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　"Dad!" The youngest son Farah was frightened by the sound of banging on the door.

　After several loud noises, the door suddenly opened with a bang, and an Israeli soldier wearing a gas mask and fully armed kicked the door open.

　After the Israeli soldier put down his foot that had been kicking the door, he stared at Wali and his two sons with malicious eyes, slowly walked into the house, lifted his right foot backwards, hooked the door panel and slammed it shut, ready to interrogate the civilians in front of him.

　"Please, there are only my children here, no Hamas, please!" Wali's heart was beating faster and he begged for mercy from the Israeli soldier with some trembling.

　Unfortunately, the Israeli soldier's Arabic was very poor. He could only pronounce "Hamas", which immediately made him stressed.

　He immediately pointed his gun at Wali and shouted angrily: "Did you just say Hamas?! Are you in cahoots with them?!"

　Wali, frightened to the point of sweating, quickly shook his head to deny it, but the Israeli soldier had no good feelings or trust towards Wali at all, and his right hand on the trigger gradually tightened.

　Seeing that the Israeli soldier had no intention of letting him and his family go, Wali deliberately looked out the window behind the soldier, widened his eyes and said, "Be careful!"

　The Israeli soldiers were successfully attracted to this. Seeing Wali suddenly do this, they thought something really happened outside the window behind them, so they turned their heads slightly to find out what was going on.

　Taking advantage of this opportunity, Wali took off his backpack and smashed it hard on the Israeli soldier's face. Before the Israeli soldier could react, he pounced on him and tried to subdue him.

　But how could an ordinary adult male compete with a soldier? Although Wali had the advantage of the first move, after only three exchanges, the Israeli soldier had fully reacted.

　By the fourth round, he had pinned Wali against the table and cabinet against the wall, then pulled out a military dagger from the scabbard at his waist and stabbed Wali.

　Wali immediately grabbed the Israeli soldier's arm with both hands, trying to keep the tip of the dagger away from him, and the soldier also pushed the bayonet towards Wali with both hands.

　However, due to the difference in strength, even if Wali tried his best, he could not stop the tip of the bayonet from getting closer and closer to his eyes.

　Haldi, who had just been frightened by the chaos, finally reacted at this moment. Seeing his father at a disadvantage and in a stalemate, he roared and rushed towards the Israeli soldiers: "Dad! You bastard, let my dad go!"

　Haldi grabbed the Israeli soldier's waist

　He tried to move the Israeli soldier off his father, but the difference in strength was too great to make any move.

　"Get out of here, little bastard!" The Israeli soldier grabbed the back of Haldi's head with one hand and pushed him aside with great force.

　The Israeli soldiers' movement dispersed his strength, and Wali, whose pressure was suddenly reduced, took advantage of this opportunity to shout and push the Israeli soldiers away. At the same time, he picked up an empty glass bottle on the table and swung it with all his strength at the cheekbone below the edge of the helmet, which was below the temple.

　With a loud bang, the Israeli soldier was knocked unconscious and the dagger in his hand fell to the ground. Wali seized the opportunity to pick up the dagger on the ground and stabbed the Israeli soldier in the waist.

　Unfortunately, the soldier's recovery speed was still a little faster. When Wali raised the knife to stab the soldier, the soldier had already made a move to stop him. However, inertia still made the knife pierce the soldier, but the stab was not deep.

　The Israeli soldier, feeling stung, became even more angry. He raised his leg and kicked Wali in the abdomen. Wali was directly pushed back several steps by the powerful force.

　It hurts so much to be kicked by military boots, and it hits the abdomen. Such a powerful kick stunned Wali. The Israeli soldiers came forward and kicked him again.

　"Dad!" Farah, who was hiding in the kitchen, saw his father being pressed to the ground and rubbed. He felt distressed and couldn't help calling for his father.

　"Run! Don't worry...ah!" Before Wali could finish his words, he was picked up by the Israeli soldiers and punched hard on his left cheek.

　Then the soldier threw Wali into the corner of the living room and stabbed him directly in the stomach with a dagger.

　The "swoosh" sound of the knife tip tearing through the flesh seemed particularly loud in a small space like a room in a residential building.

　Chapter 360: Homeland in Flames (3)

　The Israeli soldier pulled the dagger out of Wali's abdomen, and Wali, who was beaten and lying on the ground, was bleeding profusely.

　"Palestinians are really not good people! Damn it!" The Israeli soldier looked at Wali with disgust. He cursed at Wali, who was holding his stomach to stop the bleeding and was in great pain.

　Just as the soldier was about to take out the tourniquet to bandage the knife wound he had just received, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his right leg.

　"Ah!" the Israeli soldier screamed in pain.

　Farah was seen holding a fruit knife and stabbing the Israeli soldier's thigh deeply. Unfortunately, he was knocked to the ground by the soldier's powerful backward punch the next second.

　"Fuck you!" the soldier cursed angrily. He was about to turn around and shoot Farah.

　However, because his leg was stabbed, his turning movement was slow, which gave Farah time to get up and run away. Seeing that his body was about to turn around, Farah endured the pain and ran to another room.

　As the soldier turned around, he found that there was still a trace of Farah's afterimage running past at the edge of his sight, and he immediately fired a burst of bullets at that place.

　"Bang bang bang bang!"

　After a burst of gunfire, the soldier didn't hear Farah's wailing or groaning in pain, which meant he had been shot. He was furious, "Hiss—you little bastard, get out here! How dare you hurt my leg? Are you tired of living?!"

　Farah picked up a pair of scissors from the table in the room, which were the tailor's scissors his mother often used to sew clothes; then, before the soldiers came in, he went to the kitchen through another room door.

　The layout of Mr. Wari's house is a bit special. The rooms of his two sons have two doors. One door leads to the corridor connecting the living room and the kitchen, and the other leads to the corridor connecting the kitchen and dining room.

　This kind of room with two open ends, coupled with the soldier's thigh injury and difficulty walking, means that Farah can play the Qin Emperor's circling the pillar with this soldier.

　The door of the room where the Israeli army came from -, but Farah was not found. "Damn, this damn rubbish, he must have left through this door."

　So he walked towards the second door of the room, intending to go out and find out what was going on.

　Farah determined his position by listening to the footsteps and tiptoed through the kitchen to the corridor connecting the kitchen and the living room. The soldiers heard the movement and rushed back, but still could not see anyone.

　"Get the hell out of here!" The Israeli soldier had little patience. Another burst of gunfire erupted, accompanied by shouts of protest. "Don't worry, I'll take good care of you! Get ready to see your father!"

　"You'd better get out of my sight, you little bastard!" "Bang, bang, bang, bang!" While the Israeli soldiers were shooting and shouting, Farah used the sound of gunfire and cursing as cover to cover his footsteps, and came behind the Israeli soldier, ready to attack his left leg with scissors.

　Unfortunately, Farah had miscalculated. The gunfire and shouting stopped abruptly when he was two meters away from the Israeli soldier. Once the arrow is shot, there's no turning back. Farah simply rushed forward and stabbed the soldier in the thigh.

　"I got you!" However, the soldier reacted and grabbed Farah's wrist with his right hand. At this moment, the tip of the scissors was less than one centimeter away from the soldier's leg.

　"I've heard your voice a long time ago. Only a fool would step into the same river twice!" The soldier said as he snatched the scissors from Farah's hand, threw them aside, and knocked him down.

　The soldier grabbed Farah's neck, gradually increasing the force in his palm, and then began to mock and insult him: "I caught you, didn't you? You little bastard! You think you can kill me?! You bitch!"

　Farah struggled, but he couldn't break free. He felt that he was getting more and more breathless, and a fear of death enveloped him.

　A brain, "Could it be... am I really going to die..."

　"Let my brother go!" A voice came from behind the soldier. It was Hadir, who had just tried to help his father. He first hit the Israeli soldier on the head with a glass bottle, then jumped behind him and strangled the soldier's neck tightly.

　"Stab him with a knife! Farah! Kill him!" Hadir's brother strangled the Israeli soldier with all his strength and shouted to his younger brother.

　Farah, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, did not dare to delay at all. He hurriedly got up, grabbed the scissors that the soldier had just snatched away and thrown aside, and stabbed them again without hesitation at the place where his father had stabbed.

　"Puff!", "Ah——!" The knife came down fiercely, and the Israeli soldier howled in pain again. These cries were even more intense than before. It was estimated that this time the knife really pierced his kidney.

　"Again! A few more times!"

　"Puff! Puff! Puff!"

　Farah stabbed the Israeli soldier three more times, and the soldier finally collapsed, his blood staining the kitchen floor.

　"You...you...you little bastards..." The Israeli soldier used his last breath to reach for the pistol at his waist.

　Hadir would never give the soldier a chance to fight back. As soon as the soldier's hand moved down, he immediately took his brother's scissors and stabbed them into the soldier's neck with all his might.

　This time, the Israeli soldiers were completely defeated.

　"Huh... Huh..." The two brothers sat paralyzed in shock, looking at the corpses of Israeli soldiers, their hearts unable to calm down for a long time.

　"Oh, right! Dad!" Suddenly, they remembered their father at the same time and immediately ran to the living room to check on his condition.

　Haldir came to his father, who had been left in the corner of the living room by the soldiers. With tears in his eyes, he anxiously called out to his father, "Dad...are you okay?"

　Wali, who had closed his eyes and prepared to face death, heard his child calling him. He managed to open his eyes a little and was relieved to see that his child was fine.

　He held on to his last breath and said to the two children: "I'm sorry... Daddy... can't... go... with you..."

　"Dad! Don't... You can survive." Hadir frantically tried to help his father cover the huge wound on his abdomen that was already bleeding.

　Vali smiled weakly, "My child, now... you must... do your best... to survive, and never... give up."

　As soon as he finished speaking, Wali's pupils dilated, his head tilted, and he went to see Allah. No matter how the two brothers called out to him in tears, Wali no longer responded.

　The two brothers had to accept this cruel reality. Hadir gently put his father down and said with tears in his eyes: "Goodbye, Dad... I love you."

　After bidding their last farewell to their father, the two brothers prepared to pack up and flee. Hadil reminded his younger brother, "Oh, remember to grab your gas mask. I think the gas isn't dissipating outside yet. Also, go to the kitchen and get that soldier's gun."

　Farah did as he was told. As he went to the kitchen to pull out the soldier's pistol, he asked his brother, "Do you want the big gun?"

　"No need. The gun is heavy and inconvenient to carry. I don't know if I can control it." Hadir thought about it and decided that it would be better to travel light if he wanted to escape.

　Then the two brothers put on gas masks. Hadir picked up the backpack left by his father, took his younger brother, gently opened the door, checked the surroundings, and prepared to run away.

　The gas fog outside is still very thick, and visibility is only about ten meters. This may be a good thing for the two brothers. At least they can find a way to evacuate here under the cover of the thick fog.

　"It's safe, let's go!" Hadir said softly. The two of them walked across the road with their heads down. Across the road was the school wall. Fortunately, there was a dog hole in the wall. The two of them crawled in, with the elder brother in front and the younger brother behind.

　When the younger brother was halfway through the crawl, the older brother vaguely noticed that there were several Israeli soldiers coming from another direction, but fortunately he did not notice them. If he had, the group would definitely have shouted.

　At this time, the leader of the Israeli army pointed at Wali's house and said to those around him: "The gunshots came from this room. Let's go and see what's going on. I hope XXX (the Israeli soldier who died in Wali's house) is okay. I haven't seen him for a long time..."

　When the two brothers crawled out of the dog hole and came to the backyard of the school's student activities, Hadir found his teacher's body and was stunned for a moment.

　This teacher had a good relationship with Hadir and was very caring towards Hadir. Hadir thought that the teacher had already evacuated, but he did not expect that he was still in the school at the last moment.

　"Brother, it's time to go..." Farah reminded softly, "We can't stay here for long. Those soldiers have already entered our house."

　Hadir was brought back from his daze by his brother at this time, "Yes... hurry up, bend down and run." Then he pulled his brother across the backyard of the school.

　In addition to the body of the teacher, there were also the bodies of other students on the campus. Farah couldn't bear to look at it and cursed in a low voice: "These Israelis are so hateful. How can they kill people like this?!"

　Just as they walked through the back door of the school, they heard the shouting of Israeli soldiers in the distance from the direction of their home, and their tone sounded very angry.

　"Oh no! Those Israelis must have discovered that their people were killed in our house. Now they must be coming to find us. Let's go quickly!" Based on the actual situation, Hadir could probably guess what the Israeli soldiers would do next.

　The two of them sped up, keeping their eyes and ears alert.

　After carefully crossing two streets and a cluttered and blocked area of ​​ruined buildings, he arrived at a relatively wide open space in the city.

　The grass around the clearing was tall, so adults couldn't hide, but children could hide well by lowering their waists. The two brothers crawled into the grass, intending to use the grass to provide concealment to cross the clearing and observe the situation in the center of the clearing.

　In the open field, two Israeli soldiers were executing two suspected Hamas members. After a gunshot, two civilians who were kneeling on the ground with their backs against the soldiers fell to the ground.

　"Farah! Calm down!" Hadir held down his excited brother and said, "We can't defeat them head-on! Unless we shoot them twice quickly from behind, and what's more important now is to run for our lives!"

　"I..." Farah finally controlled his emotions. Before at home, his father had told them to survive.

　Hadil said, "That jeep in the open field should belong to those two bastards. I see the key is still in the driver's seat. I plan to borrow their car to escape, otherwise it will be difficult to evacuate on foot."

　(PS: Regarding the question of whether a ten-year-old can drive, there are actually some videos in China of children stealing their parents' car keys and driving on the road. This will give you an idea of ​​whether they can drive. It's not just small cars; there's even a video of a nine-year-old boy stealing and driving a minibus.)

　"So... the pistol I just took really came in handy." Farah felt that his brother was really thoughtful at the time.

　So, the two brothers discussed the plan. The younger brother passed through the grass and went around his brother's diagonal, then made a noise to attract the attention of the two soldiers. Then his brother took the opportunity to shoot and kill the two soldiers.

　As the older brother, Hadir is stronger than Farah, so it is understandable that the older brother fired the shot.

　After the two Israeli soldiers finished executing the man, they pulled out the magazine, added some bullets used in executing Hamas members, and put it back in its original position.

　"Wang!"

　"?" The attention of the two Israeli soldiers was attracted by the barking of a dog.

　"What is that? Is there a dog in the bushes?" Israeli soldier A cocked his gun, stood up and went to check.

　Israeli soldier B looked toward the bushes where the noise came from, then at his comrade, who was gradually moving toward the bushes with his rifle drawn, and jokingly said, "What's wrong? You're startled by even a dog?"

　"Woof!" Then the grass shook.

　"I told you it was a dog, right?" Israeli soldier B was halfway through his sentence when he felt movement behind him. Turning around, he saw a child holding a pistol, the black muzzle pointed directly at him.

　"Bang!" Hadir naturally did not give the other side time to react. Before Israeli soldier B's head turned completely, Hadir pulled the trigger.

　"There is an enemy attack...", "Bang! Bang! Bang!", "Ah... plop!" Israeli soldier A turned around immediately after hearing the gunshots. He saw a child holding a gun. Without saying a word, he was ready to raise the gun and shoot, but he was still a step too late.

　Since Israeli soldier A and Hadir were about seven meters apart, in order to increase the margin of error, Hadir fired several shots in quick succession, successfully blowing Israeli soldier A's head off before he could shoot himself.

　"Wow, so scary... Farah, get in the car quickly!" Hadir knew that his first two shots had missed, otherwise he wouldn't have had to wait until the soldier turned around completely and raised his gun before his head exploded.

　Hadir got into the driver's seat, slammed the door shut, and immediately turned the car key. The unique ignition sounds of a gasoline car rang out in succession.

　But after twisting it a few times, there was still no roar of the engine, which made Hadil very anxious, "Damn! Light it up quickly!"

　After trying twice more, the brothers finally heard the roar of the engine starting as their hearts beat faster.

　"Great!" Hadir said excitedly, then he tried to step on the clutch, prepare to shift gears, and then release the handbrake.

　But just as he stepped on the clutch and was about to shift gears, the car door suddenly swung open, and accompanied by shouting, a pair of hands pulled Hadir out of the car extremely roughly and threw him heavily to the ground.

　"Let me go! Let me go!"

　Similarly, Farah was forcibly lifted off the passenger seat by the Israeli soldiers who arrived, and was carried to Hadir's side, and the two brothers were thrown together.

　"You damn little Palestinian rat! You killed our people and even dared to steal our army's vehicles? You're so crazy!" After a burst of curses, Hadir was lifted down, and then his young but somewhat dirty face was hit by a heavy punch.

　At this moment, about four Israeli soldiers were surrounding the two brothers. One of them was looking at the pistol that Hadir had seized, and said to the person next to him:

　"They have guns, and they belong to our army. These armed civilians are not protected by the law... Don't you agree?"

　"Yes!" The remaining three soldiers said in unison.