Smith is very nervous now.

After he ordered the Qin and Han soldiers to enter the swimming pool, he was worried that these people would make a comeback.

There were a few wounded people there just now, which was not very convenient for fighting, otherwise he would not have any doubts that the Qin and Han soldiers who looked very fierce would definitely come in with guns.

Because this place is still the territory of the Qin and Han dynasties, it is morally untenable for them to occupy this place.

Even Smith thought of escaping for a moment.

But it is not enough to escape. Where else can he go to this world?

He has 300 students here, and these students are also useful to him. Every day he will organize students to go out to collect supplies, hunt zombies, and maintain the normal survival of this base.

If these students were not used as cannon fodder, their dozen or twenty foreign teachers would probably die soon.

If he couldn't leave, the only hope was that he could only rely on the people he pursued by the Qin and Han soldiers.

If it was really someone sent by the consulate, he would still be saved here.

Just as he was like an ant on a hot pan, wandering around indoors, a foreign teacher ran in excitedly.

"Mr. Smith, there are a lot of people coming out."

"Who? Are the soldiers from Qin and Han have returned?"

"no! This time we are here our compatriots, our United States soldiers!"

"What? Where did they come from?"

"I heard it was sent by the consulate, but I have never seen anyone from the consulate."

"Quickly, go and have a look!"

Smith couldn't help but trotted out of the room immediately, his heart beating violently nervously.

When I came to the window on the second floor and looked down, Smith's tears almost fell.

Below were more than twenty US soldiers, one of them was armed with guns and live ammunition, and his familiar military uniforms and temperament made him sure that he was definitely a soldier from their country.

A soldier in front had the rank of platoon leader, and the soldiers behind him were almost as good as one platoon.

His voice was a little excited and hoarse, and he yelled at the bottom in his own language: "Where are you from?"

"Hey! Are you Mr. Smith? I heard Old George talk about you. My name is John, and I belong to the Ice City Consulate. You can also call me Chief John. I think we may still be fellow villagers. I am from the Jiazhou coast. Where are you?"

“I’m from Shanfo.”

"Oh haha, the fried steak there is very authentic, and the girls are very enthusiastic. Mr. Russell, who is by my side, is also a single Buddha. Maybe you can talk about the past later."

His authentic national accent made Smith's only suspicion go out of the sky.

At first he was worried about how the other party came here from Ice City, but now it seems that it is not important.

It was impossible for Qin and Han to send people to impersonate it, and even if it was impersonating it, it would not be possible to impersonate it so much.

People are already in front of you, right? As long as these troops are here, their personal safety issues can be guaranteed, and there is no need to worry that the Qin and Han soldiers will make a comeback.

"Mr. Smith, aren't you going to open the door and let us go in and have a rest? We were chasing a few Qin and Han soldiers just now. You must know that running in this world of bitch is not an easy task."

"Oh, I'll open the door for you now."

Smith ran down from the second floor with a long run, smiling at the students who were watching him.

“The weather today looks really good, it should be a pleasant day.”

"I am extremely sure that our good days are coming, oh Lyle! You should tie your tie and welcome our bravest warriors."

"Xiao Yeluo, you are such a cute girl. I promise you will have a wonderful new life in the future."

The students were very upset when they looked at Smith, who seemed to be as excited as an old dog in heat.

A lot of things happened during this period. Smith killed several classmates who opposed him, and just drove away a few Qin and Han soldiers. Now a group of United States soldiers have arrived, making the students feel that there is no hope in life.

Can they still go back to the past? It seems that there is no possibility.

Maybe one day they will be eaten by zombies on the way to collect supplies, or be quietly beaten to death by Smith and others, thrown outside, and even the bodies will not be left.

Smith personally opened the door lock of the swimming pool and completely opened the two doors.

He posed a gentlemanly manner and welcomed the soldiers who came in.

Scout John took the lead and walked in, strode in, and said as he walked, "Hehe look, there are many of our compatriots here, Lord Smith, I think you should let your compatriots gather and meet us."

"It's OK, but they still have to watch over these students."

"That's all in the past. Do you think that with us here, these kids can do something else?"

Smith nodded quickly: "Sir John is right. Now everyone is here to gather and meet our heroes. What a happy thing it is to be able to see them in this world."

The foreign teachers walked out of every corner, holding their own weapons, and with extremely sincere and happy smiles on their faces, they walked towards the guardian god in their minds.

John looked around and said to Smith: "There are no one here except soldiers, and everyone else is not qualified to possess weapons. Hand over all your weapons."

"Ah! But." Smith hesitated.

"Nothing good, but if you still want our protection, then do what I said."

Although Smith felt something was wrong, he still handed over all their guns as John said.

"Okay, gentlemen, I think the matter here should be over. Now please follow us and leave here. I will take you to an absolutely safe place."

Smith's eyes suddenly lit up: "Do we have a base here?"

"Haha! It will be available soon, please come with me."

The soldiers began to signal these foreign teachers to come out one after another, and Smith also looked back at the hundreds of students: "What about them?"

"Is Mr. Smith such a kind person? Is there still the mood to care about their life or death?"

Smith smiled awkwardly: "Of course not, I just ask casually."

Seeing that the escape was about to happen, Smith didn't care about the other few beauties he liked here, and followed John and the others without hesitation.

The group walked through the side door, circled around, and finally came to the downstairs of the teaching building.

When turning a corner, something that makes people feel shattered happen.

In front of them, a large group of soldiers, various guns, firecrackers, and even rocket launchers were aimed at them.

There is also the military dog, the size of a tiger, squatting there and staring at it, making people dare not act rashly at all.

Smith screamed: "There are enemies! Get ready for battle!"

As he said that, he hid behind John, hoping that John could resist it.

Unexpectedly, John actually walked directly to the officer led by the other party and stood attentively and saluted: "Sir, the mission is completed!"

Smith was stunned. John actually called a chief of Qin and Han dynasties!

And why does this young Qin and Han military officer look familiar?

"Old Shi, don't be fine." Ye Fan took off his hat and looked at the foreign teacher in front of him.

"Ye Fan!"

Smith immediately felt bad and turned to John: "John, you are actually treason!"

John nodded directly: "Well, I've been rebelling for almost an hour."

"You traitor, I will definitely report you to the consulate."

Ye Fan snorted coldly: "That depends on whether you have this opportunity."

Smith shivered all over: "Ye Fan, I am your teacher after all. According to your country, you have a master-disciple relationship. You won't hurt me, right?"

Ye Fan's eyes were cold: "When you were scattering wildly on our country and hurt our Qin and Han students, did you ever think of the relationship between master and apprentice?"

When Smith saw that pleading for nothing, he gritted his teeth and howled: "I am a citizen of the United States. You have no right to judge my crime. If anyone dares to hurt me, my motherland will not let him go."

Ye Fan slowly turned around and said, "Since you said that, our people will not hurt you."

Smith's eyes suddenly showed surprise, and it seemed that the sign of the United States of America was still effective.

But Ye Fan drove him into the ice cave the next moment.
Chapter completed!