When Xia Shang woke up, he had a splitting headache and his face suddenly felt hot, as if he had been burned by fire.
Raising his hand, he felt that there was still dried blood on his face.
Before coming to the Middle East, even though he knew that this was a place where riots were happening all over the world, he couldn't imagine what it was like.
When he left the peacekeeping force alone, he encountered a big riot. People from small tribes fought with the local government with fierce firepower. No one would ever remember the war here, and there were innocent people on the streets.
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Here, the government exists like a gangster, corrupt and overbearing, and uses various unbelievable methods to defend its status and territory.
After those small tribes were bit by bit oppressed by the local government, they finally broke out.
During the riots, the civilians who arrived suffered numerous casualties. The lucky ones still had stumps, but the unlucky ones didn't even have any scraps.
Xia Shang, on the other hand, crawled out from the pile of dead people. On his body were corpses, some of which were only half-cut. The sight made people sick.
His body and clothes were all stained with blood that did not belong to him. The smell was so fishy that people couldn't help but frown. It was fishy, accompanied by the smell of gunpowder that had not completely dissipated from the gunpowder smoke. It was stinky.
Xia Shang remembered that he was knocked unconscious by a grenade that suddenly hit him. During this riot, he was lucky because he reacted in time and was only knocked unconscious. However, he watched helplessly as a child was knocked several meters away.
In addition, the power of the weapons used in this riot surprised him.
After the riot ended, the battlefield was one moment, the funeral field was the next moment, and mourning was everywhere on the road. Many people held the remains of their loved ones and cried bitterly.
Almost uncontrollably, Xia Shang thought of Tian Yuan who was far away in his hometown, and of his dearest and most beloved woman.
Counting the time, Tian Yuan should have known about his death, but Xia Shang did not dare to think about how his newlywed wife would face such bad news alone.
And she had just lost her father and just married herself. Faced with this sudden news, would she cry? Would she be at a loss? Would she be desperate?
Xia Shang thought that Tian Yuan might have scolded him for breaking his promise and said he would go back to be with her, but he still died.
However, Xia Shang told himself that no matter how long and tiring the road ahead was, he would always grit his teeth and go on. He would never forget that he had said that no matter how difficult it was, he would go back alive.
I have never heard the mournful cries of people. Such a sound is more heart-breaking than the sound of a cello and makes people feel as if they are about to be suffocated.
Not far away, men in various costumes ran over with gunfire in hand. Looking at their steps, they seemed to be fast and steady, but each person's steps were different, just like their clothes. Their appearance made the whole crowd stunned.
The streets became chaotic again.
Xia Shang could see at a glance that the victory in the last war belonged to this group of tribal thugs. Their advanced and powerful weapons allowed them to win this victory.
"Ah! Run for your life!"
"Help!"
"Mom~Mom~"
The men would catch anyone they saw, as long as they were alive and with all limbs intact, except the old, disabled, and young. Women, and even the strong and surviving men, were not spared.
Even though Xia Shang looked embarrassed, his height and momentum gave him no time to hide, and he was suddenly exposed in their eyes.
"Go! Capture him and take him back to me!"
Over there, one of the strongest men pointed at Xia Shang and spoke in a dialect that Xia Shang could not understand. Xia Shang guessed from his tone and expression that he was about to become their prisoner, and there was no possibility of escape.