Two months later, outside the Syrian town of Ain Issa, in front of the ruins of a dilapidated building, several survivors who had just escaped the bomb attack fell to the ground groaning in pain, their hands or thighs were grazed by flying shrapnel. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

But here, they are unattended.

The sudden bombing attack caused the nearby Kurdish Democratic Forces to tense up, and more than a dozen soldiers hid behind the rubble of the building, occasionally shooting at the opposite IS extremist militants.

In such a stalemate between the shooting, the sudden wind and sand swept in, making the entire battlefield more dim and difficult to distinguish, and the accuracy of shooting was even more worrying.

However, for the militants present, shooting the enemy is not the main task, but the process of firing is the most important.

"Usta, I'm out of bullets."

Ahmed shouted in a low voice.

"Don't look at me, I'm running out of bullets."

Covered in dust, Usta bowed his head and nested under cover, raising the muzzle of his gun with both hands, and shooting outside without looking, relying on casual marksmanship to try to hit the enemy.

Where am I? Who am I shooting at? Who's beating me?

Three question marks can basically sum up the psychological activities of the warring parties.

"Hmm, who's that guy?"

The battle stalemate lasted for about half an hour, and both sides were basically in a state of distress, and they were unwilling to leave, but they basically ran out of ammunition when they stayed here, and for a while, the battlefield was quiet again.

But at this rare moment of silence, Ahmet suddenly became startled, and glancing through the gap in the bunker, he clearly saw a figure walking step by step in the dust.

Dressed in a tattered cloak, a muddy face scarf, and unarmed, a civilian outfit walked slowly, seemingly unaware of the fierce exchange of fire between the two sides at the entrance to the town.

"Hey, don't go over!" Ahmet shouted loudly in Kurdish.

His voice was very loud, and it was only about ten meters away from the man, and as long as he was not deaf, he would never be able to hear it.

Strangely enough, even the most daring person could not turn a blind eye to the bullet marks and bullet casings all over the ground, let alone turn a deaf ear to sudden sounds.

Is that man deaf?

Otherwise, why didn't there be any reaction, and they were still walking towards the entrance of the town?

"Hey, did you hear that?"

Ahmed couldn't help but shout again in Arabic.

His voice was loud in the temporarily quiet battlefield, and it also attracted the attention of the ISIS extremist militants on the opposite side, and at the same time saw the man walking in the dust.

"Who's that?"

"I don't know."

"He doesn't seem to be armed."

Since he was unarmed, the militants on the opposite side did not shoot for a moment, and they watched vigilantly as the man slowly walked to the side of the two warring parties, where several civilians implicated in the bombing attack were located.

Stopped.

The man stopped in the face of several civilians dying from pain.

The injured woman looked up weakly at the next person, because of the excessive blood loss, she could no longer make many powerful movements, but she still struggled to hold the little girl in her arms tightly.

The little girl, who was about seven or eight years old, hugged her mother's arm tightly and looked at the visitor with a frightened expression, but did not dare to say anything.

"Bang!"

A shuttle of bullets passed by the passer, and if it was only cheap, the blood of the person who came would be splattered on the spot.

However, as if he had not noticed anything, the visitor slowly squatted down, stretched out his hand, and paused when he was still four or five centimeters away from the woman's bloody belly.

The woman didn't know what he wanted to do, so she could only hold the little girl weakly.

The two warring sides peeped at the man in the middle, and they couldn't figure out what this man was trying to do.

The silver-shining, mercury-like liquid suddenly poked out of the man's sleeve, like a small snake full of flexible aura, coiled in the air several times, and probed into the woman's injured belly.

"That's ...... What is that? ”

Ahmed thought he was dazzled, and quickly rubbed it vigorously, and opened his eyes wide again, and saw that there was indeed a liquid similar to mercury sticking into the woman's belly, as he had seen before.

"No, I don't know."

Usta was also taken aback: "Could it be a new type of weapon for the Americans?" ”

"A new type of weapon for the Americans?"

This possibility is not ruled out, Ahmed's expression is grim, the Americans are of course very hateful, even if it is an organization that cooperates with the Americans in this land, it is impossible to have any good feelings towards the Americans. No matter how much you hate and hate Americans, no one will deny the strength of Americans.

Their warplanes, their aircraft carriers, their missiles, their weapons of all kinds are all among the most advanced in the world, powerful enough to make them all despair.

Just as the two of them were thinking for a moment, the man over there spread his palm, and the "mercury liquid" wrapped in a fragmented warhead stretched out, and placed the warhead in his palm with light and precision.

This miraculous scene suddenly stunned the warring parties, and they secretly peeped at it, how could they not have imagined that the "mercury liquid" had such an ability to get out a warhead embedded in the abdomen? How long has this been? It's less than ten seconds before and after!

"W-This is a new type of weapon?"

Ahmed stammered, unable to believe what he was seeing.

"No, no, brother, we have to take it!"

Compared to Ahmet's sluggishness, Usda immediately became excited, what did he see? This is certainly the most advanced medical equipment for the Americans, and only the Americans have something so advanced.

Both hating the Americans, but also being extremely superstitious about the strength of the Americans, is probably the tangled psychology of all Middle Easterners.

But they can think of this, the IS extremists on the opposite side are not stupid, they are actually afraid that the Kurds here will rush out first, regardless of the rest, shooting wildly in this direction, not to mention, two people jumped out and rushed towards the person in the middle.

"Not good!"

Suppressed by the remaining firepower of the other side for a while, Ahmed and the others not only had no time to react, but also the lack of ammunition made them feel powerless.

I could only watch as the two extremist militants rushed behind the man with AKs and shouted in Arabic to get the man to leave with them.

It can still be the same as before.

The man turned a deaf ear and didn't even have much physical reaction.

One of them was in a hurry, brandishing the butt of his rifle to give the man a blow to the back of the head, and then dragging the man back like a dead pig.

"Hoo ......"

The butt of the rifle was slashed into the air and then froze to a halt.

Seeing that his companion suddenly stopped, the militant next to him was still puzzled, but immediately after him, his body shook, his pupils dilated uncontrollably, and he fell backwards at the same rhythm as his companion.

"This?"

Ahmet and Usda looked at each other, unable to understand why the two had suddenly fallen with their heads up.

Not only did they not understand, but the enemy on the other side could not understand either, and they roared loudly, thinking that the man had knocked down his companion by some strange sneak attack, but someone no longer had any scruples, and aimed at the man with the muzzle of his gun.

With no cover behind them, even if they have terrible marksmanship, they are sure to shoot that person.

"Bang Bang Bang ......"

More than a dozen bullets flew out in a row, and not only the man died, but also the civilians of the IS extremist militants wanted to die with them.

"Oh, Allah!"

The speed of the bullet is close to seven or eight hundred meters a second, and even a child knows that the bullet that is fired can only see the debris in the corner of the wall or in the wound of the corpse, and it is impossible for such a situation to happen......

There was still a distance of about a meter from the man's back, and the bullets that hit him stopped in the air one by one, as if they were stuck in the quagmire of air, unable to move an inch.

But how is this possible?

Everyone looked at the center of the street with a blank face, the dozen or so bullets that were stagnant in the air, and their minds were at a loss at this moment, and they didn't even have questions, they only felt that common sense was completely defeated.

The visitor slowly removed his face and revealed an Asian face, and indifferently tilted his head to look at the bullets that were stuck in the air.

Didn't say anything, didn't do anything.

The storm of death has arrived!

More than a dozen bullets solidified in the air instantly gained more than ten times stronger kinetic energy than before, and no matter what cover it was, it would not be able to protect under such an attack.

(To be continued.) )