Saivia, the capital of Syria, is a city with a long history, where the goddess Yi first performed miracles.

The city of Sevia, where miracles were performed, has long been a place of pilgrimage for the Syrians. There, stands a magnificent temple, which is the spiritual sustenance of the Syrians.

Before the fall of Syria, the temple of Syria would be filled with devout Syrians when it was time for worship every month. The worship of 10,000 people, at that moment there was no sound, people knelt silently, bowed their heads deeply, silently recited the Sutra in their hearts, and prayed for the protection of the goddess.

A reporter from Yanqi once experienced such a pilgrimage and was deeply shocked. In his report, he wrote:

"It was a sacred and solemn moment, an ancient and mysterious ritual. The followers of the Syrian-Iraqi religion, young and old, male and female, quietly walked into this temple without any command or prompting, and the people lined up in a neat and solemn line. When the bell rang, the time of prayer came, and the ten thousand people bowed their heads and fell silent. Poor or rich, sick or healthy, all men bowed to the ground in unison and with infinite reverence.

In front of the believers was an ancient and sacred case, and in the center of the case, a scepter was placed. The emerald green scepter was so crystal clear that it would never be known what it was made of, for it belonged only to the goddess of Syria, and no mortal could or dared to touch it. According to the Syrian, the scepter is a symbol of the goddess's divinity, and the god of Syria may return here at any time to pick up the scepter and punish the sins of the world. Although the scepter had been placed on the case for thousands of years, it was not stained with a trace of dust, as if it had been placed there yesterday.

The majestic temple, the worship of all people, the holy scepter, the silent prayer, you can hardly imagine the sacred and grand picture, if you have to describe it, it can only be described in the simplest but most powerful words:

That's faith. ”

But now, the temple still stands, but the faithful can no longer enter the sacred place. Fearing that such a mass worship could lead to uncontrollable unrest that followed, the occupiers of country E had made it clear that the monthly worship in the temple would be cancelled, and that all Syrian-Iraqi believers could only prostrate and pray in front of the temple within a distance of 100 meters from the temple, and for no more than two minutes.

The new rules are supported by power, so the soldiers of the E-nation armed with guns are placed around this temple. But unlike the fallen Syrian palace, here the soldiers of country E only stood guard around the temple, but no one dared to step into this sacred temple.

The power of faith is terrifying, you can keep people out, you can send soldiers to guard it, but if you want to enter this temple and have any disrespect, then this seemingly conquered land will become a place of rage, and the raging rage will consume everything.

This is the power of faith.

Less than five kilometers from the temple of Syria was the royal palace, luxurious and majestic. Fortunately, in the war between country E and Syria, this cultural heritage of mankind has not been greatly damaged. In order to protect the palace, the E* people set up a cordon around the palace, and no Syrians were allowed to enter.

It's okay to look at it from a distance, but not to get close.

Today, before the king's palace, a woman came, and she held a baby in her hand. The baby was very small, probably only a few months old, wrapped in a large swaddling cloth. The baby was asleep, with shallow dimples on his cute little face, a small hand dishonestly stretched out his swaddling clothes, and his white and tender fingers gently held it, as if he wanted to hold something precious. What is precious to such a young baby? milk, kisses, hugs, or ...... Life!

The woman with the child in her arms looked calm, and she crossed the cordon and walked slowly to the checkpoint set up in front of the palace. The soldiers at the checkpoint were chatting boredly, and a soldier chewing gum saw a woman approaching. Probably attracted by the baby in the woman's arms, he walked towards the woman, and just as he was about to ask the woman what was the matter, the soldier noticed that the woman was holding the child with one hand and tugging at something in the swaddling clothes, and then a puff of green smoke rose from the swaddling clothes. The green smoke may have choked the baby, and the baby's sleeping little face moved its cute little nose slightly.

"It's annoying, I'm sleeping. "If a baby had a mind, would he think so?

I don't know, but the baby must have hated the smell of the smoke, so he tilted his head slightly.

Just as the baby turned his head to one side, a loud bang and a burst of fire burst forth! The loud noise and the light of fire devoured the baby, the woman, the oncoming soldiers, and the checkpoint in front of the palace.

In the explosion, everything within a hundred meters of the baby was blown into nothingness.

Before the soldiers of the surrounding E countries could react to what was going on, a truck suddenly rushed over. As the truck approached the magnificent palace quickly, a submachine gun standard for the Syrian and Iraqi troops in the truck stretched out, and angry tongues of fire sprayed bullets like bullets towards the surrounding E-country soldiers.

In the midst of the gunfire, the soldiers of country E finally knew what had happened: this was a terrorist attack!

In the Syrian-Iraqi capital, a terrorist attack was carried out by the Syrians against the occupiers of country E.

At the same time, in the city of Seville, several key places of news, finance, and industry broke out with the same attacks in front of the palace at this time. For a time, the city of Seville was full of fires and loud noises.

The loud bang reached the top floor of the Hotel Sevia. In that luxurious private room, the supreme commander of the Fourth Field Army of Country E, who was responsible for the security and order of Seville, finally stopped moving. Listening to the nasty explosion, a nameless fire rose from his heart:

Ignorant and stubborn people!

Should a country that no longer have a regular army resist rely on such a terrorist attack to save the fate of the country? The loud noise did not make him want to leave the place and go to the scene in person, and his professional soldiers would soon completely crush such resistance.

Let your irritability and mockery, which arise from this frivolous resistance and foolish action, be doubly reflected in the woman opposite.

The Supreme Commander of the Occupying Forces turned his head again, raised the leather weave in his hand again, and threw it at the unarmed Syrian woman in front of him! The woman's miserable screams rang out again in the suite on the top floor of the Syrian Hotel.

Compared with other key defensive sites, the area around the Syrian temple is much less defended, because the Syrian temple is the most sacred place in the hearts of the Syrians, and a terrorist attack on this place is almost tantamount to a desecration of the Syrian goddess. But although there were no attacks here, and although the chances of being attacked here were slim, the explosions that sounded everywhere still made the e* people here tense their nerves. There are so few troops here that once the Syrians short-circuited their brains and wanted to blaspheme their goddess, then in the current situation of fire everywhere, in the absence of foreign help, it may be difficult for the soldiers of country E guarding here to resist the attack of the Syrian madmen.

The E* guarding the vicinity of the Syrian temple have been put on high alert and are expected to remain faithful to their faith.

As usual, around the temple, a number of Syrians were kneeling at the temple, and the distant explosions did not dampen their piety.

Foolish people!

The e* people said this in their hearts, and then they saw that some more people had come and knelt down, and strangely enough, the new arrivals did not bow down to the temple, but in the opposite direction.

In the opposite direction there is nothing, nothing worthy of worship by these Syrians.

No, nothing, except for two people who walked slowly: a beautiful woman dressed as a senior citizen, and a Syrian man with a solemn expression.

The two men walked slowly and came to the Syrians who were worshipping in their direction. There was no expression on the woman's beautiful face, but the man next to her waved his hand lightly.

With the man's waving hand, the prostrate ones stood up and walked haphazardly towards the temple, little closer, little closer in silence. Finally, the soldiers of country E saw their faces clearly, those faces were fat and thin, but they all showed a holy and solemn expression in unison. Then, the soldiers of country E saw these people take out some things from different parts of their bodies. Those things, called guns!

When the guns rang out, those Syrians suddenly turned into professional soldiers, and their chaotic footsteps turned into a difficult line of skirmishers in an instant. In the sound of gunfire, the soldiers of country E fell one by one, and the chaotic Syrians fell in a mess, while the distance between the two sides was rapidly approaching.

The Syrians were shot at the walls of the temple, but the Syrians seemed to have forgotten the sacred place, and they shot without scruples or mercilessness.

Absolute advantage. Even though this already occupied city was full of soldiers from country E, at this time, in front of this temple, the Syrians had an absolute advantage. The defenses of country E were quickly breached, and the Syrians came to the temple.

They did not enter the temple, but waited around with guns in hand, as if waiting for something.

Under the watchful eyes of these Syrian and Iraqi warriors, a man and a woman who had just received their knees came to this temple. That's sacred......

The reason for this is that the man's name is Ali Siwei, who is the most faithful servant and protector of the goddess, and the woman's name is Chen Xi, and she ......

It's the goddess of Syria!

In front of the temple, looking at the two people who came by, the warriors of Syria knelt down reverently.

Also to bow down is Ali Siwei, who knows that the moment of waiting with his life is coming. Just as he was about to bow down, he saw a glimmer of dazzling light slip through his eyes, and when he raised his eyes, he saw the sniper of country E on the building in the distance, so the kneeling turned into a hug, and Ali thought pounced on the holy goddess.

As he took the goddess into his arms, a gunshot rang out, and a bullet went into Alisi's back. A mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, staining the goddess's garments red.

Looking at Ali Siwei, who was dying, Chen Xi leaned down, stretched out his holy hand, and caressed his cheeks with his fingers, which were gradually getting colder:

"Poor, faithful man, I grant you eternal life for your soul!"

This is the most sacred blessing, and it is the result that all Syrians dream of. But the dying man did not close his eyes peacefully, but twitched his muscles as if he wanted to say something. The god of Syria, knowing something, spoke again:

"I will protect this land so that the people here will no longer be bullied!"

Smile, a smile finally appeared on the man's resolute face. And then

Life is gone, but the smile is still there.

Looking at the dead man, Chen Xi slowly stood up and walked towards the hall, her hall. With light but firm steps, ignoring the sound of gunfire from behind, or the threat of the sniper in the distance, the god of Syria pushed open the door and stepped in!

The gunfire in the city of Sevia gradually thinned out. Suicide attacks, the result is not suspenseful.

There was no sound in the truck in front of the palace, and the soldiers of country E slowly approached and opened the door. A bloodied Syriac sat in the cab, next to his dying partner. Facing the muzzles of the soldiers of country E, the Syrians smiled with their bloody mouths open.

In that suite, the sound of gunfire was still ringing, and the occupier's excitement was gradually sent to a climax by the woman's moans/moans.

Outside the city of Sevia, on the territory of Syria, the tanks of country E are still roaring boringly, looking for the little resistance left.

In the oil fields of Syria, Syrian and Iraqi workers are still numbly exploiting the oil belonging to country E.

And then

A green light rose from a sacred temple!

A beautiful and sacred figure rose into the sky!

A cold and solemn voice rang out from the void and spread throughout the land of Syria:

"This is my land,

This is the land of Syria.

All evil in this land shall cease,

All evil spirits will be judged. ”

It was the voice of God, it was the voice of judgment against demons, it was the gospel of the Syrians in their suffering. All the people in the land of Syria heard this voice, and all the people in the land of Syria saw the figure in the sky glowing with green divine light!

In the sky of Syria, the god of Syria, performed miracles!

The Syrians bowed down, and all the Syrians bowed down, with infinite excitement and joy, with infinite devotion and admiration.

At this sound, the muzzles of the guns of the Sei's guns facing the Syrians in pools of blood by the side of the palace trucks turned into molten steel, the leather-wielding men in the suites turned into a mist of blood, and the tanks roaring outside the city of Seville turned into piles of debris.

"Get out of here, shameless foreigner. Until I can't suppress my anger, leave the land of Syria. ”

The voice of the goddess spreads in the land of Syria! The judgment of the goddess is at hand!