"Please, don't come......" she thought silently, gently stepping back, her figure not so bright in the night, but as a warrior it was very funny, very indescribable and even laughable.

Her perfect figure could not withstand the penetration of the gun, and a cold sweat soaked her already tattered military uniform, unable to control her rapid and unsteady breathing, so that the obvious sound of breathing came.

A feeling of depression was pressing on her, as if there was a mountain or a jack that you could never move away, and her tears were so worthless, and soon they fell drop by drop on the road after the devastation of the war.

The charred corpse emitted a strange smell, mixed with the smell of ** and blood everywhere, her body slowly squirmed and retreated, her knees quickly wore out the skin, and the feeling of bleeding suddenly drilled into the cranial nerves.

Her eyes were full of helplessness and timidity, not so determined and focused at all, but nervously looking around, praying for something.

But it was so coincidental that the enemy did not come and kill her, but bypassed the position and walked to another battlefield.

......Tears fell from her eyes, and she slowly straightened up and looked around, and it was dark that there was no one under the night sky, only the corpse and the wreckage as her company.

She walked out quietly, and even almost fell on her heels, but she reacted quickly and didn't let herself land on the ground.

Little by little, the smoke from the burning flames rose into the sky, accompanied by Amen's heavy, lost footprints.

She lowered her head to block the fierce wind, and struggled to meet the difficulties until she lost her motivation little by little.

Feng'er seems to be deliberately working against her, and her strength seems to be unsatisfactory, and she can't be called strong.

The scenery outside the embassy is a scenery that these officers and soldiers have long been accustomed to, but the food here is about to be eaten up, and whether to give the few remaining military rations to the people or to eat them themselves has become a test for the soldiers.

The cold wind warmly baptized every expatriate through the window, they were afraid of the cold, and they gathered together to keep warm, but it was clear that this did not help.

The opinion of the warriors was to give the military rations to the children, and then to the young people, and after the discussion the people should keep vigil and sleep.

But no one knew what had happened, since a young man had almost knocked the warrior unconscious with a stick in the middle of the night, but unfortunately he was subdued just as he was about to strike, and he was pressed to a place by the warriors, gritting his teeth and wanting to burst out with bruises on his face.

The sound of gunfire around him was still unheard, and the tiny light bulb on the ceiling didn't last long.

Soon, the iron-blooded forces blew up the city's power center, and the entire street became almost a sniper's paradise, and every minute, three civilians were knocked to the ground by the snipers, and their bodies were shot and even pierced.

Without mercy, there was an extra puddle of blood on their bodies, blood soaked their clothes, and their miserable expressions told the world about injustice.

On average, every minute, about 4~15 civilians die from gunfire or disease.

As the young man was being interrogated, groups of refugees surrounded the embassy, pounding on the doors as fast as they could, banging with sticks everywhere they could reach.

I can't count how many children have been trampled to death at the feet of adults.

"You can't shoot at ordinary people!" The gate soon couldn't bear the pressure, and the embassy security personnel and police raised their shields to block the crowd at the main entrance, and the crowd of people hugging me became a torrent, torrent.

They senselessly stormed the embassy, which was on the verge of running out of food, and no matter what they did, praying, violent, or attacking, they still wanted to live in the end.

They don't do it for anything, they just want to be comfortable, they are not afraid of guns and losing their lives, and no one knows better than them that in this world, starvation is better than sickness.

Several old men fell to the ground and twitched wildly, until the last moment they lost their lives with a feeling.

"Let's go inside! Get in! You soldiers! ”

Dignity, dignity, a group of people outside the door have lost this thing, they brought the disease, and they made a fuss for three whole days until it subsided, and there was a group of people who simply slept in front of the door and did not leave.

After the frenzied onslaught, their bitter pleas no longer softened the hearts of any embassy staff.

It's cruel, it's very real, they just sit there and do nothing, except sighing and making trouble, and there is only one way left to wait for death.

The cold wind was biting, some of them suddenly fell to the ground and convulsed, tears and saliva spurted out, they trembled madly, as if they were a machine born for this, they threw themselves into the crowd like irrationally, and held down the living people with their rotting flesh.

"They're crazy...... hygienist Wu Yue said nervously, the short hair that was slightly over the shoulders fluttered messily with the biting cold wind, and the slightly nervous breathing was only a slight sound in this quiet atmosphere.

Her face was much more refreshed by her military uniform, and her obsidian eyes deliberately looked at the battlefield around her, as bright as the faint flickering street lamps before dawn.

But the eyes were very low and nervous. The wounded right hand gently rubbed his eyes, then touched the holster, blinking tiredly, relieving the tremendous pressure as much as possible.

The slender legs sat cross-legged together, and the tired body leaned against the cold wall.

"It's okay......" The comrades-in-arms on the side half-knelt down to check Lin Yue's situation, although they looked very worried, but the steady speed of speech gave Lin Yue great encouragement and encouragement.

She waved her hand, covered her mouth softly and coughed, and after a short break, pulled out her gun.

The cold body of the spear irritated her rough fingers, even beginning to penetrate her skin and burrow into every part of her body.

The scratched receiver is engraved with irregular lines of different sizes, as if it were a record of the past.

The slightly trembling arm was quickly restrained by a familiar force, ensuring that the trigger and muzzle were normal, and that the firearm could be fired.

She is a battlefield medic who is proficient in all kinds of field medical and first aid methods, but she is not good at shooting and fighting, especially fighting.

Still thinking about how to get out, she tapped the water in the kettle, and the crisp sound immediately echoed around the room, like a large clock striking the time.

Sure enough, not a drop of water is gone, and this is not the main thing, the main thing is that this kettle leaks everything except for no water, which is extremely deadly.

Resources are getting strained, and soon many people are struggling to make ends meet, but there is nothing they can do, because if you go out, you will be beaten to death by refugees outside the door, or shot by open guns.

Two female comrades and more than 20 male comrades, the female cadre was already in the most dangerous situation, and even the bandages and various medicines were empty, not to mention water and food.

The expatriates are only guaranteed one or two meals a day, and they are also conserved with water, and if this continues, the soldiers will have to gnaw the walls for a living.

"They're so hungry... Give them this ration of mine," the female cadre said, dying, and took out all her rations.

But no one dared to give it, because such a small ration would only make the group of refugees even more rampant and crazy, and they would think that the embassy was rich and would bang on the door very hard.

The bandages on the female cadre's abdomen were soon stained red with blood, and there was nothing left to rescue her, and everyone, expatriates, and soldiers could only watch her die.