Under the stars, a colorful tourist bus, carrying a carload of tourists, drove to the war zone in a daze.

You know, it's a ...... It's a very hard story.

Let's start with an old man -

In the hazy morning, the old man was walking in the middle of the road, and suddenly, he found a grass and squatted down, and then saw a tourist bus passing by, and immediately jumped out, and a set of drunken dream arhats rolled on the ground.

The car stopped.

"Oh no, what to do. Old man: "Actually, I'm not an old man, but I like to use this identity to touch porcelain." During the war years, time and circumstances have changed, and after the war in this place, the porcelain industry has been weakening day by day. Generally speaking, you can't touch a big truck, people won't stop, but today I will definitely touch it. ”

[After all, the industry is sluggish, fight!]

Then there are the tourist buses.

"Oh no, what to do. Tourist bus: "Actually, I'm not a tourist bus, and my full name is covered under the messy oil paint: SX2190." Since this is in Iran, I will not talk about my country of origin first, so as not to be blocked. In short, I'm not there to transport passengers, after all...... My model has always been a military truck. ”

[In order to be loyal to the post, fight!]

As soon as the car stopped, the old man climbed into the car in two steps, and before he could open his mouth to make a claim, a group of people jumped out of the roadside!

This is a serious car bandit road rage, and touching the old man is a high-risk occupation of nature rather than a level. There were not many people in this group, and five people shouted, jumped into the car with grenades strapped to their bodies!

"Oh no, what to do. Road Bandit: "Actually, we are not robbers...... It's a war correspondent who lives here. We've filmed a lot of war scenes, but this is a black box war, and an intelligence blockade has begun. We are caged birds, so we can only make this decision, disguise ourselves as bandits and rob them, and take our way out of the country......"

[For the Pulitzer Prize, fight!]

The bandits got into the car and threatened the full bus with grenades.

"Oh no, what to do. Traveler: "Actually, we are not passengers...... No tour group dared to go to the battlefield because we were special forces. This war came out of nowhere, and the fighting around the city last night was too fierce, and our 32-man reconnaissance platoon pretended to be travelers to reconnoiter the surrounding enemy...... It is not yet possible to reveal the identity. ”

[In order to succeed in the mission, fight!]

The robbers seemed to want to make the bus turn around, but the tour group was clearly not very happy, and they looked at the boss, who was the lieutenant platoon commander of the platoon.

"Oh no, what to do. Platoon Commander: "Actually, I'm not a platoon commander...... We were temporary troops and commanders, and the real platoon commander was stunned as early as when the robbers got into the car because they participated in the command for the first time. The stakes are high, and the battle cannot be lost, so I, as the second-ranking person here, can only stand up and start stabilizing the situation. ”

[For the safety of the troops, fight!]

The platoon commander did his best to reassure the robbers, and then motioned for the driver to cooperate as much as possible.

"Oh no, what to do. Driver: "Actually, I'm not a driver...... The real driver had just hit the brakes and was stunned with his head pinned to the glass, and I was just a private sitting in the passenger seat. Unexpectedly, he encountered robbers, and the platoon commander asked the driver to continue driving...... There is a fork in the road ahead, although I don't know the way, but I can only drive!"

[Fight it!]

The coach started its journey towards the destination that the ghost knew.

The robbers in the car could see that this group of passengers did not seem to be simple, but he had a grenade, and no one dared to move easily.

"Oh no, what to do. "Grenade": "Actually, I'm not a grenade...... I'm a smoke bomb! The guy at the Arsenal posted the wrong sign, how could he even make me such a layman! But surprisingly, I'm the center of attention in the whole car now, and even if I did explode as a grenade, I'm afraid I wouldn't have such a glorious moment now......"

[Explosion is art!

A carload of people, inexplicably driving on the road in the early morning, began to drive at high speed.

"Oh no, what to do. Highway: "Actually, I am not a road, but half of the road that has not been completed, because after the outbreak of war, the destination of this road has been blocked, the construction of the road has been abandoned halfway, this road has no practical meaning, it leads to the wilderness......"

[I feel like the front is all spelled!I'm also gregarious!]

A mysterious force in the dark controls the fate of this carload of people, like a cycle of cause and effect, and these people come to the outside of a cave by mistake, which is full of potholes, like the scene after the Great War.

............

Sikong Lang: "What did you do! Where did these people come from!"

Xiao Yao laughed and said, "These people should be soldiers. ”

Kishimoto nodded slightly: "I can see ......"

"What the hell is this...... What's going on?"

Donggong and Fan Ban only saw Xiao Yao squatting on the ground and writing a few paragraphs, which were erased after being named "Chapter 3".

A few hours after he finished, a carload of people came to the desert where birds don't, and a carload of soldiers.

"I advise all of you not to move, even if it is a phenomenon, if this virtue is shot by a rifle, I am afraid that it will not escape death. Obediently, just tie your hands!" Xiao Yao laughed, and then raised his hands high: "Please!we~are~civilians!"

Donggong exclaimed: "What you said doesn't match what you did at all!"

Xiao Yao: "You'd better do it......"

Fan Ban and Donggong had no choice but to raise their hands.

"You'll have to talk to me later. Kishimoto couldn't help but laugh and raised his hands: "Help, each~of~us~is~displaced~persons." (We fled)"

So, Xiao Yao is not clear about the situation of this car, and the people in the car - they don't know either!!

"Why do you stop! Why do you stop!" One of the five reporters acted too into the play, and suddenly skimmed the ring without paying attention in excitement!

"Whew!" The 32 special forces in the car made a choice for the first time-

Jump out of the car!

Within three seconds, there were only five reporters left in the car, and then "snort~", and the car was filled with smoke.

A moment later, in the eyes of Xiao Yao and others, five people were hung up and beaten according to the rhythm.

Before being shot, Xiao Yao pushed aside the crowd and passed: "You guys...... Chinese people?"

"Oh, oh my mother! Chinese people! We are reporters, we are reporters! Brother! Little brother! Explain to them, explain to them! This is a misunderstanding, we thought it was a passenger car that was robbed!

Xiao Yao and his entourage learned cold knowledge:

"Isn't it illegal to rob a passenger car in the Middle East......

The five reporters cried and cried, and the soldiers were surprised to find: "The mission is accomplished." ”

Because the reporters took a lot of the photos and videos they needed, the superior of the reconnaissance platoon ordered the reporters to be taken back immediately.

Of course, Xiao Yao and the others also hitched a ride, and just after this turmoil, Donggong suddenly ran over sweating: "Big brother!

Xiao Yao knew something was wrong: "What's wrong?"

"Sikong Lang ......"

Fan Ban shouted: "Oh no! Big brother, Sikong Lang is gone!"

Xiao Yao was about to chase after him, but Kishimoto smiled: "Forget it, the army won't help you, and it will be difficult to succeed on your own." ”

"But, teacher......" Xiao Yao frowned, "I've never heard that bad guys fend for themselves." ”

The corners of Kishimoto's mouth twitched twice: "But good people will fend for themselves." ”