Jiang An walked to Lin Rui's side, he was also embarrassed, and his cheeks were dusty and gritty except for blood. "The people are all assembled. It's not good, though. ”

Lin Rui nodded, "What about the specific situation?"

"We lost two armed pickups, Group B lost nine people at a performance, and we lost eight in Group A, plus the previous one, and a few were very injured. The guns may not work. Shogishi whispered, "He was seriously injured to cover Crazy Horse." He is now in a semi-comatose state. It was Crazy Horse who pulled him back and dragged him back. ”

Lin Rui nodded silently, his smoking hand trembling a little. No one expected that this unplanned encounter would bring such a big loss. "Gather all of you, and we're going to keep heading east. Until the Order's forces are in pursuit, this is our only hope of escape. ”

Lin Rui turned his head to look at Crazy Horse, the Indian was sitting there, a little lost because of his sadness. Lin Rui walked over and kicked him, "Get up for me and keep walking!"

"Gun is going to die, he died to save me. Crazy Horse looked up and roared with all his might.

"He's not dead yet, even if he dies, don't let him die meaninglessly!" Lin Rui grabbed him, "You remember Lao Tzu! Your life was given by him, you have to live for him." Carry him on my back and keep walking!"

"Why do you want to go, why don't you stay and fight!" Crazy Horse said angrily, "As a mercenary captain, are you so afraid of death?"

Lin Rui looked at him coldly and said, "You can understand it like this. Some mercenaries are not afraid of death, because they have never known how to cherish life, and they trample on their own lives like trampling on a piece of waste paper. As if life was not their own, they lived only to fight and kill, to lose their lives. For those who regard life as the supreme treasure, of course, they think they are unstoppable and dare not go toe-to-toe with them.

It is precisely for this reason that this double gap between desperateness and fear of death gives some people the opportunity to wreak havoc on madness, making them feel that they are invincible, and they are flying at will. And then let the original IQ that was not very high be almost worn out in the long-term fighting. Even if this kind of person is very loud, he is still a pile of scrap metal in his bones, and he can't become a big climate!"

"You!" Crazy Horse roared and grabbed him.

"Know why we are called O2, because oxygen represents our ubiquity, and also represents the continuation of life and the basis of survival. There is no shame in being afraid of death if you have brains, but death is for those who have no brains!" Lin Rui shook off his hand and shouted, "Don't be like a girl." Pick up arms and break out with me!"

The actuary walked over to Shore, patted Crazy Horse on the shoulder, and whispered, "Let's go." We have to live first. Without hesitation, Lin Rui turned around and gave an order, organizing the team to move on. Because he knows that the more times like this, the more he can't be soft. Everyone is watching him, and he is also the hope of everyone to survive. The stronger he became, the more confident these brothers became. On the contrary, if he all softened, the will of this team would be completely broken.

He'd never scolded Crazy Horse in public, but he knew Crazy Horse could understand. He had to use this opportunity to boost the morale of his team.

Gunshots and explosions soon rang out again. Militants from several Secret Societies are frantically storming them. It seemed to them that these mercenaries had been trapped, like a little bird covered by a hunter's net, scurrying around in a cage with no way to escape.

A tidal wave of militants lunged down on them, mixed with cautious greetings and footsteps. Countless Secret Order forces in black combat uniforms were closing in on Karen step by step, layer by layer. Suddenly, there was gunfire all around. Speeding bullets weaved into a web of fire around their bodies, and the bullets struck the walls and ground of the ruins, splattering patches of dust. Someone was pierced by a bullet and fell to the ground with a bang. With his mouth wide open on the floor, he was dying, and his life was so ugly and cruel.

Gunfights, chaotic and sudden fierce battles, left the minds of these Secret Order armies blank, as if they were out of it. In a trance, there is no thought, no fear, not even oneself.

The same was true for Lin Rui and the others, the fierce battle almost made him know where he was, and his eyes were just a black cloud that overwhelmed the city, rolling in and swarming. For a long time, he could not hear any sound, the glass windows shattered silently, the earthen walls of the building fell to the ground, and all the chaos and intensity stimulated his senses through the visual nerves. He suspected that he had not recovered from a minor concussion.

Suddenly, the whistling of bullets, the sound of glass breaking, and the shouts of the Militants of the Secret Society exploded like a flood that had broken the embankment, as if the sound had been turned on to the highest gear, and the noise of more than 100 decibels hit Lin Rui's eardrums. He was so shocked that he couldn't help but shiver. In the deafening noise, the nerves returned to normal.

The horror of the battle returned to his heart, and Lin Rui's instinctive reaction was to raise his gun and shoot back. Although most of the time he could not even see clearly the specific direction of the enemy, even though he did not aim at all, the gun in his hand "fired" bullets one after another. Cut off your life, or be harvested by someone else. He didn't even hesitate at all, and didn't look at the other companions who were shot. The only thing he could do was shoot all the bullets out of the pistol. Slowly, the raindrops faded, the gunfire thinned, and scattered bullets streaked like meteors. Lin Rui also stopped shooting. Another charge by the Order's forces was repulsed.

There was a brief lull on both sides, a calm on the verge of an arrow, a calmness like an active volcano that had accumulated deeper explosions.

At the headquarters of the Secret Society, information of a fierce battle on the outskirts of the encirclement had reached the ears of Maklovsky. He shook his fist angrily, "As expected, their attack outside is just a cover, they don't have a helicopter, it's all just a trick." Damn, it's a pity I'm still not resolute enough!"

Conan frowned, "So there are two groups of them, and one is trapped in the encirclement. And the other group is trying to mislead us?"

"That's right, they're trying to convince us that they have helicopters and are capable of short-range frog jumps. But the reality is that they want to use the guise of the outside to distract us. Fortunately, I didn't let people all withdraw back and forth. And they were accidentally spotted by one of our search teams. Now it is in the middle of a war. And the closest we are to the place of engagement, there are still two squads of strength to put into battle. In an hour at most, our people will be able to arrive. And then win in one fell swoop!" Maklovski slapped the table.