The wilderness battlefield, which was still in a panic, turned into corpses lying across the wild grass where flesh and blood were splattering, and the cold wind blew a trace of bloody smell.

While walking, he looked sideways at these bodies that were still alive but were now lifeless. The young pilot had no trace of pity on his face. If he had not had superpowers, then the person who was escorted and abused, or even placed on the ground would be himself.

"Either you die, or I live." What's the reason on the battlefield? Bullets are the only popular language!

He moved forward with an assault rifle, and briefly squatted down and pulled out several spare magazines from the still-healthy corpse. Long Yun pressed Kashang neatly and pulled out the old magazine, weighed it in his hand, then raised his hand and discarded the magazine with nearly ten rounds of bullets, and replaced it with a new one.

For the subsequent hostage and escape operations, the tar-21 "Tavor" that is easy to hold with one hand is naturally much more useful than the Berlet pistol.

In the cold wind, he walked through the messy battlefield and embarked on the dirt road. Long Yun, carrying a gun, walked step by step towards the clay-shaped and wood-carved Lieutenant. He tilted his head and looked at the guy with his soul out of his body for a few seconds. He looked at the butcher for a moment, and then gently licked his cracked lips, with a hint of indifference in his tone:

"Aziz Said; I've been in a daze, are you pretending to be dead here?"

“…!”

Seeing the murderous aura of Nata coming from a distance, Said, who was not obedient to his hands and feet, was strangled by fear. At this time, he could only move his throat slightly, but he could not speak. Unexpectedly, the visitor knew his name, and the lieutenant's eyes were slightly turned, just like a poor worm staring at by a beast:

“…uh,—uh.”

"Tell me. How far is this place from the government army front?

——Oh, and,”

While speaking, the other party didn't need to speak to know the answer. Long Yun's eyebrows raised slightly, and he felt that it might be possible to drive directly across Fire from here, so he raised his hand and pointed to the radio station in the car, "Report the situation to your superiors once; tell them. Everything is normal here."

...

After a brief and cruel encounter, more than a dozen Syrian Liberals were killed with their own hands. Nata pilots holding the "Tavor" rifle in their arms boarded the Renault off-road vehicle driven by a "Power of War", drove west along the sun-lit rugged dirt road, and passed through the uninhabited war zone to the Syrian government military-controlled area.

A dangerous escape from crossing the Fire was different from the imagined crisis. In the sparsely populated and war-torn areas of southeastern Syria, neither the Damascus regime nor the Liberal rebels could have set up defenses everywhere. Under the guidance of Long Yun, who controlled superpowers, the engine roared and the bumpy off-road vehicle actually passed through the fire exchange area without any injuries. It was not until he approached a Syrian government position and saw the inspection post on the road from afar that Long Yun allowed the trembling Lieutenant of the Liberal Party who had been on the road to stop at the corner of the road.

He opened the car door and jumped to the ground. Long Yun saw that there was no danger around him, so he waved the assault rifle in his hand to get Said out of the car, and took off his coat, wool jacket and warm shirt in the cold wind.

Seeing that this unshaven guy had a faded autumn clothes on his body, Long Yun knew that the idea of ​​finding a white cloth as a banner was to be soaked. He glared at the lieutenant in anger, scaring the confused unlucky guy to death. Is this nata maniac who kills without blinking, trying to kill himself on the spot?

Before being shot, people had to strip naked. When supplies were in short supply, the Liberal Party did a lot of this to prevent blood from contaminating the clothes. However, seeing that the Iraqi pilot in front of them was quite good, Said looked at it with a few winces. It looked like he didn't look like it. Maybe he just wanted to play with himself. After all, he was still a Liberal Army officer. It was not said in the "What Convention" -

"hey_fish; listen, noe_hard_labo_wai_for_tempt (feed rookie; listen, there is a chore for you now),"

Long Yun, who did not need to observe his words and expressions, sneered, and was exhausted both physically and mentally. He just wanted to leave the Liberal Party controlled area quickly. At this time, he had no intention of making fun of others. He ordered the foolish Liberal Party officer in English with a few tongue-sounding sounds:

“Did you see the checkpoint ahead?

——Yes, that’s right! I said, what’s your look in your eyes? Don’t you want to go?"

"Uh...I, I'm-"

Facing the muzzle of "Tavol" who seemed to be spraying flames at any time, Aziz Said, who was sweating in the cold wind, struggled to squeeze out a little sound. Of course, he knew how dangerous it was to run over and surrender to the government forces like this, but now it seems that perhaps it is even more terrifying to face this guy full of murderous aura?

He knew the lieutenant's thinking activities clearly and knew that staying here for one minute would be more dangerous. Long Yun did not have the patience to wait for this man to accumulate courage. As soon as he activated his consciousness to penetrate, he temporarily turned the timid Said into a confused puppet soldier. In order to monitor the conversation between this man and the government army, Long Yun also grabbed two walkie-talkies from the car, unscrewed one of them, stuffed it into the pocket of the guy's shirt, and then patted him on the shoulder:

"Go! Hold your hands high, don't use any tricks; my marksmanship is not bad, you will know when you think about the fate of your mistresses."

...

After landing, a massacre battle was fought, hijacking the Liberal military vehicles heading west towards Sukhna City, and Long Yun's battlefield adventure ended before sunset.

After checking the verification documents and receiving feedback from the frontline troops, it was confirmed that a Su-27 fighter jet fell in the eastern suburbs of Sukhna, he was taken to the command of the Independent Third Battalion of the Syrian Revolutionary Guards in Sukhna. He was questioned by a Russian-speaking commander. The dark-skinned major with a beard obviously had a good impression of Nata and the Iraqi New Party. After all, they were originally a party with similar ruling philosophy. He generously ordered the adjutant, and then the friendly pilot who fell from the sky went to have dinner together.

So, in this second-story house that is used as a canteen, Long Yun was sitting at the table and chewing heavily. He felt quite relaxed. He even rarely felt a resistance to the fierce battle in the sky, probably because he had just passed the high-intensity battle and was shot down by the enemy?

Speaking of which, today's combat operations were not going smoothly at all.

First, he lost the mysterious "giant fighter jet", and then encountered the storm of the European Community Joint Army. If it weren't for the huge difference in strength between the enemy and us, he wouldn't have been shot down and lost his landline again, right?

The thoughts churned in my mind, and soon they all became a mess. Long Yun simply silenced his head and didn't think about it. Now he really realized that he had experienced a long battle in the sky and was constantly fighting against powerful enemies in two worlds of war. Now he really needed some time to rest and adjust to restore his basic combat power and thinking ability.

But then again, now he escaped to Damascus by luck. Can he still have time to rest and adjust?

Thinking about where to go for the next action, Long Yun asked the government major who was sitting opposite the wooden table and tearing bread with forehand, what should he do next, and he also received a reply:

"Oh, that's all. Of course, you should return to the combat troops as soon as possible. I think your comrades must be worried! I have asked the adjutant to contact us to see if we can contact the New Party friendly forces in the east to inform you of your situation. If not, send a message to the diplomatic officials in Damascus."

"Ah, this is so good, thank you very much!"

After saying this, Long Yun also felt that he should set off as soon as possible, and suddenly he remembered a very important thing, that is, "These two days are the time to call the country and report safety to his lover."

Since he came to Iraq to perform a secret mission, due to lack of communication methods, Long Yun has been able to maintain a contact frequency basically once a week. The last call was six days ago. Now, it is almost time for routine contact time, but he is sitting in a building in a small Syrian town, without carrying a tablet computer for encrypted communications, so naturally he cannot pretend to be himself in Pakistan and talk to his lover.

Suddenly, he thought of this difficult problem. When he thought about Su Xue's worrying appearance, Long Yun was immediately a little anxious. It would be better for him to try to leave here and return to the base of Sharkater Fort:

"So, Mr. Major, see when I can leave and return to Sharkat Fort in Iraq, from Sukh... Sukhna, is there any shortcut?"

“——Shortcut, how could this be possible!”

In contrast to Long Yun who was full of expectations, when he mentioned "crossing the front line and returning", the major who took off his military cap knocked his finger on the table in a bit embarrassingly, "Mr. 'Red Dragon' of Nata, you should know that the rebels in our country are very frequent now, and we will enter the battlefield after walking twenty kilometers east from here. Recently, we are facing the tug-of-war with these damn guys. Although we have plans to carry out assault operations, there are no actual conditions for launching.
Chapter completed!