The Middle East has always been dominated by weapons and equipment from the Soviet Union and Russia in the past. Not only does it have the tradition of cheap equipment, but the weapons of the Russians are indeed durable and suitable for Middle Eastern militants who have little maintenance and culture.

The former Soviet Union, which traditionally believed in the strategy of large-scale artillery, never valued small-caliber mortars, so there were not many mortars in this area, but as long as there were, the caliber would definitely not be very small. The 40-50-60-mm platoon-class mortars popular in European and American troops basically started from the 80-mm caliber caliber in Russia. Usually, the range of mortars with this caliber has exceeded three or four kilometers, outside the range of 23-mm cannons, and they can also shoot through hills and hills. They can only be bombed but have no choice!

The IS army, who had been on standby for two or three hours, has it been gone to tinker with such a big killer?!

He rolled up the pancakes with one hand and hugged the meat soup and beans inside and stuffed them into his mouth. He pulled Gulisa, who had not yet reacted, and stood up and hid behind her back without even having time to pick up the rifle. The two of them rolled and crawled together and rolled for several meters away. Then they heard the whistle approaching and then landed and exploded!

The angle of the explosion point is a bit off. It is about 100 meters on the right side of the castle, and it is still more than 200 meters away. Combined with the cannon on the city wall, Buck understood that the artillery attacks of these IS militants basically rely on experience and confusion!

No matter how many, you can shoot the approximate angle distance and then adjust it according to the result of the shell shooting down!

Putting the food in his hand into Gulisa's arms, Buck grabbed his telescope and began to look far away. This high-end product of more than 2,000 US dollars looked at the single barrel that was only the size of a palm, but the clarity and magnification were not comparable to ordinary goods. Many military supplies were not as good as that. Buck quickly passed the large messy camp area and quickly searched two or three times outside the range of the cannon. He didn't see any mortar launching position, but saw a long row of parked vehicles on the top of the vehicle, hiding from people looking at it with the telescope!

Two or three hundred meters away from the castle, there was a large refugee camp. The tent area built with white cloth may have been used for militants around the castle in the early days, and it was relatively neat. Later, more and more messy small tents were mixed everywhere, and they were all messy. When Buck was looking for snipers with a sniper rifle, he observed this area attentively. Now I don’t know if it was overturned during the battle or if the IS army took the initiative to tear down some large tents when evacuating. In short, a long row of neatly parked cars were exposed in the back that was originally blocked!

And to Buck's surprise, most of them were Hummer off-road vehicles that the US side used extensively in the Iraq War!

After the fog disappeared, many militants drove away from the camping area in a mess. At that time, Buck noticed the other party's off-road vehicles and pickup trucks, but now he realized that the number of cars the other party owned far exceeded his imagination!

Gulisa ate her food and stuffed her mouth hard. After hearing what Buck said, she responded with difficulty: "The car... they seized from the Iraqi National Army... very, very many. When the Americans evacuated, they left thousands of Hummers to the National Army. As a result, in the battle between Mosul and Titrick, almost most of them were stolen..."

Buck still grimaced a little bit of admiration for the prodigal sons of the Iraqi government: "Go to Palmyra, we can't float down by boat, go back and drive those pickup trucks. It's still a big deal to run long distances like these people, you have to grab some cars..."

Gulisa finally got the food down and breathed a sigh of relief to suck the water bag sucking nozzle beside Rabak's backpack: "The female prisoners said that these cars can be driven. They have only been deliberately transferred from other places in the past few days. They just arranged neatly for one or two days, and deliberately made a formation to show the Afghan VIPs. Oh, by the way, there are also VIPs from the Caucasus. It is said that several Muslim veterans who participated in the Chechen War came over there to serve as military guidance!" She pulled Buck's water bag without any hesitation and started drinking.

Buck was reminded: "Take the female prisoners to identify the bodies pulled out of the cellar and record their identities. I can understand who they killed... I think a bearded commander killed this morning is from Chechnya. Their dress looks so familiar." Seeing that the girl had finished drinking, she picked up the rifle and stood up.

Gulisa hesitated for a moment and looked at the wound on her shoulder, but she still didn't choose to go with her to grab the car. She burped her way to continue to find the prisoners to explain the information.

Walking down from the hillside, except for the sentries on the city wall, almost all the female soldiers sat or lie on the open space to rest. A few of them were wearing loose clothes and untied clothes and basking in the sun comfortably, which attracted the scolding of the bound extreme fundamental prisoners!

But the Kurdish female soldiers turned a deaf ear. They were much more rough and casual. When they saw Buck coming to tease: "Why don't you be intimate with Asa? Who are you going to come and find?"

Buck had already covered his face and pointed at the advanced sniper rifle bags: "Go up and watch the two snipers to the top of the mountain to watch, and then a few people secretly went out with me to rob a few cars back, so it would be easy to evacuate!"

Under the torture of extreme wars, women are even more resilient than men. In Eva's original mocking of Buck, it is so painful to have children. Women can survive it. It's nonsense to be tired and injured. So even though the female soldiers still staggered and stood up immediately. There were definitely not many men who complained like that. They were more physically and younger, and they could drive with Buck. A few mature and persistent people went to look out and control the machine cannon.

Of course, Buck also had the purpose of countering the mortars during this trip. He also carried a sniper rifle and pointed out those who controlled the cannon to pay attention to the mortar shells in the sky at any time. As a result, these women were not concerned about the shells: "I often hear them fired like this, but they can't shoot accurately! Don't be afraid... Allah will bless us!"

Buck was a little laughed. It seemed that he really lived a comfortable life after returning to China and gradually became fussy?

Sure enough, when he opened the city wall door and sneaked out along the wall, the second shell flew out. It was obvious that the adjustment was even more failed this time, and the shell flew directly over the castle area and hit the lake!

This made Buck feel a little relaxed. He listened to the high-point sniper in the headphones starting to guide himself in the direction and surrounding conditions, quickly hugged his waist and passed through the bushes outside the castle, and made a little judgment and started running slantedly. First, he crossed the more than 100 meters of empty distance that had firmly blocked the enemy's troops outside before!

Because the entire area is basically flat, except for the castle with a hillside, there is no other high point to observe such low-position behavior. Even the snipers cannot shoot and kill them because of the messy tents in the camping area.

Thanks to the unceremonious cleaning and firing of the entire camp area by machine guns and machine guns, almost all the militants retreated far away. But Buck is now afraid that those wounded people who were abandoned by their companions and were not taken away. If there are still those who can use the gun to secretly lie among the corpses and give him a cold gun, it is like the aunt who died in the end.

That's the bad luck that has been going on for eight lifetimes!

So I rushed to the scattered corpses and felt the blood of insects and flies that had begun to buzz around me, but I felt much more at ease.

Turning around, the female soldiers wearing desert camouflage uniforms like him also rushed into the corpse one after another.
Chapter completed!