Two months later, outside the town of Ain Isa, Syria, in front of the ruins of the ruins of the building, several survivors who had just escaped the bomb attack fell to the ground in pain and groaned, and their hands or thighs were rubbed into the splashed shrapnel. Without good treatment, even if they did not die immediately at this moment, they would cause a series of troubles due to subsequent infection problems.

But here, they are not interested.

The sudden explosion caused the nearby Kurdish Democratic Forces to become nervous. More than a dozen soldiers hid behind the ruins of the buildings and shot at the extremist militants on the opposite side from time to time.

In such a stalemate of shooting, the sudden wind and sand swept across the battlefield, making the entire battlefield more dim and difficult to distinguish, and the accuracy of the shooting was even more worrying.

However, for the militants present, shooting the enemy is not the most important task, and the process of shooting is the most important.

"Usda, I have no bullets."

Ahmed whispered.

"Don't look at me, I'm almost out of bullets."

Usda, who was covered in sandstorm, lowered his head and buried himself in the cover, raised his gun with both hands, and shot outside without looking at it, relying on the shooting technique of the fate to attempt to hit the enemy.

Where am I? Who am I shooting at? Who is hitting me?

The three question marks can basically summarize the psychological activities of both parties.

"Well, who is that person?"

The battle lasted for about half an hour, and both sides were basically in a state of difficulty. They wanted to leave but were unwilling to accept it, but they had basically no ammunition left after staying here. For a moment, the battlefield became quiet again.

But just in this rare quiet moment, Ahmed suddenly became surprised and glanced through the gap in the cover. He clearly saw a figure walking step by step in the wind and dust.

Wearing a ragged cloak, his face covered with dust, and he was not carrying any weapons. He walked slowly in a civilian outfit, and seemed to have no idea that there was a fierce battle between the two sides at the entrance of the town.

"Hey, don't go over!" Ahmed shouted loudly in Kurdish.

His voice was quite loud, only about ten meters away from that person. As long as he was not a deaf person, he would never be able to hear it.

But strangely, no matter how brave a person is, he will not be able to turn a blind eye to the bullet marks and shells on the ground, and he will not be able to turn a deaf ear to the sudden sound.

Is that person deaf?

Otherwise, why didn't there be any reaction and was still walking towards the entrance of the town?

"Hey, have you heard it?"

Ahmed couldn't help but shout in Arabic again.

His voice was very loud in this temporarily quiet battlefield, and it attracted the attention of the extremist militants on the other side. Correspondingly, he also saw the man walking in the sand and dust at the same time.

"Who is that?"

"have no idea."

"He doesn't seem to have a weapon."

Since they did not carry weapons, the militants on the other side did not fire for a moment. They all watched the man slowly walk to the side of the warring parties, where there were several civilians implicated by the explosion attack.

Stopped.

Facing several civilians who were dying due to pain, the man stopped.

The injured woman looked up weakly. Because she lost too much blood, she could no longer make too many powerful movements, but she still struggled to hold the little girl in her arms tightly.

The little girl was about seven or eight years old. She hugged her mother's arm tightly and looked at the person who came with horror, but she didn't dare to say anything.

"Bang!"

A shuttle of bullets passes by the person who comes. If it is about an inch cheaper, the person who comes will splatter blood on the spot.

However, the visitor seemed to have not noticed anything, slowly squatted down and reached out his hand. He stopped four or five centimeters away from the woman's bloody belly.

The woman didn't know what he wanted to do, so she could only hold the little girl weakly.

The two sides of the war were peeping at the man in the middle, and they were a little confused about what the man wanted to do.

The silver light, like mercury liquid, suddenly poked out from the man's sleeve, like a small snake full of flexibility, coiled around the air for several times and penetrated into the injured belly of the woman.

"That's...what is that?"

Ahmed thought he was confused, so he rubbed it hard, opened his eyes wide again, and indeed, as I had seen before, a liquid similar to mercury penetrated into the woman's belly.

"No, don't know."

Usda was also surprised: "Can it be the new weapon of the Americans?"

"A new weapon for the Americans?"

If this possibility is not ruled out, Ahmed looked shocked. Although Americans are very hateful, even if an organization that cooperates with Americans on this land, it is impossible for them to have any good feelings for Americans. But no matter how much they hate and hate Americans, no one will deny the strength of Americans.

Their fighter jets, their aircraft carriers, their missiles, and their various weapons are all the most advanced in the world, powerful enough to make them all feel desperate.

Just as the two of them were thinking for a moment, the man over there spread his palms, and the "mercury liquid" wrapped in a broken bullet stretched back, and placed the bullet lightly and accurately in the palm of his palm.

This miraculous scene suddenly made both parties in the war. They were peeking at them secretly, but they never expected that the "mercury liquid" would have such ability to get out a bullet embedded in their belly? How long did it take? It took less than ten seconds!

"This is a new weapon?"

Ahmed stuttered, unable to believe what he had seen with his own eyes.

"No, no, brother, we have to take it over!"

Compared to Ahmed's slowness, Usda immediately became excited. What did he see? This must be the most advanced medical equipment for Americans, and only Americans have such advanced things.

He hated Americans but was extremely superstitious about the strength of Americans. Perhaps it was the entanglement of all Middle Eastern people.

But they could think of this. The extremists on the other side were not fools. They were afraid that the Kurds here would rush out first. They ignored the rest and fired fiercely at this side, but they jumped out and rushed towards the man in the middle.

"not good!"

For a moment, they were suppressed by the remaining firepower of the other party. Not only did they not have time to react, but the lack of ammunition also made them powerless.

I could only watch the two extremist militants sprinted behind the man with ak, shouting loudly in Arabic, trying to get the man to leave with them.

But it's still the same as before.

The man turned a deaf ear and didn't even have much physical reaction.

One of them was anxious and waved the butt stock to mount the back of the man's head, and then dragged the man back like a dead pig.

"call……"

The butt stock he swung was cut into the air and stopped suddenly.

Seeing his companion stop suddenly, the militants next to him were confused, but as soon as he shook his body, his pupils widened uncontrollably, and he fell backwards at the same rhythm as his companion.

"this?"

Ahmed and Usda looked at each other, unable to understand why the two of them suddenly fell down.

Not only did they not understand, but the enemy on the other side could not understand. They roared loudly, thinking that the man had knocked down his companion by using some strange sneak attack. Someone no longer cared about it and aimed at the man with a gun.

With no cover, even if they were extremely bad at shooting, they were still confident that they could hit the man.

"Bang bang bang..."

More than a dozen bullets were shot out in a row, not only did the man die, but the extremist militants also wanted civilians to die along with them.

"Oh, Allah!"

The speed of the bullet is close to seven or eight hundred meters in one second. Even the child knows that the bullets fired can only be seen in the corners of the wall or the wounds of the corpse. This situation is absolutely impossible...

It was about one meter away from the man's back, and the bullets that were shot stopped in the air one by one, as if they were trapped in the quagmire of air and could not move.

But how is this possible?

Everyone looked at the center of the street with a dull look on their faces. The dozen bullets that were stuck in the air were all confused at this moment. They didn't even have any questions yet, and they just felt that common sense had been completely defeated.

The visitor slowly took off his face, revealing an Asian face, and turned his head calmly to look at the bullets stuck in the air.

He said nothing and did nothing.

With lightning speed, the storm of death has already arrived!

More than a dozen bullets solidified in the air instantly gained more than ten times stronger than before. No matter what kind of cover it was, it could not protect it under such an offensive.
Chapter completed!