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Under the reflection of the waning moon, the village of Singar fell into a deathly silence.

In fact, even in broad daylight, the once-bustling village is quiet.

Since the arrival of the Black Death three months ago, everything has changed here, and the village of 3,000 people has become less than 300 people, most of whom have fled to Turkey, more than 50 kilometers away, and those who did not escape have either been captured or killed.

The reason for such inhumane treatment is ridiculous, or rather serious, - the village of Singar is a Yezidi village.

In the Middle East, the Yezidis are treated as outliers, neither Sunnis nor Shiites dislike them, and even Christians do not want to 'mingle' with them.

Because they don't believe in heaven and hell, they worship Satan the devil!

When the Black Death first came to the village of Singar, they announced a fatwa that they would either convert or die within three days!

Thus, the mass exodus began, and the struggle began.

Tiny New Gar was no match for the mighty Black Death, and when the last militia in the village was tied to a truck and dragged to death, the rest had to surrender.

During these three months, the Black Dead carried out at least seven purges, as if they were combing with a comb, each time gathering the people of the village in the central square to check their identities one by one.

But any man, who is strong and strong, takes away those who are not pleasing to the eye, and shoots them on the spot as long as they feel a hint of threat.

And the 'women' were even more miserable, but all the young and beautiful were taken away, and it is said that they were trafficked to the 'meat' market of people in Aleppo for the 'lewdness' + pleasure of the Black Death, and the youngest was not even ten years old.

Eighty percent of the few hundred people left in the village are elderly and children, and there are only a few dozen young men and women, either disabled men or ugly women.

The Black Dead don't like this kind of garbage, but it doesn't mean that they are safe, the Black Dead will still come to search regularly, and they will still kill them as they please.

Even more terrible than death was hunger, and almost all the cattle, sheep and grain in the village were plundered by the Black Death, and for more than ten days people could only rely on a limited amount of chaff and sand dates to survive.

If the war is not over, the people of Singal village will probably not survive this winter.

But can the war end?

Last month, there seemed to be hope, when Syrian political forces reportedly marched into Aleppo, and the smoke of the fighting could be seen clearly on the hill north of the village, and the Black Death squad in the village was urgently relocated.

Soon, however, the more terrible news came, that the army had suffered a defeat at Aleppo and had retreated a hundred kilometers away.

How is this possible, isn't President Bashar the son of Assad, the desert lion, and doesn't he have hundreds of thousands of 'elite' troops with 'fine' equipment, how can he not be able to defeat these Black Death Apostles, who have no military discipline at all, whose weapons and equipment are backward, and who do not even have uniform uniforms?

But facts speak louder than words, and the Black Death squad, which had been transferred three days ago, returned, and in order to celebrate the victory, and at the same time to intimidate the villagers of Singar Village, they went so far as to brutally behead three political prisoners in front of more than 200 people in the village.

This almost shattered the last shred of hope for the villagers, and from then on everyone became the walking dead, and the Black Death did whatever they were told to do, leaning against the eaves and remaining silent when there was nothing to do.

It's a wait, waiting for hunger to take their lives, waiting for the Black Death to shoot them when they're completely tired of them.

In the midst of cruel circumstances, perhaps death is the best relief!

At four o'clock in the morning, Daddy Jafari woke up in the cellar and trembled and lit the candle at the head of the bed.

Although the house was not destroyed by the Black Death, although he had adapted to the fact that the Black Death could break into the room at any time to search him, and although he already felt that he did not care about his life or death, Daddy Jafari still preferred to sleep in the cellar.

Not for escape, but for that peace of mind.

In the cellar, Daddy Jafari is still a Yazidis, and he can worship the peacock angel in the manner of the Yezidi sect.

The Black Dead conquered my body and my words, but never my heart and blood!

Daddy Jafari was woken up hungry today, and he couldn't bear the burning pain in his stomach, so he had to drink even a sip of water immediately, otherwise he probably wouldn't see the morning sun.

Just as Jafari was about to fill a ladle of water, he keenly heard the sound of the cellar mouth being shaken!

The Black Death is coming!

Daddy Jafari was furious, and at the same time desperate, once he let the Black Death know that he still had a cellar, he would definitely kill himself without hesitation!

Even if you die, be a true Yazidis!

Hatred drove Daddy Jafari to burst out with a powerful force, and he blew out the candle in one gulp, struggled to his feet, and picked up an axe from the 'bed' and hid it in the 'shadow' at the mouth of the cellar.

The entrance to the cellar was unlocked, and the man easily opened the plank, and a flashlight shone in.

After a few seconds, the man on the outside seemed to think it was safe inside, and jumped in.

"Poof!" landed on both feet, and the man's body was in a half-crouched state.

Great, this just 'exposed' the neck, and Daddy Jafari chopped it down with an axe without hesitation.

However, as soon as Jafari's axe was raised, a hand suddenly reached out from above and grabbed his hand with ease.

So, Daddy Jafari saw an unbelievable scene, a black-robed man actually hooked above the cellar with only two feet, and his body rushed down, and he was 'showing' a 'hairy' smile at him.

"Father, why are you going to kill me?" At this moment, the first man who jumped into the cellar stood up, stared at Jafari and shouted, "I am your son, O Lahore!"

"Lahore?" Father Jafari burst into tears, how could he not recognize that this strong, bearded, big-eyed man standing in front of him was his son, who had fled to Turkey?

"Father, it's great that you're alive!" Lahore opened his arms and hugged Daddy Jafari.

"Why are you back again?" However, after a brief moment of ecstasy, a deep fear rose in Daddy Jafari's heart, and he pushed Lahore hard, and said loudly, "Go, get out of this hellish place and go to Turkey." I'm too old to walk, so let me die here!"

"Father, none of us have to die, we have found the Resistance, and an angel from the East has saved us!" Lahore tried to calm his father down, and then pointed to the man who was hanging upside down at the mouth of the cellar and said, "You see, he is the representative of the Resistance, and he is here to help us!"

"What resistance, they're in league with the Black Death!" Jafari looked at the man, his eyes filled with hatred.

Indeed, in the past few years, the Resistance has come and gone.

Regardless of the organization, their slogan is to overthrow the authoritarian Assad regime, to restore peace and democracy + God on Syrian soil, and to let the light of Allah shroud the hearts of every devout believer.

However, how do they do it, kill people and rob + rob, rob + rob and kill, without exception.

Jafari is already numb, no matter how nice those people say, what does it have to do with the Yazidis?

"Father, he's different, he's a descendant of Bruce Lee, he can kill thousands of Black Dead apostles by himself, he's an angel from the East!" Lahore tried his best to make his father believe in himself.

But Jafari was disdainful: "What kind of angel from the East is clearly a jihadist sent by the rebel 'rebellion' organization in western China. I've seen these yellow-skinned and black-eyed people, they are the Black Death's special human bombs + bombs, and they once charged at the tanks of the political army with explosive + 'medicine' bags strapped all over their bodies. ”

"It seems that you guys really have a prejudice against us. The man who was hanging upside down at the entrance of the cellar flipped over, jumped lightly, and said, "But we're here to kill the Black Death, and I think we should be friends just because of that, shouldn't we?"

It turned out to be fluent in Kurdish and even had a hint of a local accent.

Lahore said, "Yes, father, the Black Death killed more than 600 people in our village, and everyone who fought against the Black Death was avenging us!"

yes, no matter how bad it is, can it be worse than the Black Death?

Daddy Jafari's attitude was obviously much better, he stared at the Oriental man and asked, "Are you alone?"

"Of course not. The young man pointed in the direction of the cellar entrance.

"You brought the army?" Jafari was overjoyed and rushed over to take a look.

However, before Father Jafari could reach the mouth of the cellar, a donkey's head appeared first, and then two men in black robes rushed inside, and then threw bags of goods into the cellar.

There was a sound of metal rubbing, and there was no need to ask, the package was full of weapons and all kinds of mysterious equipment, and the number was enough to arm a small detachment.

Jafari, however, did not look at the 'fine' weapons at all, nor did he forget to look for an army that could avenge him, but stared intently at the donkey, his eyes full of deep longing, his throat squirming, wanting to say something, but not uttering a single syllable with 'agitation'.

Lahore was surprised and asked, "Father, what's wrong with you?"

"Can't you see that he's hungry. Damn, we should have brought some more food. The young man helped Jafari to sit at the entrance of the cellar and said, "Lahore, kill the donkey, it is no longer needed." ”

"Can't be killed!" Jafari screamed in terror, "The donkey's screams will draw the Black Death!"

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When it comes to the Middle East, religion must not be avoided, but religion is a taboo in our country.

I will try to avoid direct descriptions to avoid unnecessary disputes, but I will not be confused, and everyone should be able to see it at a glance.

For example, the Black Death, I don't think anyone knows who they are, right?

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