The white girl sitting in the passenger seat couldn't wait to introduce herself, Daisy, 19 years old, Londoner, because her father is Egyptian, so she believes in Islam, and is quite dissatisfied with her real life, especially under the pressure of falling out of love and facing academic pressure, coupled with the demagogy of religious friends on the online social platform, she secretly went to Turkey with a few classmates to enter Syria to fight jihad!

Dressed in black robes and turbans, they propagated fanatical believers who had defected to the Islamic world from Europe and the United States...... In fact, I regretted it to death: "I have two companions dead, one was killed by a stray bullet from the government army, and the other was killed by the IS forces who wanted to sneak home and die, I hate these guys to death!"

Buck doesn't care about the white girl's journey and the process of being abused and brainwashed, he only cares about the origin of these people: "These people are all IS? What are they doing here?"

The girl was obviously born from the heart: "This is the IS jihad coming from Syria along the border******** , There are more than 1,000 people, but they are very scattered, looking for a place to take root everywhere, they belong to the Sunni sect, most of the Shiites in the south here, so they are not so smooth in the north, and they dare not enter the city without obtaining the right to control, and now they finally involve a local elder, hoping to control this area with the help of strength, first of all, they must control the local rebels here, last night someone reported that they had taken the family of the leader of the rebels here out of the city, and let the people of the IS army come over and rob the other party to annex the rebels......”

Buck kept driving with one hand, pinching the walkie-talkie PTT switch and shouting: "Your uncle! You specially pulled us into the pit! This is a palace fight between the religious armed forces within the family! We ran so far to be a gun for others!"

Wu Xi muttered over there: "How do I know that this is the way they received from the locals to build yì and considered it...... Slow down!"

Buck tried his best to choose a relatively flat route, but it was not a real road, and finally bumped onto the road, and then bumped into the desert from the other side, and the hyena grabbed the anti-aircraft machine gun behind without saying a word and swung, but Wu Xi couldn't help it: "Isn't it better to take the road?"

Buck despised him: "Are you professional, I'm professional, have you been shot with rockets along the road?"

Wu Xi was silent.

Sure enough, advancing along the undulating desert, in a flank close to the battle site where the guns rumbled, Buck's night vision device was quite clear, dense militants were spreading out in formation to attack a small position, more than ten golden eagles formed a semicircular position only more than 20 meters wide, but it was as solid as reinforced concrete, using the undulating terrain, scattered in groups of two or three, shooting together, even if there was no hand for a night vision device, still firmly controlled the situation, so that the militants who occupied the absolute numerical advantage could not approach.

Buck asked the hyena to take off the night vision device in his hand and wave it vigorously outside the car, and he used the walkie-talkie to communicate, after a while, there was also a green light on the opposite side and waved it on this side, the golden eagle finally found these people in the distance on the side, Buck didn't dare to approach before for fear of being injured by mistake, and now told Wu Xi to stay where he was and wait with a gun, and he and the hyena slowly shook and turned on the headlights to approach the IS army armed position.

The English girl was obviously a little surprised why she didn't run away: "What are you doing here? Here they are fighting with another group of armed forces, stay away from these guys, they are all dead!" But after a painful lesson, she still did not jump out of the car in fright, but her voice trembled a little.

Buck had an idea: "You lean over and call them, saying that someone has been caught over there, and that they should come over and assemble ......"

The English girl wants to ask the plan: "And then?"

Buck hehe: "And then we'll ......" He had already braked the car, leaned behind to grab the PKM machine gun, the pickup truck just drove up a small raised sand dune, relatively open and looked down at the terrain in front of him, some peripheral militants obviously saw the car, turned their heads and waved, Buck noticed that they could even smoke in a circle on the periphery, as if they were still drinking tea!

Guys who have been fighting for a long time may have different levels of combat power, but they can all form such a calm and relaxed mentality.

Buck smiled and pushed open the driver's door, the girl seemed too stupid, trying to poke herself out of the window and shout in Arabic, sure enough, the militants outside gradually gathered, hundreds of people got into the car and got guns, and began to walk lazily towards this side, Buck was about to cry when he heard the girl's voice, and called to her: "You better get out of the car and hide behind......" He himself was already hiding on the side of the front of the car and leaning on the engine compartment as a cover, while the hyena skillfully lifted the two corpses in the car body and put them on the roof of the car!

The golden eagle in the distance could obviously see the movement four or five hundred meters away, and was a little anxious: "You are surrounded?"

Buck responded: "Got closer......"

It was really a closer fight, as Buck carefully spread the two-meter-long bullet chain on his right hand and placed it on the hood, the lazy militants in front of him hung their rifles behind them, the machine guns were on their shoulders, smoking cigarettes and chatting, just like the farmers who had just finished farm work and swayed over, the distance was already close to a hundred meters, Buck originally wanted to turn off the lights to reduce suspicion and cause these people to be dissatisfied, shouting from afar to open the light road, then turn it on...... The militants facing the headlights could barely see the body, there were only two bright circles of light on this side.

Changing to other people may be a bit of a psychological barrier, in the face of such a murderous enemy, is it time to make a move, but Buck confirmed with the hyena, took a deep breath, picked up the sixteen-pound machine gun and ran sideways to the left, the distance of movement was only a few steps, the bullet chain was pulled off the hood and fell to the ground, dragged and ran, Buck just ran over this slightly high sand dune and pulled the trigger of the machine gun!

Known as the lightest general-purpose machine gun, PKM is an infantry machine gun developed by the inventor of the AK rifle and popular on the battlefield in Afghanistan.

The rate of fire of ten rounds per second is not too fast, so that the recoil is clearly transmitted to Buck's waist every time!

The dazzling flames were at a distance of tens of meters, like a lawnmower, and pounced on those lax militants!

For a moment, these dozens or hundreds of people must have been stunned, only a few people could lie down immediately, most of them stood in place in disbelief and looked at the gunfire that suddenly flashed more than ten meters away next to the headlights, and the dense bullets bloomed in the dense crowd!

Buck is a veteran!

He didn't shoot fan-shaped strafing, but swayed gently from the middle to the sides quite compactly, and his left hand tightly grasped the butt of the gun in the middle of the barrel and swayed it tightly at his waist, and the bullet spilled out at a very small dispersion angle!

In this way, the gap between bullets and bullets is very small, and the range he shoots at is really like a field of wheat, falling down without missing a piece!

Someone on the periphery finally reflected, and hurriedly took off the gun and wanted to fight back......

Almost everyone's attention was focused on the sudden muzzle flame on the right side of the headlight, turning at an angle of less than ten degrees.

It was at this time that the hyena stood coldly at the highest point and looked down at the panicked militant group below, and suppressed the 14. Firing plates for 5-mm anti-aircraft machine guns!

This is the reaping scythe of death.

And it's a scythe of a combine!