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In order not to attract the American armed helicopters at night, Cavani thoughtfully chose to drive without turning on the lights.

Therefore, the two encountered a lot of bumps along the way.

"Drive slower..." Azizi snorted weakly.

However, Cavani ignored him, because through the bright moonlight, he had already seen the mountain trails of the small hill in his hometown. Although it is said that a horse will die if it runs too fast, they have a car under their buttocks.

A Toyota pickup truck.

Although it is unknown how long this car has been alive, it is definitely better than a horse.

Listening to Azizi's voice, Cavani used his right foot again, stepped on the accelerator pedal firmly, and the speed increased again.

The result of the increased speed is that the car is more bumpy.

In the bumps, Azizi's body suddenly bent forward, and a mouthful of blood sprayed onto the windshield, completely covering the right half of the windshield.

With a squeak, Cavani stepped on the emergency brake and looked at Azizi in disbelief. When he dragged this guy out of the crater, he had already checked that this guy had no external injuries. How could...

The vehicle stopped and bumped, and Azizi breathed a sigh of relief. He raised his right hand with difficulty, pointed to his chest, and said: "It should be that the internal organs were shaken."

By the moonlight, Cavani began to look at this former enemy and comrade-in-arms.

His face was very pale, and his lips had no blood color. Death was not far away.

Taking a deep breath, he started the car again and shouted to Azizi: "Don't sleep, don't sleep, we'll be there in 20 kilometers at most."

"I know this 20-kilometer road best. I won't let you die, don't worry."

"Don't sleep! I risked my life to rush into the battlefield and put a corpse on you. Don't frame me at this time."

"If I send you home and you become a corpse, your family will eat me alive."

His anxious words made Azizi laugh, but this laugh caused another mouthful of blood to spurt out of his mouth, which made Cavani's soul tremble.

He was anxious and stepped on the accelerator to the bottom again.

Half an hour later, the old Toyota pickup truck rushed into a village and stopped in front of a villa that looked decent.

The lights were still on in the villa, and people's noises could be heard faintly.

Cavani kicked the car door open, quickly circled the car, dragged Azizi, who was sitting in the passenger seat, out of the car, held him in his arms and rushed into the villa, shouting:

"Someone come quickly, Azizi is dying."

His shouting also made the people in the villa stop making noises, and they all leaned out of the window and saw the two people who appeared in front of the door. The people in the villa were stunned for a while, then rushed out of the villa and surrounded the two people.

Azizi, who was dying, saw these people, tried to force a smile, and said in a weak voice: "Don't watch, go and make me a cup of warm milk."

As he was speaking, Jialim appeared in front of the two people with Bamul on his arm.

Seeing his son, who was fine a few days ago, now looked like he was dying, Bamul stumbled and stretched out his hand, choking and asking: "How could this happen? Didn't you say you would come back intact?"

"I'm not back intact, am I?" Azizi tried to squeeze out a smile, smiled at his old father, then forced his head up, looked at his son Jialim, and said with a smile on his face:

"Take good care of grandpa, and I killed 5 American soldiers today, and the feeling is special..."

While speaking, Azizi raised his right hand forcibly, wanting to touch his son.

But before he finished speaking, he spit out another mouthful of blood. After this mouthful of blood fell, Azizi's already pale face turned completely white, and his hand fell weakly.

Looking at the hand so close, Jialim knelt down trembling all over, raised the hand, and gently stroked his face.

Slowly, a slight sob came out of his mouth, that was the sound of wanting to cry, but unable to cry.

There was only a low sob.

After a long while, he stood up, took his father from Cavani, turned around and walked into the villa with his father's body, and then gently closed the door.

After the door was closed, Azizi opened his closed eyes, looked at Kalim with difficulty, and said with a weak breath:

"Don't be sad for me, I would rather die, just to make us worthy of this country, and then it's up to you."

"Ahem!"

"I just saw the people outside, and I still lack courage. If necessary, you can use my body to make a fuss!"

"Finally, forgive me for being a coward. I seem to...see my soldiers..."

After the last word fell, Azizi's pupils slowly expanded...

The shrill cry sounded, spread throughout the villa, and rushed out of the door, resounding in all directions.

Outside the gate, the people present could only surround Bamul and constantly comfort the old man who lost his son.

Amid the crying, Bamul looked at Cavani with his old eyes, looking at the child who was once his mortal enemy, and whispered:

"Is Azizi brave?"

"He is very brave!" Cavani responded without hesitation, and at the same time he looked into the villa and said vaguely:

"Our mission is to stop the Americans and delay the time for them to enter Kirkuk."

"Then the people who participated in this sniper battle set out with 1,742 people, 39 tanks, 17 infantry fighting vehicles, and 30 trucks."

"But only 1,122 people arrived at the position, all tanks were present, 7 infantry fighting vehicles were missing, and 18 trucks were missing."

"It was under this premise that Aziz took the lead, rushed towards the enemy, was knocked unconscious by the shell, and was finally recovered by me."

"It's just that his internal organs were probably injured, and he could only hold on to see you for the last time."

"I'm sorry!" Cavani bowed deeply to the old man in front of him. Before he could bend his head, he was lifted up by the old man in front of him.

After letting the young man in front of him stand up again and patting him hard on the shoulder, Bamuler turned to look at the others and shouted to them:

"Our army has not let us down. Even though the enemy is outnumbered, we still dare to launch a counterattack."

"As compatriots, can we just watch them die and not avenge them?"

Facing Bamuler's loud shouts, several young people present did not reply. Instead, they turned their heads away, fearing to look at the old man in front of them.

I have been preparing for this period of time, but when it comes to this moment, it is still...

Lack a little courage.

However, at this moment, a roar came from outside the villa's courtyard wall.

"No! We must take revenge."

Along with the shouting, several old men walked into the light from the darkness outside the villa. They were the patriarchs of several surrounding families.

The person who shouted was none other than Bardi, the patriarch of the Thebes family.

The old man's face was still stained with tears, and his face was blue. When he saw Cavani standing next to Bamuller, his blue face finally gained some color. He nodded and said to Cavani: "Your brother Lakme is dead, dead in Baghdad, just got the news."

"The news was brought back by your brother Godwin. He himself is now semi-disabled. It will take at least about three months to recover from his injuries."

"Now, Cavani, you need to shoulder the responsibilities of the Thebes family, do you understand?"

"Understood! Father." After receiving his son's response, Baldi pointed at himself first, then pointed at the old men behind him and said:

"Your young Shia elite died in the north, and our young Sunni elite died in Baghdad."

"Now, only us half-dead old men and those ineffective young people are left."

"You asked me if I dare to take revenge? I tell you again, I will let the Americans feel the pain of losing a child!"

"Just tell us when we are going to fuck America!"

These words fell on Bamuler's ears, and he was very happy, because these words almost meant that Baldi and others were giving up their power.

The combined territories of the five families amount to five to six hundred square kilometers.

Able to control the population and materials in this area.

It's very gratifying.

However, he was in pain.

Because his military literacy is almost zero.

Just when he was about to say a few humble words, there was a creak from behind.

He turned around, and the door of the villa slowly opened. The tall Jalim appeared again. He walked up to his grandfather with a normal expression, raised his hand, saluted the old man, and shouted calmly:

"Commander, please give the order! Do we want to avenge our relatives?"

The words of the grandson, and the body placed behind the main entrance of the villa, made Bamuler's hand holding the crutch slowly tighten. After a moment, he raised his head, with only the flame called revenge in his eyes.

The cane was raised high, and a loud shout resounded through the valley under the night sky.

"revenge!"

"revenge!"

"revenge!"

One after another, the sounds came from their mouths and spread throughout the village, throughout the valley, and throughout the hundreds of square kilometers of land controlled by the five families.

As their voices spread throughout the land, Lin Yu also stood on his own 2,000 acres of land.

After several days of waiting.

The corn on the land has been harvested by the villagers in advance, leaving only corn piles on the ground.

Opening his arms for a hug, he said with emotion: "Now I can be considered a big landowner!"

"I think I should learn from those wealthy landlords, find a few wives, and take in a few concubines."

"It's etiquette!" Kong Hui, who had been standing silently by the side, suddenly interjected, and then laughed under the astonished gaze of everyone.

"Kidding."

Haha, he stood next to Lin Yu and asked in a low voice: "Mr. Lin, you really don't want to ask a Feng Shui master to take a look. I've been shopping around the south several times, and I found that those southerners really believe in this."

"What about the money tree, lucky cat, and Feng Shui array? I heard that you have acquired thousands of acres of land here. Meng Chao from Shen City also gave me a business card and asked me to bring it to you!"

On the side, Lin Yu listened to these suggestions very seriously, raised his right hand, snapped his fingers, and then said loudly:

"Actually, I've already prepared it."

"Feng shui is nothing more than paying attention to the right time, place, and people. It also tells the people in this land in the past that people have changed now, and everyone should be safe."

"So, I got a big one!"

Along with his voice, a blue three-wheel tractor not far away slowly drove into the farmland.

The tractor stopped.

Shao Xiaofeng jumped out of the cab, climbed into the carriage and took off the three-color striped cloth covering the carriage.

The three-color striped cloth was removed, and the contents of the tractor carriage appeared in front of everyone.

Eight-unit multiple rocket launcher!

The launcher!