It's been a long time since nightfall, but no one knows exactly what time it is without a timekeeping tool.

The people in the camp only knew cursoly that it was supposed to be the first half of the night.

It was a night to remember for future generations, but it didn't seem any different to those who were going through it.

It was supposed to be an ordinary night.

"Xiao Su, hurry up, keep up. ”

Calling softly, the young man cautiously watched the situation around him.

Tent to tent, dividing the space in the camp into countless areas, bypassing the view of the night watchman, the cat dragging a sack around his waist beckoned a thin shadow to keep up with him.

What he's doing now isn't fundamentally different from what Mark did last night, yet he feels his success rate is much higher than Mark's.

He'd been planning for tonight's escape for months, so to speak—even every breath on the way out was in his plan.

"Whirring ......"

The diminutive figure behind him struggled to suppress the sound of his breathing, but his breathing was still a little heavy, presumably because he was too young.

Chronic malnutrition has ruined everyone's health, especially the child, who is known as 'Xiao Su', who has developed a respiratory illness.

If he continues like this, he will die of disease, if not eaten as food.

There is nothing more torturous and deadly on the snowy fields than a respiratory illness.

It's like cancer in peacetime, and it's terminal.

There are no medicines left in the camp, and even if there are medicines, no one would want to waste them on a sick child.

What's more, he is still a yellow race, a yellow race who has no say in the camp.

"Bear with me! It's almost there!"

The young man whispered, he was lying on the snow and using the perspective of the ground to explore the road ahead, he knew that the front was a level that could not be bypassed.

Five white men were camped at the outskirts of the camp and changed every day, a strategy set up by Mickey to prevent anyone from escaping in the camp.

Even today, the white people in the camp suffered heavy losses, and the tent on the edge of the camp was still lit.

The young man stopped three tents from there, and pulled open the sack that he had been dragging behind him.

"Matthew, where is that machine gun outside the camp?"

In the sack was Matthew, and without a leg, he couldn't get out of the camp, let alone escape the white man's search.

If it weren't for the young man in front of him who deliberately hid, he would have become a barbecue at this time.

"I'll tell you exactly where we're out of the camp. "Matthew wasn't lying by any means because his eyes didn't even blink.

It's very realistic acting, he is just afraid that the young man in front of him will leave himself here after learning all the information he needs to know.

Spending even one day in this place can make you a little more sophisticated, and learning to lie from the sinister human heart and the ugliness of the world is just instinct.

The young man looked Matthew in the eye, and after three or four seconds he chose to believe.

"Okay, Xiao Su, you must use your strength to eat milk when you run up, remember?"

The young man turned his head and instructed the child who was now crouching beside him, hiding his tracks through the shadow of the tent.

"Hmm. ”

The boy nodded, his pale face full of seriousness.

"Count down to three and remember to cover your ears. The young man reminded Matthew, and then took out what looked like a remote control for a television from his bosom.

"Have you tried this?"

Matthew knew what the youth was doing at the moment, so he was worried.

If it doesn't work out, they become benevolent, and this time they have no third way to go.

If they can't escape from the camp and get the machine gun that Mo Xie said, it is estimated that the four of them (Youth, Xiao Su, Matthew, and Mo Xie) will be made into bacon and hung up by this time tomorrow.

"No, so you'd better pray it works. ”

The young man snorted, his voice full of solemnity.

"Liu Gushan, Queen Xiong...... I hope what you wrote in the book is not misleading people's children......"

In his heart, praying to the big bosses who had plagued countless candidates, the young man pressed the oval 'OK' button on the remote control with trembling fingers.

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The cold of the night makes people tingle the spine, and even the strongest man can't survive the cold night on the snowfield with just a single coat.

For the purpose of 'letting the tortured live for a few more days', a fire was lit around Mo Xie and placed on the shelf with an iron brazier, which could only make Mo Ye feel a little heat.

There is a limit to the mercy of these people, and even lighting fires to keep warm can be used as a means of punishing the tortured.

The heat coming from the brazier wasn't even enough to penetrate Mo Ye's cold surface skin at the moment, not to mention what energy he wanted to get from it and store it. However, the smell of smoke it produced was unexpectedly large, and thinking about it, these guys would never 'warm' Mo Ye with the wood of life.

"Hurry up and get the signal......"

Gritting his teeth, Mo Xie struggled against the cold and smoke, just when he felt that he couldn't help but call on the energy that had been collected in the 'energy storage pipeline' with great difficulty to warm his body......

"Boom~!Boom~......!"

The sound effects of grenades used in old-fashioned war movies are like explosions in the camp at night.

The flames were everywhere, and there were at least five or six explosions.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack! Flee!"

Those who witnessed the catastrophe were immediately reminded of the painful memories of being frightened by the war, but ironically, most of them were white.

The executioners who are used to being powerful on weekdays screamed, all like girls.

Without making too much conjecture, or even thinking about it, Mo Xie was sure that this was the signal that the young man was talking about.

"What a big move......"

Mo Xie knew that the opportunity could not be missed, and when the guards' attention was diverted from him, he suddenly exerted his strength!

"Click!"

All the energy that was collected was stored in an 'energy storage pipe', and Mo Xie had transferred it to his right arm early in the morning for convenience.

(To explain, Mo Ye's 'energy storage pipes' are similar to 'movable dantian', but if you unravel Mo Xie, you won't be able to find these pipes.) ）

At this moment, with the thought in his mind, the energy contained in this pipe was completely released in an instant.

"Kirin Arm!"

Roaring in his heart, feeling the arm that had regained explosive power, Mo Ye slammed his force-

"Boom, boom, boom......!"

The rope that had been burned through a gap broke in response, and freedom was only a matter of moments.

"The countdown begins!"

As soon as the stiff body was freed, Mo Ye rushed to the brazier in front of him as soon as possible.

"Die, bastards!"

Directly grabbed the edge of the brazier with his right hand, and the firewood and charcoal that were still burning in the hot iron brazier smashed down the bodies of the guards who had not had time to come back to their senses like a meteor of fire.

"Ahh

The screams were drowned out by the sound of explosions, which not many people in the camp had just woken up to.