At 10 o'clock in the evening, we came to the predetermined place, crawled close to the government camp, and observed from a distance of 100 meters, there were five mobile sentinels outside the barracks.

There are two sentinels on the front, and Pi Dingkun points to the left, which means that the left sentry is solved by me.

"Rush." Pi Dingkun commanded softly.

I jumped to my feet, took the submachine gun in my right hand, and rushed forward with a tread step, and in the process of movement, I drew my pistol with my left hand, and fired the left and right bows, and the two sentries in front of me fell.

Then he rushed into the barracks, fired a submachine gun into the tent with his right hand, threw a grenade with his left hand, and the sound of gunfire explosions continued to sound.

The whole barracks blew up, and most of the soldiers didn't have time to get dressed, so they came out of the tent with their guns to fight back, and I used Lingbo to intersperse the battle.

Pi Dingkun arrived at this time and shared part of the firepower.

The time for the attack was scheduled for thirty seconds, and Pi Dingkun and I evacuated to a safe place, but he looked at me in surprise and didn't speak.

Back at the station, Pi Dingkun walked into a house, I didn't follow up, when he came out, he had a kicking leg under his arm.

A Syrian man came out with a stick in his hand, Pi Dingkun pointed at a shuttle, and the man fell in a pool of blood.

I asked Pi Dingkun angrily.

"How can you do that?"

He didn't answer, and strode forward with the woman in his arms, and I wanted to shoot him in the back a few times.

When I came to the residence, Pi Dingkun went in with the woman in his pocket, and I stopped in front of the door, squatted down and seriously thought about the Syrian revolution, arguing on the surface that the opposition was the embodiment of justice, and that the opposition was full of evil and evil.

The woman staggered out, and not long after, a desperate wail came from the sky.

I walked into the residence, Pi Dingkun was sitting in the living room drinking in a pair of pants, I rushed over with a cloud step, and before he could react, a punch flashed on his chin, he leaned back to the side, and rolled over with one hand, and kicked his feet in a row.

With the whirring wind kicking to my abdomen, it can be seen that the force is strong, I dodged to the right, and then turned to the right and got up, raised and fell, Pi Dingkun quickly straightened up, and I fell short.

"Stop, you listen to my explanation, maybe you will change your mind on this matter." Pi Dingkun spoke up to stop me from making my next move.

I took a sip from his glass and looked at him and said, "Listen up." ”

Pi Dingkun tells a story.

Three years ago, Pi Dingkun traveled to Syria and met Lias, a beautiful and lively female tour guide, and the two quickly fell in love. The family resolutely opposed this long-distance relationship, so he had to put the marriage on hold and wait until he did the ideological work of his parents.

When a color revolution broke out in Syria and the whole country was in turmoil, Lias's travel agency was closed, and she had to return to her hometown to live.

This is the town.

Soon, under the banner of the opposition, the terrorists actually occupied the town and forcibly abducted ** everywhere, Lias was not spared, and was tortured to death.

Pi Dingkun was devastated by the news and came to Syria to avenge his lover, but the terrorists were wiped out by government forces, and he transferred his hatred to the Syrian Belt and Road Party.

"In the past, Syria was a country with a high happiness index, and it was the Syrian Belt and Road Party, instigated by the West, to incite the people to mess up their country, and then start a civil war, which made the Syrian people miserable, and my lover was the victim. The man I killed was the leader of the party, and I wanted his family and his family to be punished reciprocated. Pi Dingkun said hatefully.

I don't understand color revolutions and the Belt and Road Party, but it's certainly not right to help outsiders mess up their own country.

There was a question that puzzled me and asked Pi Dingkun.

"You should help the government army, why do you help the opposition?"

Pi Dingkun gave the reason.

"I can't get a license to kill people at will from the government army, and the war is not something that can change the situation by one person, and I will join whichever faction can give me psychological comfort."

I see, after listening to this story, I no longer hate Pi Dingkun, but think that he is a bloody real man.

Over the past month, our attacks and sniping have been quite fruitful, helping the opposition to advance step by step, and we have been paid a third more than what was agreed.

During this period, Pi Dingkun continued to punish the Belt and Road Party, and as long as he lived a prosperous life during the war, he was identified as the Belt and Road Party.

Government forces were defeated and retreated to the Damascus area, the opposition was about to achieve a complete victory, and we left Syria for Iraq.

Pi Dingkun didn't want to return to China, and he broke up with his family for Lias without telling where to go.

On the way to Iraq, Pidingkun taught me to drive.

Two hundred kilometers away from the destination, five pickup trucks appeared in front of them, each with a large-caliber machine gun on it, Pi Dingkun's expression became extremely nervous, saying that he was a Kurd, and it was not clear why he appeared in this area.

The Kurds supported government forces.

The five pickup trucks were converted from a straight line sequence to a horizontal sequence, and Pi Dingkun slammed the steering wheel into a 90-degree turn, driving forward with full horsepower.

Five large-caliber machine guns from the pickup truck were firing at the same time, and the point of impact was around where we had just been.

I picked up my submachine gun and prepared for battle.

The Kurds fired rockets, Pi Dingkun hit the steering wheel to dodge left and right, the car slowed down a lot, and five pickup trucks gradually caught up.

Bullets hit the back of the car in waves, shattering the back window.

I lay on my stomach in the back of the car and fired back through the rear window, mostly aiming at the pickup truck tires, draining a magazine and overturning a pickup truck.

There's a bazooka under the saddle that I used to blow up another pickup truck.

There was only one rocket, and I continued to shoot with a submachine gun, knocking out another pickup truck, leaving the remaining two pickup trucks to stop and not dare to pursue.

Just as I was catching my breath, I heard the roar of a helicopter in the air, and just as I saw the shadow of the helicopter, I saw a missile leaving the helicopter.

I didn't have time to think at all, so I jumped up, smashed through the reverse window glass and got out, and when I landed, I slammed my hands on the ground and jumped forward.

There was a deafening explosion behind me, and I landed more than a dozen meters away and saw the car tumbling into the air.

The helicopter rowed away in an arc and flew away without any markings on the fuselage.

The car fell from the sky, smashed on the ground and broke and deformed, I got up and ran over, there was no Pi Dingkun in the car, and I looked up to see him lying seven or eight meters in the direction of eleven o'clock.

I was about to go over to check on the situation, but I heard the sound of a car motor in the distance, and I saw two pickup trucks coming this way.

For the rest of the Kurds, I took out my submachine gun from the car and used it as cover to calmly meet the coming battle.

The pickup truck turned off, and the sound was less than ten meters away, and it was not clear whether Pi Dingkun was alive or dead, and if he was re-shot by the Kurds, he would definitely die.

I jumped out of the bunker, fired at the three figures, and then fired a shuttle at the machine-gun of the pickup truck on the right.

Just as I was about to shift the direction of the shot, a machine gun rang out on the left, and I quickly hid in the bunker of the car, and the bullet whizzed over my head.