The cellar is one meter deep, it is estimated that it is used to store some food, hiding in it should be able to avoid stray bullets, but there is basically no place to escape, Buck stood there, listening to the gunfire and screams outside, shouting and scolding, and then saw many women supporting each other and holding children from that side, there is no doubt that if the men in front of them failed, the fate of these women and children would be extremely tragic, especially under the premise that the tribe had also suffered heavy losses to the IS army in the morning.

The smell of gunpowder and the smell of the campfire drifted across the tip of Buck's nose, and he felt the weight in his heart increase a little bit under the push of these people running in front of him!

But what can you do?

The battlefield on the right is still fighting fiercely, and the sense of urgency with family behind it makes the Kurdish tribal forces definitely not flee, they will fight to the last man, but that is only a matter of time, two or three hundred Kurdish forces face the IS army, which is several times more famous for its fierceness, and the fate is also doomed.

It was pitch black on the left, but Buck suddenly caught a glimpse of a bright spot, getting closer and closer to this side!

It's like human nature......

The darker it is, the brighter the brilliance of humanity becomes!

This light was very strange in places where there were no electric lights, and Buck bent down and grabbed the girl's chin with one hand, dragging it up and twisting her face to look over there, "What's that?"

Probably thinking that he was going to break himself away, the girl became more and more stubborn, and even when she slid up Buck's thigh passively, she grabbed him by the root, and when Buck screamed, she looked at the light blankly: "Yes...... Mansour, Mansour they are back......"

Buck immediately reacted, it was the young men who had gone to the nearby city to get diesel fuel returned, this was the only one who left in that direction today, and the sound of the motor getting closer and closer also proved Buck's idea, they left on foot, but with this ...... It should be a three-wheeled motorcycle way back, and it really got diesel?

Several thoughts flashed through Buck's mind, but he ignored the sore spot that was still being caught, and lowered his head and pulled up the girl with this ambiguous action: "Go and call all the women who can hold a gun, go to that position and wait, those who can't hold a gun take the child, there is a mountain road in that direction, climb up, climb up without looking back!"

Buck finally made up his mind and left the survival to these people.

But he held the cellar with both hands, dragging the girl who didn't let go to the battlefield, the girl finally realized that he wasn't trying to run away, and quickly let go of the direction: "Is it there?"

Buck was already running, "yes! I see there are guns over there! you go get those guns out! and they're all lying there!"

When he set off yesterday, Buck noticed that although there were many ammunition in more than a dozen truckloads of aid, the number of rifles exceeded that of these men, not to mention that the Kurds have always had the habit of carrying their own guns, and many men had their own guns.

The girl's shrill shouts attracted a lot of footsteps behind Buck, but his attention was all on this side of the battlefield, and after running past a few more earthen houses, Buck saw the situation on the battlefield through the blazing bonfire, and it was indeed from the entire direction of the road here, the road, the hill, and the hillside, there were shaking figures, and the flames of the guns were dense!

And the road is already full of dead and wounded, and in the morning the corpses of the IS army have been moved together and piled up, so these are Kurds!

Other living Kurdish men were hiding behind every corner and even behind the corpses of their comrades and shooting defenses, and if it weren't for their resistance, those IS troops would have flooded over like a tidal wave!

The three armored vehicles, which were originally regarded as the hope of revitalizing the clan, were parked in the central open area, and perhaps it was these three large pieces that attracted too many people to dance around, and there were dozens of people hiding behind the armored vehicles, except for shooting and roaring......

Bassoon: They are right, no one can get close to the body, and they are all facing the attacker, except for the machine gun on the top of the body, other parallel machine guns can't turn the muzzle to attack, but look at the bullets shuttling around the tank at this moment, who can outcrop their heads to control the machine gun next to the tank turret or turn into the turret to start the gun?

With a whistling roar, a rocket was fired accurately into the side of the space between the two armored vehicles and hit the ground, although the bullet could not hit the back of the vehicle, but the rocket that exploded here, producing countless fragments, was equivalent to refraction, and it was a scream!

The casualties and rout of these Kurdish militants is only a matter of time, in Barker's eyes, ten minutes is a miracle, as long as those IS troops in the distance advance steadily and steadily, without needless casualties, slowly consume the ammunition of these Kurds, and occasionally use rockets or accurate shots to reduce the number of people, this side will soon be completely incapacitated, and finally rush up to kill and call it a day.

But the Kurdish men still stood at every corner without retreating, trying to deter the enemy like a needle, even if they knew they were about to break!

That's right, in this battle, the three armored vehicles are the focus, the battle on both sides revolves around the armored vehicles, the defensive ones hide behind the armored vehicles, and the attacking ones keep cutting off the people who are close to the vehicles, the practice is actually similar to the snipers in the morning, but the accurate marksmanship used in the morning is used here, and the overwhelming rain of bullets is used here.

Buck watched the men who were struggling to defend the road on the side of the town, silently disappearing from the darkness, and the girl who had already beckoned hundreds of women to come to the house with rifles watched his figure move with some surprise, hesitated for a moment, looked at the companions who were climbing the mountain road in the distance behind him, and still chose to believe Buck.

Watch as Buck walks towards the shaking motorcycle light that is getting closer and closer......

Ahead, including the middle-aged elder, they all knew what the result of their futile resistance was!

Listening to the faint voices of women and children behind them, these men still chose to face the enemy, pulled out the Kurdish knife, grabbed the hot barrel, dragged the painful body and waited for the enemy's final charge, even if it was the last hand-to-hand combat, they had to desperately delay time or kill any enemy who could be killed!

The Kurds have always retaliated with enemies who invade their homeland!

Then, when the oil was almost exhausted, I suddenly heard a female voice behind me shouting: "Allah bless...... Come back!"

The voices grew louder and louder, and apparently more women joined in, shouting in unison and repeatedly, "Allah bless...... Come back...... Abdi ...... Kobani ......"

The names of men echoed in this valley where there were only gunshots before!