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Just after breakfast, Lviv sneaked out of the food factory with a bottle of wine, sat down in the wreckage of a burned car, and took a sip of beauty + beauty. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info dagger ····· First and foremost

Muslims are forbidden to drink, especially if it is under the control of the Islamic State, and drinking alcohol is considered a felony and can be shot.

Lviv had complied with such a rule, but since yesterday afternoon he had robbed a family on the march and obtained a good bottle of Woltega, the thought of taking a sip kept coming to his mind, tormenting him to the point that he didn't even sleep well.

Lviv came from Siberia and, although joined the ranks of the Black Death, was not a Muslim in the strict sense of the word.

Drinking was his greatest hobby in life, especially when facing Watga, his ability to resist was almost zero.

After more than half a year in Syria, he has not drunk a drop of alcohol, and he is almost dreaming of longing for alcohol.

But today the situation is different, the whole of Aleppo is at war, and he has become the supreme commander of a small detachment, and there should be no problem with taking a sip secretly.

But even the Supreme Commander, Lviv, did not dare to drink in front of everyone.

There are still quite a few die-hards in the ranks, and their obedience to the Islamic law code is so strict that they will not hesitate to raise their butcher's knives if they are found to have violated the religious rules.

It was a small van, burned to the point of being reduced to a skeleton, parked alone in the sand more than fifty meters away from the food factory, providing cover for Lviv's misdeeds.

After a sip of wine, Lviv coughed violently, his throat had not been in contact with alcohol for more than half a year, and it was difficult to adapt for a while.

However, after the violent cough, it was comfortable and warm, and the feeling of fluttering that had not been seen for a long time came out of the depths of memory, and the dry yellow desert seemed to suddenly turn into a beautiful primeval jungle in Siberia, and Lviv felt as if he had returned to his hometown.

What's so good about this barren land, except that it's still sand, is it worth the lives of so many people?

With another sip of wine in his stomach, his throat was already able to get used to it, and Lviv looked back at the food processing plant a few dozen meters away.

A very small factory, only two acres in size, with seven or eight machines in it, has now been abandoned.

In a corner of the factory, Lviv saw the remains of the boss's family, burned alive and blackened by months of sand erosion.

As you can imagine, this was a family that had no quarrel with the world, and when the war came, they failed to escape, so they fell victim to the Black Death or Bashar.

It reminded Lviv of the small pasture in his hometown, which was small but peaceful, and he rode his horse to graze in the summer and hunted in the winter on a sled, which was indeed hard, but real.

Unlike here, where every day is almost sleepwalking, he and his companions don't seem to do anything but kill, they don't care about anything anymore.

"Natasha must have thought I was dead, right?" After half a bottle of wine, Lviv suddenly felt a pang of irritability.

This kind of life is not a normal person at all, I want to go home!

But if his home is thousands of miles away, can he still go back, even if he overcomes all odds and dangers and succeeds in returning to that cold but real little village, will the people there still accept him, and will Natasha still welcome him?

I'm a Black Dead Apostle, and I've become a wanted man spurned all over the world!

Lviv irritably stretched out his hand, picked up the reversing mirror of the wreckage, wiped the dust off his face, and glanced at the mirror.

Inside the mirror, there were a pair of tired and frightened eyes, a three-inch-long knife that stretched from the cheek to the base of the ear, and a thick, half-foot-long beard.

How did I get so ugly, Natasha couldn't have liked me anymore!

Lviv was already smoky, and he slammed to his feet, trying to throw out this mirror that reflected reality.

But suddenly, Lviv noticed that the mirror had lit up, and there seemed to be some kind of light that flickered his eyes.

How can the desert shine, is there some kind of legendary treasure to be unearthed?

Lviv jumped up at once, and looked at the flash.

The yellow sand is thousands of miles, except for yellow or yellow at a glance, and even today's sky is yellow, in such a barren land, only a few sand date trees stand alone.

It must be an illusion!

Lviv rubbed his eyes, ready to drink the last few sips of wine, then took a sip of water and went back to the food factory.

But the light appeared again, and not with the help of the reflection of the rear-view mirror, so Lviv could see it clearly.

In the left front, about two hundred meters or so, behind a small sand dune.

The sand seems to have been disturbed, and it is not in harmony with its surroundings, forming a circular edge, like the entrance to an ancient tomb after it has been excavated.

"Ali Baba's treasure!" a bold thought came to Lviv's mind, and he felt the world spin and staggered forward.

I've made a fortune, I've found an ancient tomb, and I'm going home with my treasure!

Natasha, wait for me, I'll be back soon!

Under the influence of alcohol, Lviv's mind was full of images of gold and silver treasures, and he could hardly help but cheer loudly.

Suddenly, an even brighter flash of light appeared from what resembled the entrance to the ancient tomb.

Lviv felt as if he had been pushed by something, and his body suddenly drifted backwards, and his mind was in chaos, and everything fell into darkness.

"Bang!" the crisp sound of gunfire instantly broke the silence of the desert.

The Black Death, who were on guard at the factory gate, saw their captain Lviv fall in the desert, and immediately realized that they had been attacked, and immediately shouted loudly.

"There's an enemy!" one of the Black Dead who had befriended Lviv shouted, and rushed out with an AK47 in his hand, trying to pull Lviv back.

"Bang!" the Black Death's head burst with a clean gunshot.

"Bang!" After only two seconds, a third gunshot rang out, and one of the Black Dead Apostles standing behind the machine gun fell.

"Sniper!" people woke up from a dream and looked for cover.

"Bang!" a fourth gunshot rang out, and a Black Dead standing on the top of the factory floor screamed and fell.

......The Black Death, who had first spotted their target, began to fight back, and the bullets were pouring down like a torrential rain towards the small sand dune more than 250 meters away.

"Fight, fight!" Hearing the gunshots, more than twenty Black Death Apostles who had just finished breakfast rushed out of the factory building, shouting loudly and rushing to the battle position, and the gunfire instantly became fierce.

"Stop shooting!" Lviv couldn't come back, and Deputy Captain Najib stepped forward and shouted loudly, "Mortar ready, blow that guy to shreds!"

Several Black Dead men immediately rushed back to the workshop, looking for mortars ready to shoot.

Najib, on the other hand, peeked out through a crack in the steel plate.

Suddenly, out of the corner of Najib's eye, he found another direction, about five or six hundred meters away, and the desert suddenly churned, and he immediately heard more than a dozen "bang" sounds.

Immediately afterward, the piercing sound of breaking the sky reached the ear drum, and Najib was horrified to find that more than a dozen black guys had risen into the sky, falling from the sky in the form of a parabola, and smashed down in the direction of the factory.

"Shelling, shelling, find a place to hide!" Najib cried out in horror, slamming off a steel plate under his feet and jumping down.

At least 10 mortar shells landed accurately within the range ......of the factory, and the entire factory instantly rolled up with smoke and dust, and flesh and blood flew everywhere.

Four kilometers away, four armored vehicles were moving forward like a lightning speed, and suddenly they subconsciously reduced their speed when they heard the sound of artillery.

"It's broken, there's an accident!" The third is the command vehicle, Tian Sisi looked at the smoke and dust billowing in the distance, and shouted loudly, "Order, speed up, arrive at the predetermined place as quickly as possible, and destroy all obstacles along the way!"

"Yes!" the drivers of the other three cars replied in unison.

In an instant, the four armored vehicles suddenly increased their speed, kicking up clouds of dust and smoke in the desert like four desolate monsters, roaring towards the abandoned food factory a few kilometers away.

In less than three minutes, the armored vehicle advanced three kilometers, and it was already less than eight hundred meters from the food factory.

During this period, the food factory was bombarded with at least 50 mortar + fire + artillery + shells, the main building almost completely collapsed, and there were raging fires in several places.

And the Black Death inside, except for the first minute of resistance, has completely disappeared at this moment.

The driver of the No. 3 car laughed and said, "Mi Sitian, you are right, occupying such a place, you can rush directly, and you don't need air force support at all! I estimate that by the time we arrive, the corpses inside will be cooked, hahaha!"

"It's too early to tell. Tian Sisi stared nervously ahead.

Four armored vehicles, two wheeled, two tracked, in the process of charging, the speed advantage of wheeled armored vehicles was brought into play, the first and second cars had already broken through more than 400 meters, less than 300 meters from the factory.

"William, stop the shelling! No. 1 and No. 2, occupy the position, No. 3 and No. 4 cover!" Tian Sisi gave the order.

The two tracked armored vehicles slowed down a little, while the two wheeled armored vehicles roared, smashed headlong into the factory gate and got in.

"Report, the target has been completely destroyed!" Half a minute later, car No. 1 sent a report that "there were corpses everywhere, and at least fifteen people had been killed...... Hahaha, this guy is burnt, if you sprinkle a handful of cumin, it must taste great!"

"Fifteen corpses?" Tian Sisi frowned, and suddenly shouted into the microphone, "Be vigilant, they still have remnants ......"

"Boom ......" but it was too late, a huge column of smoke suddenly rose in the factory, and the No. 2 armored car that had just rushed in was actually thrown up by the huge explosive force!

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