The dead and injured were already lying everywhere on the road. In the morning, the bodies of the IS army were moved together and piled up, so these were all Kurds!

Other living Kurdish men were hiding in every corner and even behind the bodies of their companions, firing fire to defend themselves. If it weren't for their resistance, those IS troops would have been coming like a tide!

The three armored vehicles, which were originally regarded as the hope of revitalizing the tribe, were parked in the open central area. Perhaps it was these three large items that attracted too many people to dance around. There were the most corpses around, and dozens of people were hiding behind the armored vehicles, except for shooting or roaring...

Basson and the others were right. No one could get close to the body of the car, and they were all facing the attacking party sideways. Except for the machine gun on the top of the car, other parallel machine guns could not turn the muzzle to attack. But look at the bullets shuttled around the tank at this moment, who could expose the machine gun or turn it into the turret to start the cannon?

With a scream, a rocket basket fired at the side of the space between the two armored vehicles and hit the ground. Although the bullets could not hit the vehicle behind it, the rockets that exploded here produced countless fragments, which was equivalent to refraction, and another scream!

The casualties and defeats of these Kurdish militants are just a matter of time. From Buck's perspective, ten minutes is a miracle. As long as the IS troops in the distance move forward steadily, there is no need for unnecessary casualties to charge, slowly consume these Kurdish ammunition, and occasionally use rockets or precise shooting to reduce the number of people, the side will soon lose its combat effectiveness, and finally rush up to kill and finish the work.

But the Kurdish men still pressed against every corner without retreating, like needles trying their best to deter the enemy, even if they knew they were about to break!

That's right, in this battle, the three armored vehicles were the focus. The battles of both sides revolved around armored vehicles. The defense hid behind the armored vehicles, and the attackers kept cutting off people approaching the vehicles. The method was actually similar to the snipers in the morning, but the precise gun technique used in the morning, and the overwhelming rain of bullets was used here.

Buck looked at the men who were struggling to guard the roads by the town and disappeared silently from the darkness. The girl who had already greeted hundreds of women who came to the house with rifles in her arms looked at his figure moving in surprise. He hesitated for a moment, looked at the companions climbing the mountain road far behind him, and chose to believe Buck.

Watching Buck walk towards the shaking motorcycle light that is getting closer and closer...

In front of him, including the middle-aged elder, they knew what the result of their futile resistance!

After the rifles fired bullets, the gun rod held in their hands turned into a fire stick. Listening to the vague sounds of women and children from behind, these men chose to face the enemy, pulled out the Kurdish knife, grabbed the hot barrel, dragged the injured body to wait for the enemy's final charge. Even if they had to fight hand-to-hand in the end, they had to delay time or kill any enemy that could be killed!

The Kurds have always been frustrated against enemies who invade their homeland!
Chapter completed!