Driven by Uncle Um, the armored vehicle wandered along the streets filled with corpses. From time to time, it would stop to avoid bulldozers that were busy knocking down houses and scooping up corpses, as well as trucks that were transporting corpses to unknown destinations.

I don’t know if it’s lucky or not. At this point in the massacre, almost everyone who could be killed has been killed. Those who could escape or hide have already escaped and hid. So along the way, they only picked up a few here and there.

The Falangist militants did not know whether to live or die, but no one bothered them.

As Wei Ran pressed the shutter again and again, the armored vehicle finally got rid of the fleas all over its body, and finally stopped in front of a crumbling dilapidated building.

"Those kids are in the basement."

The hot air balloon said, "There are five children in total, but I don't know how many are still alive."

"Let's go, I'll go down with you." Wei Ran said while putting away the camera.

"Uncle Umu, turn around." The hot air balloon gently tapped the car body with the butt of its gun as a reminder.

Hearing this, Wumu immediately controlled the armored vehicle to crush the corpses of his compatriots on the ground who were destined not to survive. He controlled the tracked armored vehicle to turn roughly on the spot, and took the opportunity to drive the butt of the vehicle into the building.

The first floor of a dilapidated building.

“Hurry up”

While giving a loud warning, Bat also controlled the direction of the machine gun tower, directly blocking one end of the street. At the same time, Uncle Um also got into the car from the cockpit, came out with a submachine gun, and aimed at the street.

the other side of.

Without wasting too much time, Wei Ran also took the opportunity to pull out the silent MP5 submachine gun with a telescopic stock from his backpack, pushed open the rear hatch, followed the hot air balloon and jumped out, heading straight for the stairs leading to the basement.

Working together, they lifted up the broken refrigerator blocking the entrance to the basement and the corpses of several men and women lying there. They turned on the flashlights in no particular order and walked in amid the strong smell of blood and the faint smell of corpses.

"While serving extrajudicially, I participated in many military operations in Djibouti and Somaliland."

The hot air balloon sighed softly as it walked, "But I have never seen such a miserable battlefield."

"I've seen it before," Wei Ran sighed.

"where?"

“Grozny”

Wei Ran cleared his throat, "I also saw an outlaw sniper there. If I remember correctly, he seemed to be from the Second Parachute Regiment."

"Grozny? Second Parachute Regiment?"

The hot air balloon muttered and said uncertainly, "Maybe it's some special operation. Why haven't I heard of it?"

"You'll hear about it later."

Wei Ran promptly changed the subject and asked softly, "Where are those children?"

"Come with me"

As he spoke, the hot air balloon took a few steps quickly to overtake Wei Ran and led him into the dark basement. He moved some debris and lifted up a torn blanket, revealing several children huddled together.

After some inspection, Wei Ran sighed silently. One of the children had stopped breathing. A gash of more than ten centimeters was cut in his stomach. The intestines inside were all removed by himself using a not-so-clean instrument.

I covered the plate to prevent it from leaking out.

But he still didn't hold on until the hot air balloon came to save him - he also suffered a small but fatal wound in his intestines.

The conditions of the remaining four alive were not too good either. One of the boys had a penetrating wound on each of his palms and a long circular cut on his head.

Apparently, before he was rescued, someone had nailed him somewhere like Jesus and tried to scalp him.

There was also a boy who had cross and cedar patterns carved on the left and right sides of his face. His throat was also slashed, and all the teeth in his mouth were knocked out.

The other two little girls, one had bingo grids and X's and O's as chess pieces all over her body, and seven or eight of her ten fingers had their fingernails removed. In addition,

In addition, there was an AK rifle purge running through each of her thighs.

The skin on the other girl's back has been lifted open, revealing a bright red muscle - there are still traces of burnt cigarette butts and cigarette ash flying on it. In addition, there are also scars on one of her legs.

An AK bayonet is inserted.

Just looking at these wounds, it is not difficult to imagine what kind of torture they have suffered before. But luckily among misfortunes, or misfortunes among misfortunes, they are all still alive.

"Let's go, let's get out of here." Wei Ran said softly, and carefully picked up the two scarred boys.

Quickly returning to the first floor and getting into the armored vehicle, Father Um immediately returned to the cab. Almost as soon as the hot air balloon closed the rear hatch, he controlled the vehicle to continue turning around and drove straight towards the hospital.

.

"Will they survive?"

In the compartment of the armored vehicle, the hot air balloon asked the guard Ran worriedly in French.

"It will be no problem if there are sufficient medical supplies," Wei Ran replied while checking the children.

"I still have one anesthetic left," the hot air balloon said hurriedly.

"I hope it's enough..."

Wei Ran rolled up his sleeves and glanced at the watch on his wrist. After pondering for a moment, he asked, "Are you going to let the sewing machine couple get in the car later?"

"What do you want to say?" the hot air balloon asked.

"The couple will never separate."

Wei Ran said almost firmly, "Either let them leave together, or they will all stay."

"You can..."

"Yes, but it may take a long time."

Wei Ran said helplessly that the injuries of these four children were very troublesome, and it would take a long time for him to treat them alone, even if it was just preliminary treatment.

"Let them decide for themselves"

The hot air balloon sighed and stopped continuing the topic. He just asked Wei Ran to borrow the half-frame camera again and took a photo of each of the four children.

Just as he returned the camera to Weiran, the armored vehicle drove into the hospital again amid the panic among the medical workers.

"I'll go ahead, Bat, and fire as many shots as you like." Wei Ran said, having already jumped out of the armored vehicle.

Taking his prompts, Bat moved the machine gun, randomly pulled the trigger at a cedar tree in the hospital, and fired a series of bursts.

At the same time, the AKM's health gun held up with one hand also pulled the trigger several times above his head, and then he walked into the hospital arrogantly, grabbed a doctor and asked, "Where's the sewing machine?"

"Sew..."

"It's me, the veterinarian from MSF." Wei Ran lowered his voice slightly, "Have him come to me with the surgical kit."

Upon hearing this, the doctor's eyes immediately lit up, and after Wei Ran let go, he immediately ran away and disappeared.

After a while, the sewing machine ran over carrying several surgical bags.

"Are the cradle still in the basement?" Wei Ran asked in Greek.

"Why do you know Greek?"

The sewing machine muttered something in surprise, and then immediately replied, "Still, she and the wounded are still in the basement."

"We got an armored vehicle"

Wei Ranyan explained concisely and concisely, "There are four injured children in the car who need treatment. I'm afraid I can't handle it by myself, so I need help.

After initial treatment, the hot air balloon and his friends will venture into an armored vehicle and try to leave the refugee camp with the injured child.

There was a risk, you could survive, you could be discovered and killed, so we decided to risk it with the wounded.

It's your turn, sewing machine, make your choice, we're pressed for time."

"If you send it out, will it come back?" The sewing machine asked the key question.

"If they can, they will drive back to deliver a second batch, a third batch, until they are discovered."

"How many people can you fit into your armored vehicle?" The sewing machine asked the second key question.

"Five, at most five." Wei Ran replied with difficulty, "We need treatment space, and we will send it out immediately after the treatment."

"Give me two minutes," the sewing machine said, and ran towards the entrance to the negative floor.

Although it is said to be two minutes, the sewing machine actually wastes a full ten minutes.

In these ten minutes, Uncle Um had already driven the armored vehicle to the end of the corridor where they often climbed through the windows.

Within these ten minutes, the sewing machine had already called on several doctors to help, quietly removed the blockage leading to the negative floor, and helped out eight children with varying degrees of injuries.

"Let them get in the car too?"

Sewing Machine asked almost pleadingly, "After completing the treatment, I will get out of the car to make room for them."

"You have to know that there are risks in following the armored vehicles to evacuate." Wei Ran reminded.

"everybody knows"

Sewing Machine said urgently, "But can they really survive if they stay here?"

After looking at the basement level that was about to be blocked again, and the cradle standing at the stairs of the basement floor praying devoutly for the injured Musilin children in the Orthodox way, Wei Ran finally nodded.

"Get in the car"

Before Wei Ran finished speaking, several male doctors who came to help immediately worked together to carry the 8 selected children over the window edge and into the armored vehicle, urging them to squeeze in as much as possible.

Without any delay, Wei Yan and Sewing Machine also got into the crowded carriage and closed the hatch. At the same time, the hot air balloon left the carriage and climbed onto the roof, holding the gun and sitting on the edge of the machine gun tower.
To be continued...