The era is different, and the readily available mobile communication tools and pervasive social networking software have made the connection between the world extremely close.

The Free Elders Regiment or the IS Army branch of the Republic of Kabarda in the North Caucasus can easily communicate with the IS Army, and there must be people who know each other, and there are ways to connect.

And all this, Buck, they don't know anything about.

Maybe just knowing about this matter, you have to peel back the cocoon to find this conference of global IS dealers around the world, and the difficulty can be imagined.

But both Buck and Lao Bai believe that this is also an advantage, because it is impossible for the IS army not to prevent being infiltrated and being tracked by major military intelligence agencies, so it may have a better effect if it does not follow the conventional route, so Barker's plan has been approved.

When the route from the Turkish-Syrian border to find those sailors and aunts to enter the IS army channel was denied, Buck followed the unexpected tank convoy in.

What's next?

Buck lay in the dirt pit, felt out his mobile phone and installed a thermal sensing lens, glanced around, there were sparse lying people on different grounds, but the closest to him were 100 meters away, most of them were drivers and attendants who escaped from the long convoy, and on the parking lot, the fire caused by the petrol bomb was burning, and all the unlucky people who were recruited had basically seen Allah.

Silently withdrawing all the rifle bullets from the magazine and reloading them one by one, while calming his emotions, the sixteen bullets made Buck clear about his current situation.

Just as he was wiping the filth from his hair with sand, another roaring fighter plane arrived!

As soon as he put the improvised respirator with water to his mouth, the shrill and howling explosives rushed to the ground......

This time it's high-explosive!

It should be a high-explosive munition similar to the submunition type, which caused a series of explosions far away in the urban area more than ten kilometers away!

The whole ground trembled as the battle erupted, and Buck watched silently as these man-made weapons of the highest rank plowed the ground with no sorrow or joy.

This wave of air strikes was obviously the main event, and in Barker's judgment, it was the fighter planes that reached the target first, using high-speed sprints to prevent possible ground resistance, dropping a few accurately positioned cruise missiles and other explosions and rushing over, without even looking back and doing it again.

Then in less than ten minutes, the ground attack aircraft arrived at the scene again, this type of aircraft will fly slower, but carry a larger amount of ammunition, and at the same time, the relative slow speed in the air can also be more accurate aiming, a series of high-explosive bombs in the area from the parking lot to the refinery exploded!

In addition to the napalm bombs before, all the high-explosive bombs used in the back are dense and indiscriminately tossing this area roughly!

People will feel very small at this time!

If it were an ordinary agent or intelligence agent sent to carry out the infiltration, he might be shocked and ask himself what he was doing, what was he doing to be in such a dangerous place!

And the survivors who have experienced such air raids, in addition to fear, may only be left with hatred!

No matter what you have done, but you have been hit like such a catastrophe, looking up at the sky, those enemies who come and go wantonly but cannot reach them, maybe all that is left is the bitter hatred that breeds in despair!

Perhaps this is how extremist sentiments germinate, because there is no hope, then they have the mentality of dooming together, and they cannot resist high-tech force suppression, so they transfer their destructive power to unarmed civilians......

Buck watched all of this motionlessly, this rare target in the open wilderness should not be a point of attack, unless the bomb was ridiculously biased to hurt this side.

So it wasn't until more than half an hour later, when it was confirmed that the probably slower gunship would not reach the area again, that Buck stood up with the people in the distance.

Tonight's air raids should be over, signalling from those running toward the convoy on the road.

It was nearly two o'clock in the morning, and Buck, with his rifle on his back, did not follow the men to the road, but walked far in the direction of the flaming parking lot and the oil refinery.

This is a completely different choice, there is no timid hope to escape from this Shura hell immediately, and there is no ordinary person who habitually approaches the same kind, but calmly distances himself.

Now the night is his best cover, although he maintains a relatively close appearance to the Central Asians, which is a great advantage compared with European and American agents, but it is not a wise choice to rush into the midst of a large number of locals and militants, Buck habitually and cautiously decided to observe the so-called "capital" of the Islamic State of the IS army on the periphery.

Because there are still three or four hours, the sky will be dark, and at that time it is better for you to be in a single state, and the distance is your cover during the day.

The fire was like a giant torch after the explosion, which made it difficult for Buck, who was walking alone several kilometers away, to cover his face with a dirty scarf pulled up, and along with his tactical glasses, there was only a gap so that Buck could observe the terrible situation.

Rows of large trucks and fuel tankers are burning in a row, and from time to time there are fuel tanks or oil tanks in the body of the car to explode to help the fun, and there is no activity in the vicinity, and everyone else can run as far as they can, but what is more surprising is that the convoy connected in a line on the highway has not suffered much damage, but the parking lot has been blown up.

After rounding the parking lot a kilometer or two further and seeing the road on the other side and the refinery with even more fire, Buck probably understood.

Perhaps the contiguous parking lots would either be seen as complexes, or would make the attacking pilots feel that it would be more cost-effective to drop bombs......

If a missile that is tens of millions of dollars blows up, is it cost-effective to blow up a round cake in a solid way, or is it a long line?

It is estimated that the convoy on the highway is still more cost-effective to use gunships or ground attack aircraft to strafe with cannons.

Buck, who had been walking, used this guess to defuse his shock at the scene in front of him.

Further on, I saw the walls, the walls that had been torn down to the ground with all the brushes, the giant oil storage tanks that burned in breakdown, the towers of the chemical plant made of pipes and steel frames, and the oil pipelines of different thicknesses on the ground that connected to various directions, all burning!

There is no fire brigade to put out the fire, there is no ambulance to save people, just throw it there and burn it by yourself, maybe to God, it is like burning a small fire to roast your hands, and the firewood in it will explode from time to time.

In the distance, there is a hot card market with no lights, estimate the distance, and it may be just dawning when you walk there.

Buck gave up on his plans to enter the "capital" and hid himself in a desert that was almost entirely plain, where he found a dozen houses and resembled an abandoned farm.

While there was still some time before dawn, after notifying Xiang Wan, he set an alarm clock on his mobile phone by the way, and hurry up to take a nap.

The ability to sleep alone is exclusive to veterans, and the guys who have just entered the battlefield can't control their excitement no matter what, it has nothing to do with whether they are top students or not, and it must be a process of repeated deposition.

Buck soon snored softly.