I quickly got out of the back of the car and carefully leaned over to the car that had fallen on the side of the road, carefully observing the situation inside and outside the car and on the road.

"Get out of the car and get rid of it." After getting to the side of the car to make sure no one was alive, I quickly shouted in the direction of the truck, and I went over to the man who had climbed out of the car and was knocked over, took the MP5 he had in hand, and looked inside.

There were three of them, and the two in the front row were dead before they could even climb out of the car. In particular, the guy in the driver's seat may have lost consciousness after the rollover, because his seat belt had completely secured him to the seat. The guy in the passenger seat should have been shot and killed, and half of his body was already out of the car.

I quickly pulled out two magazines from the other man's body, and just as I was putting them in my pocket, I heard the sound of a car engine coming from the direction of town on the road. Although I can't see the car coming at the moment, let alone know whether it is a friend or foe, but if I can still come at this time, it must be that the person who came is not good.

I quickly ran back to the truck, only to see D walking to the back of the truck's cargo box with his right arm hanging down and his left arm on his left arm. The tall and thin man had an ugly face, and a large amount of blood from his abdomen not only soaked through his shirt, but also down his trouser legs at the moment.

"Open the cargo door." d looked at me and said.

I quickly leaned towards the container and said, "There's someone coming from behind, probably someone chasing after me." We need to get out of here as soon as possible. ”

D looked at the cargo box, "The contents of the carriage need to be destroyed." When I opened the door, there was a plastic bucket with fuel inside. He turned his body around and pointed to me on his right side, "There's an oil-burning lighter in your pants pocket." ”

I quickly pulled out a zippo-like lighter and opened the cargo box, just then I heard a car stop on the side of the road, followed by two doors closing.

"Someone's coming." I saw that the tall and thin man threw away his side after saying a word, leaned against the side of the car and tried to lift the gun, and after taking a quick aim, he pulled the trigger in the direction of the road.

"Hidden!" When I heard the gunshot, I immediately lowered myself and fell to the ground, and at the same time turned and shot there. The men who had come by were attacked and immediately began to fight back, but they may have been caught by some surprise by the attack, and after firing two or three shots at us in quick succession, they quickly retreated.

I quickly got up from the ground and got ready to get into the carriage again, the guys were going to attack again, and I had to get things done before they could start attacking and get out of here. But just as I was about to enter the car, a hand suddenly grabbed me.

I turned my head to look at the hand, and saw the tall, thin man pulling me with his left hand, which had been stained red with his own blood. As soon as I was forced to stop, he said, "Leave it to me." I'll get it done before I die. And it should be able to help you hold them back. Without waiting for me to answer, he grabbed my right hand, which was holding the lighter.

"Also, my name is Hans Felik, a German." As he spoke, he snatched the lighter from my hand and said, "Help me pour the oil up." The tall, lanky Hans gasped.

D grabbed his arm and said, "Follow me." Let's go together and you'll be fine. ”

The tall and thin Hans shook off D's hand and said, "Don't talk nonsense. I've seen more dead people than you've ever seen alive. I know better than the doctors whether I can be saved. Let's go! After saying that, he grabbed D's injured right arm with his backhand, "Save your life." Finish our business! After saying that, he pushed D away, "Let's go." Remember to run out! ”

As they spoke, I entered the two-person compartment and quickly found the plastic bucket, and as I poured oil on the packed, gunshots rang out again.

I quickly ran out of fuel, threw away the plastic bucket in my hand and quickly exited the container. This action immediately attracted the attention of the other party. When they saw me coming out, they immediately fired a heavy shot at the exit of the container. This made me a little flustered for a while, and I accidentally fell off the box and fell heavily to the ground. Fortunately, there was nothing major except for the pain, so he immediately crawled to the back of the carriage.

Behind the car, tall and lanky Hans was hiding on the side of the cargo box and shooting at each other, while D was standing behind him. At this point, Hans could no longer stand on his own, and he could only rely on the cargo box next to him to help support his body.

"Take him with you. Damn it, let's go! The tall, thin Hans looked at me and shouted.

I didn't say much, but now Hans is undoubtedly the right one. This is evident from Hans's state at the moment. He was actually dead, and the bullet should have pierced his internal organs, as evidenced by the fact that he continued to bleed profusely. After that, it is impossible to ask the other party and let him get treatment quickly, which means that if you take him, not only will you not be able to save him, but you will also drag us down together, so that none of us can escape.

So I pulled D over and dragged him hard into the woods, "Go!" He's right! ”

The tall and thin Hans glanced at us after a few shots, and after squeezing out a smile, he turned sideways with the lighter and threw the lighter through the car door, and just as he retracted, the bullet hit him again, and he was shot in the leg and right arm, and the whole person fell to the side of the car.

"Felik!" D yelled at him. He tried to run back again, but I grabbed him and continued to run into the woods, "He's done!" He's finished! He's covering us, don't waste the opportunity he's given us! Follow me, keep walking! I shouted loudly as I continued to drag D back into the woods, and I looked back at Hans, who struggled to get up from the ground again, waved his hand at us with great difficulty to signal him to continue running, and then leaned against the side of the car, picked up the gun with his left hand, and continued to shoot at the other man.

I dragged D into the woods with all my might. After a while, a flame broke out in the truck bed, and it soon grew bigger and bigger. The truck and Hans quickly disappeared from view, but the gunfire did not stop immediately, and Hans still resisted, although the frequency of the fire became slower and slower, but it still lasted for about three minutes before it completely stopped.

D and I didn't stop, not only did we not stop, but we ran faster and faster. Because D didn't look back and didn't hesitate any longer. Although he was panting as he ran, and I knew he was very tired, I noticed that his face was clearly stained with tears, but his expression was resolute, and his eyes were filled with not only the desire to survive but also the flames of revenge.

Ask for fat. Seeking Fat !!!

(End of chapter)