Before the car started moving, Wei Ran had already taken out the kerosene gas lamp from the metal book under the cover of his backpack, lit it and hung it above his head.

"Put on these clothes first"

Wei Ran said, handing a set of Falangist uniforms prepared in advance by the hot air balloon to the sewing machine, and then explained while making pre-operative preparations, "We don't have much time, so we can only perform preliminary treatment on them. In addition,

, I only have one anesthetic here."

"I have three here"

The sewing machine said while changing clothes, "Two are from the medical kit you gave me before, and the other is from the injured Falangist militia."

"This is probably the only good news," Wei Ran said, having already injected the injection into the body of the most seriously injured child.

The bumpy carriage, the crowded environment, the filthy temperature of the carriage that was constantly heated by gas lights and children, the tight time and those hideous wounds.

Under so much pressure, Wei Ran and the sewing machine who had changed clothes started the most basic and simple treatment at the fastest speed and with the lowest requirements.

This may also be the last treatment those four children will receive in a short period of time - even if they can really leave the refugee camp alive.

“Bang bang bang”

Before Wei Ran could help the girl in charge bandage the wound on her back, a dull sound of tapping on the armored hatch cover could be heard from outside.

"puff"

Wei Ran reacted very quickly and turned off the kerosene lamp above his head, put it back into the metal book, and then continued to bandage the wound in the dark.

"How long do you want?"

The bat was wrapped around his waist, and the blanket blocking the gap at the edge of the machine gun tower was lifted by the hot air balloon. His questions were also transmitted into the carriage along with the light.

"Two minutes"

"five minutes"

Gas and hot air balloons give two answers.

"We only have one minute at most," the hot air balloon urged. "There is a convoy in front of us that is leaving the refugee camp, and we are ready to leave with it."

"How far is it?" Wei Ran speeded up his hands as he spoke.

“an intersection”

The hot air balloon urged, "Let the children calm down. Also, if you don't plan to leave the refugee camp, you'd better get off the bus with me before the next intersection."

"Are you going to leave with me?"

Wei Ran asked while speeding up the bandaging, and then switched to Arabic to ask the children to keep quiet and not make any noise.

"I'm leaving with the cradle, and you?" asked the sewing machine.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Click"

Wei Ran directly opened the hatch at the rear of the car and responded, "The sewing machine and I will go back to the alley first. If... if it fails, at least send a message back via radio."

"Bat, channel 4."

After finishing speaking, the hot air balloon immediately urged, "Get off the car quickly."

"Walk"

Before Wei Ran finished speaking, he was the first to jump down. While he was standing firm on the ground, he had already taken out the half-frame camera and pointed it at the sewing machine and hot air balloon that were jumping down, as well as those huddled in the hatch that had not yet been closed.

A group of children pressed the shutter.

Driven by an electric motor, with the shutter flashing again and again, all the remaining films of this half-frame camera were used to record the process of the sewing machine from jumping out to landing, and also to record the children in the carriage following the armored door at the rear of the car.

Close the fleeting figure.

"Come with me"

Wei Ran put away the camera under the cover of the chest strap, and together with the hot air balloon, he dragged the sewing machine that almost fell over to a building on the roadside with many refugee corpses lying at the door.

"From now on we are Falangists"

Wei Ran checked the walkie-talkie in his chest strap and reminded the sewing machine, "If we encounter the Falange later, let me communicate with the hot air balloon."

"Know"

While the sewing machine was talking, he took off the AKM on his shoulder, loaded the bullet with a slightly unfamiliar look, and asked, "Are you only going to let the two of them take so many children away?"

"The two of them are enough"

The hot air balloon who was also checking the firearms said, "If they fail, at least Dongfeng and I can protect you and then find other ways to escape from here."

"I hope they can all leave alive."

Sewing Machine looked at the armored vehicle's retreating back and murmured to himself, "I have never been so devout as I am now, hoping that God can help those children and that the ark can reach the other side safely."

“If God really wants to help, he’d better take care of his followers who are committing crimes first.” The hot air balloon mocked, “But in fact, the only thing God is doing is to forgive again and again without any bottom line.

All the evil done by his followers is like an example."

"So God is the biggest terrorist." Wei Ran muttered, "No matter whose God it is."

"I like what you said"

The hot air balloon said, having loaded the weapon in his hand with a click, "Let's go, we should find a place to hide and wait for the bats and the others to come back in their armored vehicle."

"Where will they send the child?" Sewing Machine asked, "There is also a child whose wound has not been bandaged. I'm worried..."

"have no idea"

The hot air balloon shook his head, "No one knows. These are not things we have time to consider now. Let's go quickly. Let's rush back to the hospital as soon as possible. Whether your cradle or Hanwad, they are all facing danger."

Hearing this, Sewing Machine didn't ask any more questions, and quickly wrapped his face with a scarf, holding a gun and walking behind Wei Ran and the hot air balloon, walking past the tortured corpses on the street full of pools of blood.
Chapter completed!