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Fugui subconsciously touched the gun. He vaguely felt that this person should be the sniper who injured him and Cao Minghua, and the person who shot the escapee one hundred meters away from the Gobi Desert. At this moment, the black muzzle was aiming tightly at Fugui's eyebrows, and a trace of despair flashed in his heart, as if he suddenly fell into an ice cave, and his whole body felt a complete coldness!

A person's potential will always burst out at the most critical moment, especially an excellent gunman like Fugui, because he is an excellent special forces member. Years of emergency training suddenly burst out at the moment when the man fired. Although he knew that his speed was far less than the speed of a bullet, he shrugged his shoulders and turned his head. Just when he was tilted, the bullet deviated from his head and was deeply embedded into his shoulders, and a bright red blood mist suddenly appeared.

The man might not have expected that he would fail and stood on the oblique stairs with his gun. Fugui took advantage of his chance to be stunned and quickly climbed behind the cement wall.

Because he injured his bones, Fugui felt a piercing pain on his shoulders. The scorching feeling was like a sharp spear piercing into the flesh, and his entire left arm was sore that he had no strength.

Fugui hid in the corner and observed it for a while, tore open his clothes, and red blood flowed out from his left shoulder. Fugui wiped his hands on his clothes, gritted his teeth and turned on the skin of the broken bullet. Fortunately, the bullet was not left in the flesh. The most important thing now is to stop the bleeding, but his bandage has been used up.

Fugui leaned against the wall with his hands tightly covering his wound and gasped. Suddenly, he saw two black shadows flashing in the darkness. He quickly took out his dagger and was about to pounce on him. He saw clearly that the two black shadows were Jiao Ji and Jinhui.

Jinhui squatted on the ground, picked up Fugui's arm and looked at it, and asked in surprise: "Has the bone been hurt?"

After saying that, he turned around and ordered Jiao Ji: "Beware." Then he took out a bandage from his first aid kit to bandage Fugui. He held Fugui's hand tightly and asked nervously: "Do you feel anything?"

Fugui leaned there and didn't want to move. He only felt sweat from his face drifting down, and his shoulders felt like he was cut off with a dagger, and he felt a heart-wrenching pain.

"Why are you back? Where is Huazi?" Fugui looked at Jiao Ji dissatisfied.

Jiao Ji turned around and smiled, holding a gun to patrol the movements around him and said, "He's fine. As soon as I went out, I found a hidden place to help him stop the bleeding. Now he is asleep. I will go back with him when we rush out."

Fugui was about to speak, Jiao Ji turned around and made a stop gesture, and smiled sly like a child: "Don't scold me, Brother Jinhui has scolded me just now. I promise you that when this place is over, I will definitely send Huazi to the hospital."

Fugui sighed. He knew that the hope of rushing out was now very ethereal. Now more than a dozen guns outside were facing them. Not only were they lack bullets, but they also consumed a lot of physical strength for seven or eight days of survival in the wild. They fought continuously for the middle of the night and were so hungry that they were pressed against the backbone. Moreover, his injuries are indeed very serious. At best, he is a spirit of not admitting defeat to support his body.

Suddenly there was a riot outside, and the messy gunshots finally stopped. Jinhui stretched out his neck and looked at it and said, "What tricks are you doing?"

"Brother, there are no bullets. As long as you hand over our things, I promise to let you go. From now on, the water of the well will not interfere with the river. How about it?" A hoarse voice came in, with a hint of mockery in his tone.

Perhaps those people were not answering for a long time because of their wealth and honor, and shouted in a mess: "Brother, they are our belongings. Let me go in and beat them to death."

"Let Jiang Cheng and Wang Wei shoot them to death with one shot. They kill so many of our brothers."

...

Fugui listened quietly, and he finally knew the name of the sniper. Moreover, listening to their words, there should be two snipers. Fugui looked at the stairs subconsciously, and the moonlight shone in from the broken window, hazy, only the hanging iron chains were still shaking gently, making a crisp sound in the quiet night.

After a while, the hoarse voice rang again: "Did you hear it? I'll give you a few minutes. If you don't come out again, we'll rush in. At that time, I'd rather not have goods than let you die very ugly."

Fugui and the three of them looked at each other and smiled.

Now they all knew in their hearts that the chance of rushing out this time was almost zero, because from the noise just now, it can be judged that there were more than a dozen people outside, and they also had two snipers with accurate marksmanship, and they still don’t know where they lurked.

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Jin Hui sat down beside Fugui, took out his pocket and said, "It's a pity that there was no cigarette. If I had known that I would fall here today, I would have to bring two packs of cigarettes even if I was punished."

"What's the cigarette? Don't forget me." Jiao Ji knelt there with a gun, and took out half a pack of cigarette from his pocket like a magic trick, and threw it to Jinhui: "Smoke it, this is what I touched from a corpse when I came in just now."

Jin Hui took the cigarette and put it on his nose and smelled it. He smiled happily and said, "Good boy, that's OK." After that, he lit up one and handed it to Fugui.

Fugui took it and took a few sips, silently staring at the window at the stairs. From there, he could see the stars in the sky shining faintly in the dark night sky. He suddenly wanted to see the moon, the same gentle moon that was parting with the swallows.

He felt very relieved when he thought of Yan Zi, and a warm current suddenly surged in his heart. If there was really heaven, she might be waiting for herself in heaven.

Jiao Ji threw away the cigarette butt, took out a few bullets from his arms, and silently pressed them into the magazine in the darkness. In the quiet night, he made a crisp sound of metal collision.

"What are you thinking?" Seeing Jin Hui silently holding a gun and looking up at the black roof, Fugui couldn't help but ask.

Jin Hui glanced at Fugui, and there was a hint of happiness on his face: "I miss my son."

Fugui suspected that he had heard it wrong and looked at him in shock: "Your son? You have only been married for a few months, how could you have a son?"

"To be honest, I first visited relatives. Before we got married, we...we were together. The last time I went home to get married, she was pregnant." Although in the dark, Fugui could guess the shy expression on his face: "In another two months, my son should be born."

"Awesome," Jiao Ji raised his head, looked at Jinhui and stretched out his thumb: "Fatty, he is avant-garde, just like the idea of ​​our era."

Jin Hui seemed to be even more embarrassed by him and pretended to be angry: "Where you stay there, what do the child know?"

Jiao Ji said disapprovingly: "What's that? Besides, I don't understand anything. Tell you, I'm a master of love. I've been in love three or four times since junior high school. I'm the idol of those female classmates. Don't you believe in my charm?"

Jin Hui stretched out his legs and said, "I believe, you are as charming as your captain." After saying that, he stretched out his hand from the darkness, groped and held Fugui's hand and said, "Fugui, if one of the three of us can escape this disaster, I will ask you two to help me go home and see my son and kiss him on the face for me."

"Okay," Fugui felt a sense of a sense of pride spreading rapidly in his heart, and the fear of death just now disappeared: "Since that's the case, I will explain my funeral: If I leave, you take my ashes back and hand them over to my sister, and she knows where I should be buried."

"What are you doing?" Jin Hui asked Jiao Ji.

Jiao Ji thought for a while and said, "I have nothing to say. My father kept saying that I can't accomplish anything, and I will be a hero and let him see it." After that, he stood up and said, "Tell me, when will we fight?"

With a ray of bleak moonlight, Fugui looked at Jiao Ji's young face. Perhaps because of excitement, his face was full of tragedy. He should be the same age as when Liangzi left, Fugui thought. This age should be a carefree and happy life under the care of his family. However, this outfit made him mature at this age prematurely and firmly stay in the place where the country needs it most.

"Wait." Fugui grabbed Jiao Ji's hand. When he saw that face, he suddenly knew what he should do. He turned to ask Jin Hui: "We two should hold on and let Jiao Ji find the opportunity to rush out. We cannot be without the person who reported the news. Besides, someone will have to do what we just told him."

As soon as Jin Hui nodded, Jiao Ji rolled his eyes with Fugui in anger: "What are you saying? I thought I was afraid of death? Since I stepped into this military camp and saw your glorious deeds, I have always been fascinated. I used to regret that I had been born for a few years and could not fight side by side with you. Now the opportunity has come, do you actually want me to leave?" After saying that, he pulled up the bolt and looked outside disdainfully and said: "To be honest, I don't want to die, but I'm not afraid of demons!"

Fugui suddenly remembered that when he was young, he was as bold as the sky, as fearless as the same. It was precisely because of this spirit that he had been waiting here for eight years. He put Jiao Ji's hand on the tightly held hands he and Jin Hui, and shook them hard and said, "Okay, let's fight together. Even if we die, we must have all the blood of these people!"

After saying that, he asked Jinhui for a bandage, tied a condom, slapped his left hand around his neck, lifted up the gun and said, "You two are here to hold them back, I'll go upstairs to find the two snipers."

"Okay!" Jin Hui clapped his high-five and said, "Be careful."

Jiao Ji also came over and hugged Fugui tightly. Fugui could truly feel the warmth coming from him. Jiao Ji bit his lip and repeatedly reminded him: "Take care! Leave a bullet for yourself! But... it's better not to use it."


Chapter completed!