According to Tariq, a few days ago, the soldiers of the Renaissance Front, who did not say they had committed any crimes against the people, but were quite honest, seemed to have received some unified instructions and began to plunder civilians' belongings and belongings in Baidra City. Living supplies.
Is the house in a good location? The Renewal Front has requisitioned!
Does the car perform well? The Renewal Front has requisitioned!
Does your wife and daughter look good? The Renewal Front has requisitioned!
In addition to these, whether it is household appliances or poultry raised by residents, they are all on the thugs' plunder list, which is called strategic material reserves for the upcoming jihad.
This was no joke. Faisal on the side also spoke to prove that what Tariq said was true.
Because when he heard the noise and was about to flee with his wife and children, he was also broken into his home by a soldier from the Renaissance Front carrying a big goose. Fortunately, Faisal was well prepared. He used copper ornaments from his home to sneak attack him and beat him to death. He also picked up the thug's AK.
Perhaps due to insufficient troops, or perhaps General Nasser still had a trace of humanity left in his heart, the Al-Nath al-Nath Front did not blockade the city, but allowed the civilians to leave. Most of the civilians who had everything except their lives taken away also chose to flee the city, but the speed was much slower than them.
These self-organized refugee camps are just the beginning. If this situation continues, the refugee camps in Dehloran may not be able to accommodate the upcoming flow of refugees.
Seeing that Tarik was getting more and more excited as he spoke, the commander of the special operations company quickly patted him on the shoulder, indicating that he was safe now and that his wife and daughter would soon be escorted away by the Star Soldiers.
After some consolation, Tariq and Faisal volunteered to lead the special operations team members to the refugee camp in the reservoir so that their families could escape the suffering as soon as possible.
And they also told the captain an important piece of information - in addition to several outdoor camps, there is also a gathering place for refugees inside the reservoir dam, some of which are deserters from the Renaissance Front and their families, who should be accepted No more Nasser's tyranny.
After all, they are all natives of Badela. In order to prevent their families from being caught up in the war in the city with them, and to save their lives, it seems reasonable to become deserters.
As for Feisal and the others, they only learned about this because those deserters were determined to change their minds. They took the guys to visit several camps outside the dam, euphemistically calling them taxes for the general.
Thanks to these deserters, they knew that they were weak and did not dare to be too arrogant. Otherwise, the special operations company might have to collect their bodies.
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"Nuri, do you still have wine!?"
The deserters from the Al-Awah Front that Faisal mentioned sat around and drank happily from crude wine glasses made of iron sheets. After a while, a bottle of imported spirits entered the stomachs of the deserters. One of the middle-aged deserters with a sinister face smacked his lips in contentment and asked the other young deserter if there were any more.
Nuri shook his head and skillfully protected his head with his hands. Sure enough, the next second, the middle-aged man kicked him to the ground.
There is no way, who told him not to have a gun?
Nuri, who had just "joined the army" for a few days, had no time to be happy when he was ordered by his superiors to rob civilians. How could the poor young man have the courage? The AK he had just received and had not yet been heated was taken back by his superiors, leaving him with no choice but to He fled with his bare hands and a few veterans, You Zi.
Who knew that the other deserters along the way saw that he had no weapon in his hand, so they shouted at him one after another, and punched and kicked him if they were slightly unhappy.
There is no way, who told him not to have a gun?
Perhaps the long-term solitary life made Nuri mentally unhealthy. He actually showed no hatred or any other emotions towards those who beat and scolded him.
If anything, it would be pitiful that he would show his strength and inner panic by bullying the weak.
The middle-aged deserter saw that Nuri only looked at him with cold eyes after being kicked, so he spat in his face, pulled out the pistol on his waist and asked him to go to the refugee camp outside to grab more wine.
With no choice but to get up from the ground, Nuri patted the dust on his camouflage uniform and quickly left the disgusting party.
Just when he was about to raise his hand to push open the dam door, an armor-covered arm suddenly stretched out from the corner of the corridor and locked him tightly. Nuri clearly felt the sound of the exoskeleton armor coming from his back. The cold touch and the muzzle of the gun against my waist.
"Don't move, don't make a sound!"
A deep voice came from behind the facial armor of the special operations team member, and the standard pronunciation of the simultaneous interpreter made Nuri instantly lose the idea of resisting.
Glancing at the camouflage uniform on Nouri, the special operations team member poked his waist with the muzzle of his gun and asked in a low voice: "Are you a soldier of the Al-Nusra Front?"
"Desert, there are three guys like me inside, two AKs and one pistol. The biggest one is wearing a body armor."
Nuri's calm and detailed answer made the special forces team members stunned. He betrayed his teammates too quickly. Originally, he planned to take them out for torture first!
"Hehe, body armor can't prevent this!"
The captain holding an electromagnetic rifle raised his gun as he passed by Nuri and said with a smile: "Young man, you have a great future. If your information is true, I can vouch for you to prevent you from dying in the punishment camp. "
"Punishment camp?"
Nuri looked at the captain with a confused look, and silently recited the strange-sounding word in his mind, seeming to be pondering the meaning of the word.
The captain answered his doubts in one sentence before leaving his sight.
"No one alive would want to go there."
...
"Why doesn't that little bastard come back? I remember leaving two bottles of wine for the old guy at the door. Don't just take it and drink it by yourself!"
"Hahaha, that's impossible. I never drink. I never drink~"
One of the deserters was laughing wildly while taking advantage of the alcohol to act out Nuri's embarrassing posture at that time - holding his head in his hands and letting the deserters pour low-quality drinks on his head for fun.
"Oh, no wonder he smells of alcohol on his head. Is it you who did it?"
A strange voice sounded from beside them, startling the two half-drunk deserters.
As the cold barrel of the electromagnetic rifle pressed against the back of their heads, the two deserters forced out a smile and begged for mercy tremblingly: "Ah haha, we are all joking, don't kill me, don't kill me... ....”
"Are you kidding? Then you are really lucky. There are many fun-loving guys waiting for you in the punishment camp!"
Seeing two team members stepping forward to take away the weapons of the deserters, the captain walked up to them and asked, "Where is the other big guy? Why didn't you see him?"
"Nuri, you bastard! It's over now!"
The deserter scolded Nuri in his heart for betraying his own people without talking about "comradeship", and replied with a smile: "Are you talking about Saladin? He drank too much and was sleeping in the tent. Well, that's it."
Not daring to put down the hands raised above his head, one of the deserters pouted at a red tent not far away, and glanced guiltily at the dark exoskeleton armor of the captain in front of him that covered his whole body. Who knows how these tin cans can quietly Close to them!
"you sure?"
Although he knew that the deserter could not see his expression through the mask, the captain still smiled slightly, raised his hand and fired a shot at the green tent on the side.
The electromagnetic projectile shot at nearly ten times the speed of sound instantly penetrated the tent. The big deserter hidden inside was beaten into a ball of blood mist along with his body armor, while the right hand that fell on the ground was still holding on to the weapon. Fragmentation grenade with safety protection.
As the remaining team members reported the situation of the remaining camps to the captain through the communication equipment in their helmets, control of the four camps in the reservoir had fallen into the hands of the group.
"Crack!"
The crisp sound of the electronic handcuffs closing made the deserter who gave the wrong answer collapse to the ground in fright, shouting: "I remembered it wrong! I really remembered it wrong! Please spare me, sir! Please spare me!"
The captain lifted the limp deserter up with one hand, which was enough to overturn the car's arm hydraulic device, making the deserter in his hand as helpless as a trembling chicken.
"Whether you remember it correctly or not, the punishment camp will give you the answer."
"Punishment camp? What is that..."
A special operations team member with a medic logo printed on his breastplate came forward, and a powerful anesthetic was enough to calm the extremely frightened deserter.
"I won't shout! Don't give me an injection! Uh..."
Another deserter just glanced at the green tent that had turned red, and found that his only remaining companion fell under the opponent's sharp needle, and he fainted from the shock.
The captain kicked the middle-aged deserter's body and laughed when he saw that he had really fainted.
"Hahaha! This guy faints from needles! If the soldiers of the Renaissance Front are like this, we can go home before Christmas!"
