The campfire crackled, casting shadows on the grim and angry faces of the warriors around.
Naxin and the members of the "Sand Fox" squad listened with somber faces.
Song Heping was expressionless, but his gaze was as cold as a blade.
"Taking Mosul was like injecting adrenaline into 1515!"
Samir's branch on the map frantically moved east, crossing Tikrit, Sinjar, Ramadi, Fallujah...
"They're armed to the teeth with seized American equipment! Driving Hummers, with mounds of ammunition from government army warehouses, they spread like a black plague along the highway network, sweeping the entire northwest! Government army? Scattered like the wind! Routing for thousands of miles! Kurd people tried to resist in Sinjar, but 1515 was too cunning, too cruel, using suicide bomb trucks to pave the way and capturing civilians as human shields, prompting the Kurdish to preserve strength and abandon vast areas of Sinjar, leaving the Yazidis there..."
