The armed group did not have too much strength to pursue Xiao Yuanchao and Xiao Hongjun, and they were entangled with the US army.

When Xiao Yuanchao was fighting with the militants in full swing, the US military watched the changes and watched the fight between the two sides; When the U.S. military chose to attack for the sake of the exoskeleton, Xiao Yuanchao hijacked a wheeled armored vehicle and left the battlefield, leaving the U.S. military and the armed organization to fight.

The wind on the battlefield changes too easily, because the main theme of the war in Basra is the battle between the American army and the militants. The two sides have been vying for dominance in Basra, and this battle for dominance has created a tug-of-war.

The south of the city is home to a large number of militants, and it is part of the slums of Basra, with complex and cumbersome housing structures, and the US military has been trying to control it. The militants, for their part, have not given up their attack and occupation of the northern part of Basra, which has more resources, whether it is medical care or the supply of food, water and terrain.

In simple terms, the US military occupies the best part of Basra, and all the militants have to do is drive out the invaders and occupy Basra.

The two sides are on the verge of fighting, and when the US military loses its air power, the militants will fight back.

As for Xiao Yuanchao, who was originally determined to kill, it suddenly became less important than the US military.

The biggest reason for this is Xu Haibo's withdrawal, which has changed the target of the militants' fighting, and continues to focus on confronting the US military.

The Stryker wheeled armored vehicle carried Xiao Hongjun and his son into the southern mountains with a roar, and advanced straight towards the Kurdish armed garrison.

In the Kurdish armed garrison, Du Baobao and his party were all hung high on stout wooden stakes. Their hands were tied behind their backs, and each of them had a clear brand on their faces, and their bodies were covered in the marks of the whipping.

It would be sunset, and the sun would have long since vanished, leaving only a faint glimmer of light that made the whole land appear vaguely dark. The fighting in the city of Basra is in full swing, which seems to confirm the saying that darkness is the best time for war.

The Kurdish forces have at least forty or fifty troops stationed here, and they take advantage of the mountainous terrain to hold it here. If attacking, you can enter Basra as quickly as possible, and if you retreat, you can retreat south or east as quickly as possible.

This is not the center of the Kurdish struggle, their center is in Mosul, which is where the Kurdish forces gather.

"Baby ......" Hou Xiaolan, who was hanging on the stake, swayed around, calling out to the baby with a painful face.

"Patience." Du Baobao whispered, his eyes fixed on the Kurdish militants swimming below with guns in hand.

"But I can't help it......" Hou Xiaolan was about to cry and said: "I didn't come with you if I knew that I wouldn't have come with you, people are not fighters in the first place, okay, woo woo woo woo ......"

Hou Xiaolan is indeed very aggrieved, because she has never positioned herself as a combat talent. He was not a fighter but followed the battle, and as a result, he fell into a trap and was captured.

"Patience." Du Bao gritted his teeth and whispered: "I know it's very uncomfortable, it hurts, but ......"

"I don't hurt!" Hou Xiaolan blinked her eyes, tears flowed down, and she snorted and said, "I'm hungry...... I don't hurt, I'm hungry...... I want to eat, I want to eat beef jerky, I want to eat jelly, woo woo...... By the way, will Xiao Yuanchao bring us beef jerky when he comes to save us? Will you bring something delicious? Will I still be able to eat beef jerky alive? Baby, hurry up, I'm afraid we won't be able to wait for Xiao Yuanchao, why don't you discuss with them and let us be full ghosts? ”

Du Baobao turned his head and glanced at Hou Xiaolan, his eyes were full of helpless admiration. She really didn't know what Hou Xiaolan's head was thinking, she was beaten and was covered with injuries, and she couldn't forget the beef jerky.

"It's better to be a full ghost than to be a hungry ghost...... Hou Xiaolan stared at a militant who was pinching a ball and didn't know what to stuff into his mouth, and asked in a low voice: "Ding Dong, what kind of meat is that person holding in his hand?" Beef? Horsemeat? Mutton? It looks like it's delicious, and I want to ...... too."

"Oh, you can ask them for food, and they'll give it to you, but ......," Ding Dong said in a hoarse voice, "If you want to be a full ghost, you have to pay the price, and they like petite and beautiful Oriental girls the most, do you understand?" ”

"This ......" Hou Xiaolan pursed her lips and said very dejectedly: "Forget it, I still don't eat it, they are too ugly." ”

"What if you're handsome?" Dingdong asked.

"But they're ugly!" Hou Xiaolan said with beautiful eyes.

"I mean if they're handsome!"

"But they're ugly!"

"I mean if ......"

"They're ugly!"

“……”

No one can understand the thinking of a foodie god because not everyone is a foodie.

"Help me cover." Sun Huxiong's low voice came.

The night was dark, the visibility was so low that it couldn't be lower, and Sun Huxiong, who was hanging there, was motionless, his eyes flashing with a bright edge in the darkness.

"How to cover?" Dingdong asked.

"The least lethal female cover, Hou Xiaolan." Sun Huxiong stared at Hou Xiaolan.

It was also at this time that Hou Xiaolan looked at Sun Huxiong and seemed to have read something from his eyes.

"Ten cows!" Hou Xiaolan said what she wanted.

"Okay, deal!" Sun Huxiong nodded.

Hou Xiaolan nodded vigorously, and her eyes radiated a glint of excitement.

"Squeak......

There was a slight cracking sound in the rope that tightly bound Sun Huxiong's two wrists, and in the dark, his arms showed a strange expansion, all the muscle fibers were thickening and strengthening without limit, and his face was even more congested, and the green tendons on his forehead were rising high.

Sun Huxiong has the strength to break free, and he has been waiting for it to get dark!

"I want to pee!" Hou Xiaolan clamped her legs hard, and shouted at the militants below the front: "Let me down, I want to pee!" ”

The sound was loud and instantly attracted the attention of the militants.

The militant saw Hou Xiaolan's legs clamped hard, and although he couldn't understand what she was saying, he could see what she wanted to do.

"Hehehe......"

One of the militants let out a laugh, looked around, and pointed at Hou Xiaolan and said something to the rest.

"Hahahaha......"

“……”

A burst of laughter rang out, and two militants came over and put Hou Xiaolan down.

"I'm going to pee...... I want to pee...... I want to pee...... I want beef...... Pee! Hou Xiaolan, who was put down, stared at a pair of big eyes and kept muttering.

"Let's find you a place, hehehe......" A militant reached out and touched Hou Xiaolan's face, and immediately waved his hand and whispered to the militants beside him: "Bring it over!" ”

The moment she said this, Hou Xiaolan's mouth was covered.

One of the militants put her directly on her shoulders and burrowed into a low-lying bush to the south. While carrying and running, he rudely ripped off Hou Xiaolan's pants.

"Hmmmm......" Hou Xiaolan whined, struggled hard, stared at Sun Huxiong, and shouted: "Ten cows...... Uh-huh-hmm......"

Everyone's hearts twitched hard, this is a convulsion of worship, a strong convulsion caused by prostrating to a person!