Looking at Nuli's fearful eyes, Abdullah couldn't help but feel anger in her heart. I once loved you so much, pursued you so eagerly, and longed for these beautiful eyes to look at herself with love. But what I received was rejection again and again, and she stroked her sleeves again and again, putting myself in an extremely awkward situation again and again. At that time, you were the master of Oh, my only one. Now, it's time to control you, you damn woman. I really don't know what benefits that Han dog gave you, making you willingly sleep with him. However, it's time to change someone.

Abdullah, who was crazy, knocked out the trembling Nuri with a punch, lifted the quilt, and took off all her clothes and pounced on her in a few quick ways. Since you refused to marry me, I wouldn't let you have a good time, but no matter what, I want to get you.

After a long time, Abdullah climbed up from the limp body of Nuli after venting. Men are sometimes a very strange animal. The more they want women they can't get, the more they always fantasize about women they can't get into as an unattainable goddess in their minds. But once they get it, they will find that the goddess just takes off the mysterious coat on her body and becomes an ordinary person. That's what Abdullah thinks now. On the way he comes, he once thought about just killing the dead one.

The Han people took Nuli with them to escape. After all, this was the woman they had been pursuing desperately. But after venting their yu-seeking, he was surprised to find that this beautiful woman was even worse than a pig in his eyes. Looking at the white body on the bed and the blood-stained corpse next to him, Abdullah suddenly felt an inexplicable disgust and fear: it was this woman who made me come to this point. I am now a murderer, and others would kill me.

Vilino's words suddenly rang in Abdullah's ears again. Yes, this woman is indeed guilty. She is impure and Allah will not bless her. Thinking of this, he picked up the long knife beside the bed and pointed it at Nuli's exposed body and inserted it...

"Hey! What's wrong with you?" A rude voice next to him interrupted Abdullah's memory. A face with a little sparse short moustache red reached in front of him: "Come on, Hangou is about to attack."

"Yes, Hangou is coming in. They will kill me and kill me." Thinking of this, Abdullah was excited and quickly grabbed the gun in his hand and inserted the magazine viciously: "No, I can't just wait for death in vain. Come on! Let's see who died first."

Dorikun-Aisha felt something was wrong when he started digging with a drilling machine. As the religious leader of the "East Turkish" group, he had a very sensitive intuition. This is an indescribable ability, and even Dorikun himself could not explain the specific feelings. He only knew that whenever he wanted to do something, there would always be a kind of force in the dark that seemed to guide him, so that he could achieve twice the result with half the effort. The same was true for several times. He could sleep until dawn that night, but he felt very irritable and tossed and turned. At around two o'clock in the morning, Dorikun simply stood up. Every time he encountered danger, he would be irritable. Is it the same this time? Is it Hangou coming to kill him? It is unlikely. The firmness of this base

I know it, and the design was very special. The gate of the base must be opened from the inside. In other words, only the people in the organization can open from the inside. Want to attack? More than 100 meters deep underground and more than 7 meters thick reinforced concrete shells can't be blown up. If you want to use engineering operations from outside, there will be US troops stationed in Akuka, not far from here, and you can get here in half an hour. Could it be that someone inside me wants to kill me? It is unlikely that I am the messenger of Allah, which is something that every believer knows. The leaders of several other organizations can die, but they cannot have problems. I believe they know the consequences. These are not the reasons? So how should I explain my uneasy feeling?

As time passed slowly, Dorikun Aisha's irritability not only did not ease, but became even stronger. He was uneasy and took out a pistol from under the pillow and took it with him, and walked out of the residence alone.

The huge underground base was very empty, and all kinds of heavy weapons could be seen everywhere. Sentinels from various important places were also patrolling quietly, without any sign of panic. Seeing all this, Dorikun felt relieved, but this did not relieve the irritability in his mind. In this way, he followed the corridor of the base to the prayer room.

This prayer room is very large, and can accommodate more than 1,000 people to pray at the same time. The interior of the room is built in a typical Islamic style, and various decorations are also based on the design of each mosque, and even the round ceilings are also available. It can be seen that the designer spent a lot of time on the thoughts of the base users. Looking at this solemn prayer room, Dorikun seemed to hear Allah's inspiration again. So he shook his robe and made a comeback on the clean ground, with his hands facing the sky, preparing to pray for morning prayers.

Close his eyes slightly and concentrate on meditation. Dorikun was about to chant prayer from his mouth when he suddenly heard a fine and slight sound. This sound was like a crushing sound made by a person wearing heavy leather boots and pressing hard on a pile of soft sand. The sound was very small, but Dorikun was sure that he had heard it wrong. It was this sound, which was the source of his irritability and anxiety. Yes, it was it.

But where did this sound come from? Dorikun looked around and found no source of the sound, but judging from the location, the source of the sound should be near him, so why can't it be found? Dorikun shook his head in confusion and looked up at the beautiful zenith of the prayer room. In an instant, the pupils in his eyes magnified rapidly - a few traces of almost unnoticed dust were slowly falling from above, sticking to his white robe, so eye-catching.

"There is an enemy", Dorikun Aisha turned around and shouted loudly at the two bodyguards behind her: "There is an enemy invasion, go and sound the alarm."

Soon, a sound similar to a bank alarm but with a volume of several times higher than it sounded in the huge base, and many people with various weapons in their hands rushed out of each room, and everyone was constantly asking what had happened to the people around them, everyone was constantly guessing the reason for the alarm, and some were muttering and complaining sleepily, and the entire base was like a pot of boiled water boiling lively.

Dorikun Aisha is worthy of being the religious leader of the group. Simple words and a few simple commands let everyone know what is about to happen and what they should do. So a new chaos began again.

"The enemy is above," thought Dorikun-Eisha. From the location of the sound source, it can be seen that their attack point is above the prayer room, and the sound is getting louder and louder, and now the sound of mechanical drilling on the ground can be clearly heard.

"We have to contact the Americans stationed in Akuka quickly. With the current strength in our hands, we cannot stop the attack of Hangou." Dorikun knew this very well, so he did the same. The signal of help was sent out at the first time. All we can do now is to fight the attacking Hangou before the Americans arrived.

The usually sacred and peaceful prayer room was in a mess. Many sacks of rice and various food boxes were dragged in from outside and piled up into bunkers. Seven or eight heavy machine guns were placed on top in a backfire posture. Two "dense array" anti-aircraft guns that were more than six meters high were dragged here from their original position by two trucks. Various types of weapons were placed in every corner where there was enough space. Even two "Challenger" tanks were opened at the gate of the prayer room. The black hole muzzle was raised high at a 60-degree angle, pointing to the tall zenith. From time to time, people were busy holding boxes of bullets back and forth between the various machine gun positions. As the roaring motor of the drilling machine became louder, everyone guarding the position could not help but show a look of panic and fear on their faces. After all, being sneaked into the enemy's sneak attack was a very uncomfortable thing.
Chapter completed!