holding the line, carrying a gun and making a simple gesture to tell a Tuareg man that she had to withdraw, and after receiving an affirmative answer, Isabel paid attention to dodging stray bullets and carrying a gun around the adobe walls of the adobe house.

Seeing that Song Xiaoshuang was still raising his arms as just now, the scarlet blood was still flowing into the little girl's body along the infusion hose, the little girl's complexion at this time seemed to be much better than just now, the red and black wound on the right lung seemed to have stopped the bleeding, looking at Isabel coming over, the little girl opened her lips and wanted to speak but was unsuccessful, Isabel quickly shook her head and signaled her not to move.

The attentive Isabel was a little suspicious, how did the smoke and dust from the explosion just now not affect Song Xiaoshuang and the little girl?

Because there was no dust raised by the shock wave within a two-meter radius of the two of them, an obvious oval circle was formed, and inside the circle was the old sand and dust, and outside the circle was the newly covered dust.

Isabel was still thinking about it, and saw that Song Xiaoshuang had already pulled out the infusion set needle on the little girl's wrist, and didn't care that there was still an infusion set hanging on her arm, and the bright red blood dripped down the needle in the sand, first of all, her finger released a subtle blue-white arc of light, which was close to the little girl's wrist!

At the moment when the little girl wrinkled her forehead, the high-temperature arc had already branded the pinhole on her wrist with a thin gray-white scar, and then Song Xiaoshuang ripped off the infusion set hanging from her wrist, and in the same way, the opening on the much larger blood vessel was branded with a scar along with the skin.

Isabel no longer thinks that Song Xiaoshuang is a normal person, did not expect that he would instantly stop the pinhole bleeding in such a way, seeing that the blue-white arc disappeared, Isabel spoke quickly in Chinese: "What now, you haven't taken out the warhead in her lungs, how long can your ability support?" Otherwise, she still can't be saved, and we have to get to the acacia tree on the west side as soon as possible, the armed robbers have already used anti-aircraft machine guns, and if we don't rush to reinforcements, the breakthrough will probably be opened by the robbers"

Song Xiaoshuang didn't seem to hear what Isabel said, and after signaling Isabel to stand farther away and not affect him to continue to rescue, Song Xiaoshuang took away the palm that had been covering the little girl's chest and did not move the position, and gently helped the little girl up and leaned on him, and the palm of his hand quickly attached to the little girl's back.

The strange situation that made Isabel almost stunned immediately appeared, at the moment when Song Xiao's palms were close to the little girl's back, a small-caliber bullet warhead deformed and wrapped in black blood stains suddenly flew on the trunk of a tamarix tree opposite and bounced and rolled down at Isabel's feet, the little girl's whole body twitched, and her little face was deformed in pain, and she rushed out of the blood hole in the lungs of the bullet, and after rushing out a black and sticky thick blood stained the sand and soil beside her, there was no further blood outflow.

"Isabel, the last procedure is over, hurry over and stretch out your arms!"

Song Xiaoshuang showed a weird smile on his face, and his voice was soft, Isabel was still in shock, hearing Song Xiaoshuang's "polite" voice, she walked to Song Xiaoshuang and the little girl and stretched out an arm a little ignorantly, she didn't know what Song Xiaoshuang was going to do next!

Song Xiaoshuang pulled Isabel's arm with his left hand, rudely ripped off a sleeve of his arm, and brought his white and fleshy arm closer to the little girl's mouth, while the other palm emitted a blue-white jumping arc light, and the palm was imprinted on the wound on the little girl's right lung.

"Ahh Damn Song Xiaoshuang, I really should have kicked your ass in half."

Isabel couldn't stop roaring, and when she felt the little girl open her mouth and bite her arm muscles tightly, she realized that Song Xiaoshuang was so nonsensical, it hurt to be bitten, and she was not a robot!