Mira pulled out the scalpel and pressed her right knee against Xiao Yuanchao's waist and eyes, allowing her sitting body to look backwards, flowing as much blood as possible and releasing more air.

"I've never seen someone like you, which opened my eyes." Mira sighed, "Sometimes I really can't figure out what exactly supports someone like you."

Mira had no intention of killing Xiao Yuanchao at all, she just made a small joke. She was surprised, amazed that Xiao Yuanchao could withstand so many injuries and not fall down, and endure such great pain without making a sound.

This is not something that everyone can do, because people are always humans, and after all, they are not gods. As long as they are humans, they have to accept the rules that must appear in the body and surrender under the pain. But Xiao Yuanchao did not surrender, even though he was covered in gunshot wounds.

"Faith." Xiao Yuanchao said relaxedly: "Only faith can support it. I am a person with faith."

When talking about faith, a hot light bloomed in Xiao Yuanchao's eyes, and even a sacred flashed on his face covered with blood. At this moment, he was a devout believer, a believer who existed because of the power of faith.

"Islam? Buddhism? Taoism? Christianity?" Mira looked puzzled.

Faith generally exists as a product of religion, Islam, Buddhism, Taoism, Christianity... When believers cannot forget and be pious about these sects when they reach the point of death and are pious, this is faith.

"No, my faith is the party." Xiao Yuanchao said with a smile.

"Party?" Mira became even more confused.

Each country has many parties, and Iraq alone has no less than ten parties: the ruling party, the opposition party, etc.

No one has ever had a belief in any party, because it is impossible.

The Party has the meaning of political parties and partiality. In the past, it refers to relatives. All kinds of like-minded people come together, which is the basis for the formation of the Party. At the same time, the Party also refers to a type of people who have the same aspirations, do the same things, or have similarities.

When there is enough people, a party is formed. The party itself is just an ideology and an organizational form used to gather people with common political positions and common political goals and directions.

Faith is the result of the radiation of the spirit, which refers to the claim of sages, ideology, or the conviction and respect for God, fear of ghosts, demons, demons or natural weather, and regard it as one's own code of conduct.

Faith is often associated with worship, but it is different from worship. Faith is mainly aimed at concepts, while worship is mainly aimed at an individual, such as God, Jesus, the sun, the lion, etc.

Faith has an emotional experience, especially reflected in religious beliefs. Faith has become a topic originated from ancient Greece. Socrates said: Unexamined life is not worth living.

As a current political party, it is difficult for people to develop the power of faith, because many parties themselves do not have the conditions for faith.

"The Communist Party of China." Xiao Yuanchao added: "My faith is the Communist Party of China, and my faith is my motherland and people."

"Really...had such faith?" Mira asked in a low voice, her eyes filled with disbelief.

"Of course there is. If there is no faith, then what supports me to get to this point? Haha." Xiao Yuanchao sat up straight slowly and said with a serious face: "Maybe this is ridiculous in the eyes of many people, but those who laugh at me don't know me, don't understand me, and are sad and numb, because they never know what faith is."

Facing the serious Xiao Yuanchao, Mila moved her lips and said nothing. But what she showed in her eyes was belief. The reason for believing was very simple. It was enough for her to believe that a person who was shot ten times could sit in front of her and stand up and continue fighting.

"It's a pity that I'm a man without a motherland." Mira looked regretful.

"Then you are unfortunate." Xiao Yuanchao picked up half of the cigar and rushed to Mira: "I don't have much time to deal with other wounds."

After saying this, Xiao Yuanchao had already stood up and let blood flow from his back. It seemed that there was no pain or pain at this moment, but only the task that was about to be carried out.

Mira began to treat the gunshot wound in the manner of other wounds, and said while sewing it with needles and thread: "You will die like this, you will really die. You don't know how much armed force Basra has, and you can't get out of Basra City."

"You have a solution, right?" Xiao Yuanchao said.

"Yes, I have a way, but your body...if you save a life and let yourself die, is it worth it or not?" Mira asked staring at Xiao Yuanchao's back.

This is a multiple-choice question. Is it worth it or not to lose your own life in order to save others' lives?

"I have my wife, my buddy, and my old iron there... Is it worth it? It's a question left for businessmen to consider. I'm just a professional soldier. Tell me how to leave the city, what method, or authentic?" Xiao Yuanchao asked hard to stretch his waist.

He already knew the situation of Basra. As a city in war and a frontier position in war confrontation, every one of Basra may be a warrior. For example, that child and that woman.

This is a country that fell after being invaded. In the country that fell, everyone can play the role of a warrior. Just like in the past, when half of the country fell and became a slave to the collapse of the country, everyone is a warrior!

Mira quickly sutured Xiao Yuanchao's wound, and then wrapped it tightly with a film to make it airtight. She also wrapped it tightly with gauze to treat the wound.

Xiao Yuanchao began to wear equipment, layer by layer, and finally after putting on the mechanical exoskeleton, he used a very rare power supply to charge the mechanical exoskeleton.

"Walking out of the gate is the road. There is a sewer pipe in the middle of the road. You can reach the southern edge of the city by passing through the sewer pipe. Walking forward thirty kilometers is the forest. The Kurdish armed forces are stationed in the forest." Mira said to Xiao Yuanchao concisely: "Also, you can replenish ammunition here. As for the rest, I can only bless you. By the way, I want to ask solemnly: Must go?"

Xiao Yuanchao nodded.

"Why? You'll die!" Mira asked again.

"I am willing to die for my wife, I am willing to die for my comrades." Xiao Yuanchao carried the Barret sniper rifle, stared at a group of gun-bearing militants outside the window, and said to Mira: "Death is never a threat to me, it is just my destination, my final home. I think I can't walk the drain, I can only cross the bus la with my legs."

Mira also saw the militants walking towards her on the road with guns. Her face changed and became extremely ugly, and it was the kind of ugly that shouldn't have appeared.

"I think I have to go with you." Mira said.

After saying that, she pulled open the small arsenal hidden in the wall as quickly as possible and completed the arming of herself.

"Dadada..."

The bursting gunshot suddenly rang out, and the militants who rushed in without saying a word, directly shot at the door of the room.

"Smack it..."

The wooden door could not withstand the rifle's strafing and was instantly beaten to pieces.

"Does go!" Mira shouted, carried the bazooka to lock the door, and pulled the trench.

"Swoosh!"

"boom!"
Chapter completed!