At this time, their clothes were soaked with sweat and blood, and their faces were full of fatigue and vigilance. But they knew that the danger had not been completely lifted and they had to leave the city as soon as possible and find a safe place to rest.
After a short rest, Long Zhan and the other two stood up again and walked carefully towards the edge of the city. Their figures seemed particularly small on the dim streets, but their eyes revealed firmness and indomitableness. In this city full of danger and unknown, they were like three tenacious wild wolves, looking for hope for survival in the dark.
Break through the desperate situation
In that land that was long-swept with war and gunpowder, the situation was always about to break out, and danger was like a shadow. The hot sunlight roasted the earth, and the air was filled with pungent smell of gunpowder and dust. Long Zhan, Noven and Ston Butch were exhausted, sweat mixed with dust, leaving mud marks on their faces. I thought that after the last fierce firefight, I could get a moment of breathing, but fate did not seem to plan to let them go easily.
Not long after walking far away, a terrifying scene was staged again. A group of militants quickly surrounded from all directions like ghosts. Their eyes were filled with ferocity and greed, and the weapons in their hands were flashing cold light in the sun. These militants were dressed in rags, but they could not hide their fierce aura. Some were holding cigarettes, some shouting loudly, and the noisy sounds seemed particularly harsh in this chaotic place.
Before they could breathe a few breaths, the three men instantly tightened their nerves, their muscles tightened, and the weapons in their hands were tightly clamped, as if they were the only barrier between them and death. They had to devote themselves to the cruel battle while fighting and fleeing, and launched a thrilling second battle with these militants.
"Here, go here!" Nuowen's body was agile, his movements were light and agile, and he ran very fast, rushing in the front. Her neat short hair flew freely in the wind, her eyes were firm and sharp, like a sharp cheetah. While she ran quickly, her eyes were like torches, quickly observing the surrounding environment and guiding the route for her companions behind her. Her voice was crisp but a little anxious, and it seemed particularly clear in this tense atmosphere. Every word was like a heavy hammer, hitting the hearts of her companions.
Long Zhan and Ston Butch did not dare to slack off at all, followed closely behind Nowen. Long Zhan was tall and steady and powerful, and each step seemed to step on a solid land, taking deep footprints; although Ston Butch was a little thin, there was a sense of ruthlessness in his eyes. His breathing was rapid and heavy, and sweat kept sliding down from his forehead, dripping on the dry ground, and disappeared in an instant. The figures of the three seemed so small in this chaotic land, but so firm, as if they were never extinguished flames in the dark.
However, Nuowen seemed to be extremely lucky today. The seemingly safe route she chose was actually full of dangers. Without taking a few steps, vehicles appeared in front of her. The cars were parked quietly, with dust and bullet marks, but they seemed to be dormant beasts, emitting a dangerous aura. There was a strange silence around the vehicle, as if waiting for the prey to approach.
"Damn it, hell!" Long Zhan couldn't help but curse, his voice full of anger and helplessness. His fists were clenched, his joints turned white due to force, and the blue veins on his forehead also burst out. The situation was critical, and he had no time to think about it, so he could only turn to the right immediately. But fate seemed to have played a cruel joke with them again, and there were militants on the right long ago.
Long Zhan reacted quickly and rushed in first, without being hurt for the time being. But Ston Butch was not so lucky. Because he entered the next step, he was hit by militants who quickly got out of the car. A bullet ruthlessly penetrated his arm, and blood instantly dyed his sleeves red. The flesh at the wound was rolled up, revealing bright red flesh and blood, which made people unbearable to look at it.
"I only hurt my arms, which does not affect my actions." Ston Butch said gritting his teeth and enduring the pain. Although there was a look of pain on his face, his eyes were full of tenacity, as if he was declaring his indomitableness to fate. His body trembled slightly, but he still tried hard to maintain a standing posture and prevent himself from falling down.
"Let's go, buddy, hurry up!" Long Zhan was anxious. He didn't bother to carefully check Ston Butch's injuries. He hurriedly raised him and rushed towards the intersection on the right. His arms were tightly wrapped around Ston Butch's shoulders, conveying strength and support. The two of them were tightly pressed together to fight against this endless danger.
Nuowen followed closely behind, and the three of them ran wildly on the dusty road. Their figures were stretched for a long time under the sunlight, looking a little embarrassed, but full of unyielding power. After running for a while, they quickly hid in a house next to them.
There was an old aura in the house, the walls were covered with spider webs, and the corners were filled with miscellaneous items. "Budd, are your injuries okay?" Long Zhan entered the house, quickly and vigilantly checked, and after confirming that there was no danger, he hurried to Ston Butch and asked with concern. His eyes were full of worry, and his brows were tightly frowned, as if a knot that could not be untied.
"I'm fine, just a scratch on my arm." Ston Butch pretended to be calm. Although his voice was a little weak, he was still firm. Although the severe pain from his arm was almost unbearable, every breath seemed like a knife cutting his wound, he never shouted out a pain, showing full of manliness.
"Come on, let's see the situation, buddy." Seeing that Long Zhan was temporarily safe, Nowen was guarding the door, he immediately came to Ston Butch. She carefully lifted Ston Butch's injured arm and carefully looked at the wound. Her eyes were focused and serious, as if she was undergoing a crucial operation, her fingers gently touching the skin around the wound, and her movements were gentle and cautious.
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "It looks great." Although Ston Butch's arms were already bleeding and the flesh on the wound was rolling, which made people unable to bear to look at it, Nowen still tried to relieve the tension in a relaxed tone. The corners of her mouth raised slightly, showing a reluctant smile, trying to use this smile to dispel the haze around her.
"I don't know how to explain this after I get home." Ston Butch also smiled bitterly and joked. There was a hint of helplessness on his face, but he was also thinking about how to face his family. He imagined his family's worried eyes when he saw him hurt, and a feeling of guilt surged in his heart.
"Hey, try to talk about these things as little as possible." Long Zhan reminded from the side. His voice was low and powerful, breaking the brief atmosphere of relaxation. He knew that now was not the time to talk about these things, and danger could come again at any time, every minute and every second were extremely precious.
"It's not what you think." Nowen explained a few words to Long Zhan, then turned his head and comforted Ston Butch softly and said, "He is very proud of you, do you know? You have found a serious job and lived a serious life, and he will definitely be happy for you." Her voice was gentle and firm, as if it had a reassuring power, like the warm sun in winter, warming Ston Butch's heart.
"Band him quickly, we have to leave, they will catch up soon." Long Zhan had already heard the vague sound of footsteps outside keenly. Although their current location has not been exposed and the militants do not know that they were hiding in the house, he knew very well that staying here is not a long-term solution, and he had to leave as soon as possible to ensure safety. His ears were pressed against the door panel, listening carefully to the movement outside without letting go of any subtle sound.
"Let's go, there's no big problem." Ston Butch glanced at his arm that had been tied with a hemorrhage bandage by Nowen, picked up the gun again, and followed Long Zhan firmly into it. Although his steps were a little staggering, his eyes were full of determination, as if he was telling himself and his companions that he would not retreat no matter what difficulties he encountered.
The three of them walked carefully through the house. The interior decoration of the house is very luxurious, with exquisite murals hanging on the walls, depicting the quiet and beautiful pastoral scenery, which is in sharp contrast with the war outside; expensive carpets are covered with the ground, soft and thick, and every step is like stepping on clouds; the gorgeous chandeliers hang down from the ceiling, and although they have not lit up at this moment, you can still imagine the dazzling light when it lights up. It is a rare wealthy family. Compared with the dilapidated houses outside, this place is simply two worlds.
Long Zhan took the lead, quickly passed through the house, and soon arrived at the back door of the house. He wanted to push the door open, but just as his hand touched the door, he stopped suddenly. His hand stopped in the air, as if he was being pulled by an invisible force. Because he heard a loud shout from outside, the sound was full of hostility, and he knew it was a militant at first.
Unexpectedly, there were militants coming from the back door. Long Zhan's face suddenly changed, his originally determined face instantly became serious, and his eyes showed vigilance and determination. He immediately turned around and ran and shouted loudly: "The enemy has come from here, go quickly!" His voice echoed in the house, full of urgency, and every word was like a bomb, exploding in the hearts of his companions.
The militants outside heard a sound inside the house and were worried that there would be danger inside the door, so they did not dare to open the door rashly. They picked up the guns in their hands and fired wildly at the door without hesitation. "Dadadadadadada..." The gunshots were as dense as fried beans, and bullets poured out like storms. The thin wooden door panels were vulnerable under this powerful firepower. The bullets easily penetrated the door panels and splashed around the house, smashing the exquisite decorations in the house. The murals on the walls were riddled with holes, and the originally beautiful pictures became fragmented; the carpet was also covered with bullet holes, and the fluff was blown everywhere; the gorgeous chandeliers fell to the ground with a violent shaking, and smashed glass fragments scattered all over the ground.
"Go go go, go go go!" Long Zhan and the other three shouted loudly while retreating into the room. Their voices seemed a little weak in the gunshots, but full of fighting spirit. Each shout seemed to be declaring their indomitableness to the enemy. Their figures quickly shuttled through the house, avoiding the splashing bullets, and their figures seemed a little blurred in the dim light, but they were so firm.
Enemies appeared in the front and back doors, and danger was imminent. They made a quick decision and chose to go out from the garage on the other side. The house of the rich family was very cleverly designed, and there were several doors to go out. This door was blocked and there was another door to go, which provided some convenience for their escape. But they couldn't help but wonder why the owner of the house was not in the house? Did he leave before the danger came, or did he encounter something unexpected? These questions flashed through their minds, but at this moment they had no time to delve into it. Their brains were running rapidly, thinking about every possible escape plan, and not let go of every detail.
When they just walked to the garage, they immediately heard someone coming from the small road and shouting. As soon as they heard this, they knew they were an inexperienced little novices.
Without thinking, Long Zhan quickly poked his head out, aimed the gun in his hand accurately, and pulled the trigger without hesitation. With a "bang", a bullet whistled out, instantly killing the militant who rushed over. The militant's body fell back like a kite with a broken string, and fell heavily to the ground. Blood flowed out of his body and spread on the ground, forming a dark red pool of blood.
Nuowen was like discussing with Long Zhan in advance, and rushed over in a few steps. She had only one purpose, which was to touch the guns and bullets of the militants. At this critical moment of life and death, everyone had few bullets left. Even if using other people's weapons was a taboo, no one would do this unless it was absolutely necessary. But now it was in a desperate situation and they had no choice but to rely on these weapons and ammunition that they had taken from the enemy. Her movements were agile and fast, like an agile monkey, quickly searching for weapons and ammunition beside the enemy's corpse, with firmness and determination in her eyes.
"Hi, go ahead!" Nowen quickly took out the magazine and threw it towards Long Zhan and Ston Butch. Her movements were skillful and fast, with firmness in her eyes, and each movement was smooth and natural. Long Zhan and Ston Butch steadily caught the magazine and quickly replaced it, preparing for the possible outbreak of the battle. At Nowen's instructions, Ston Butch also replaced the guns of the militants.
Chapter completed!