By the time Buck and the hyenas arrived at the town where Daisy had mentioned that they were transiting, Dudeka and they were in place, and it would be much easier to pass through the Kurdish region, which the Turks did not have 100% control over the eastern part of the country, and there was no leisure to take care of it.

It was because of Daisy, a former IS member, that Buck and the others were able to accurately find this very inconspicuous town on the border, estimated to be only one or two hundred buildings, but Buck and the hyenas did not dare to go over for the time being, and the previous Golden Eagle scouts only dared to haunt the big city dozens of kilometers away, so they quickly evacuated after two or three days.

Because both sides of the border are basically empty plains, with occasional undulating hills and few trees, a bit of a desolate feeling, and the Syrian side seems to have less vegetation, so the Turkish side tries to reclaim farmland to restore vegetation, and then in the vast plains are distributed in a network of villages, there is a natural village every two or three kilometers, a small village of thirty or fifty households, a large area of green vegetation and dozens of villages surrounding a central city, surrounded by barrenness, such a village and town terrain structure makes outsiders very eye-catching.

Buck and the hyenas only dared to drive through the dense roads between the villages, but they never dared to approach the one on the border, and basically kept a distance of more than ten or twenty kilometers from the border.

Because even in cars, it's common to see people carrying guns in villages outside that are Muslim and Sunni of the same faith as IS.

Just by keeping the speed of the car and pretending to pass by, Buck and the others seemed to feel the eyes on the side of the road and the muzzle of the gun hidden in the window following them suspiciously.

So after driving into a city with a scale of more than 100,000 people, walking around the streets and feeling the kind of big mom purchasing group with big bags on their heads everywhere that the investigators said, Buck and the hyena simply did not stay here and drove to the interior of Turkey, and the inexplicable sense of pressure was really decreasing.

No matter how many people there were, the two of them could mingle in the city, and after sitting in a sunny roadside café flipping through a few newspapers, Buck decided to venture out again at night.

At this time, the more skillful cooperation between the hyena and Buck was reflected, after dinner, quietly packed up their things, re-got a set of local license plates, turned around and drove back, about nine o'clock after nightfall, after passing through the green farmland village area that could overlook the border town, observing the eyes of the villagers who were still vigilant, Buck quietly pushed open the back door behind a barren hill, knocked his fist with the hyena who stretched out his hand, whispered Ulla, and then rolled and jumped out of the car by the side of the slowing down, and the hyena continued to drive away as if nothing happened。

Smelling the smell of dry dust wafting in the air and the smell of vegetables and fruits in the green oil fields not far away, Buck lay on the edge of the somewhat powdery sandy hills for a few minutes, feeling the ethereal spirit of himself as if there was only one person in the world, and after confirming that there were no vehicles or people following the hyena and him, he slowly got up, slightly discerned the direction, carried his backpack, tightened every lock on the backpack, confirmed that he was almost tied to himself, and began to bend over and walk, just walking between these undulating barren hills.

In order to avoid checking that he did not carry anything that would make people suspicious of the night vision device, Buck could only take out an ST thermal imager lens from his backpack at this time, and insert it directly into the mobile phone about the size of his tail finger, and take a walk to open the mobile phone screen with this to observe whether there is any heat source around, but the power of this thing is very small, and he can't see too far, the entire black wilderness only shows a large gray-blue sky outline on the screen, and the ground and plants that have been scorched by the sun during the day are dark red, but as long as there is a human body, it will become a yellowish and whitish outline, although the pixel is very low, but Buck only needs an early warning effect at this time, which is enough。

The key is his own walking, such a deep foot shallow foot walking is not in a hurry at all, the small cold light lighting strip tied between the laces of the high-top scout boots can only illuminate the range of less than half a meter in front of him, and he can't see it from a little distance, pay attention to the ankles not to be caught by stones or any objects, and keep the upper body healthy and calm, which is the old way.

And such a walk that focuses on the details of the ground can also effectively drive away all kinds of unnecessary emotions.

It takes a lot of courage to walk alone in the wilderness in an area where gunfire may erupt at any moment, or snow-bright searchlights on armored vehicles.

Don't scare yourself.

This walk is more than ten kilometers, almost two hours!

Finally, Buck looked at the brightly lit town in front of him with some dumbfounded!

He thought he could come in the dark to get closer to the town on the border and see if there was any chance of Daisy's crossing.

However, I found that compared to the sparsely lit natural villages before, this slightly larger town is full of people, like a night market!

Three or five hundred meters away, Buck had to crawl forward in the ravines and ridges outside the town, and at this time his little thermal image was useless, frowning and picking up the telescope to observe the situation over there.

It's lively, it's really lively, countless women in robes and men with guns on the only main road in the town, the ground is full of all kinds of improvised stalls, piled up with guns, mobile phones, laptops and other various items, Buck can even make out that those slightly larger laptops should be second-hand, and then look at the stacks of military uniforms, Many of the tactical vests still have bullet holes and blood stains on them, and Buck can't help but wonder where these things come from, unlike any second-hand items in any city that are stolen and stolen at worst, and maybe behind everything here is like the personal belongings piled up outside the gas chamber of the German concentration camp in World War II, all of which carry a life that has been unjustly killed!

This is war!

Especially near the fringes of war-torn zones, there are always people who are in the business of killing and surviving.

A business bought with blood and lives.

Although you can't understand the faint Turkish floating in the night sky, there are a few English words from time to time, and English and French are spoken in Syria.

Buck made contact with the hyena on a satellite phone, and was already hiding in the nearest city waiting to pick up Buck: "And then? What are you going to do?"

The squinting Buck just reported his safety: "I'll watch here for one night, I think it's a little strange, isn't it convenient to open a market in this place in broad daylight? Why are so many people staying here so late? And it has to be done at this time, every day? Who buys and who sells?"

A belly of question marks just popped out of the top of my head, and when I hung up the phone, I suddenly saw the crowd on the road surging even more lively!