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Chapter XXXVII

With a strange cry of "......", just as I was leading eight cars along the railway, several Mustang fighters suddenly came out of the clouds and bombarded a dozen cars parked behind us.

I couldn't help but glance in the rearview mirror and saw the flames behind me, and the machine-gun bullets on the plane were whizzing in the snow, but the volunteers were still braving bullets and bombing by enemy planes competing to carry food.

Looking at this scene, I couldn't help but feel a burst of pain in my heart, only the volunteers who were extremely difficult to supply could realize that these biscuits and boxes of food were a few lives! That's why they don't hesitate to risk their lives and the bombing of enemy planes to grab food. And at this point, it is much better for the KPA to be able to get supplies from the local people.

After a while, the enemy planes discovered our group of nine "fugitive" cars, and soon separated two of them to follow, and I hurriedly stepped on the accelerator to the end, and the cars roared forward like arrows.

But no matter how fast the car is, it can't be faster than the plane, and I only heard the roar behind me getting louder and louder, and then an ultra-low-flying "Mustang" broke into my rearview mirror. I've never seen such a legendary fighter so closely, but before I could take a closer look at its majesty, the machine guns on its wings "clicked ......". I hurriedly lowered my head, and the window in front of me was clanged, and the falling glass shattered all over my body, and a cold wind poured in and blew me all over.

Fortunately, none of these bullets hit the car, and certainly not mine.

The plane flew past me with a shrill whistling, but before I could breathe a sigh of relief, it spun in the air and came back, clearly targeting me. There is no doubt that this choice was the right one, and who put me in first place? If he blew me up, he would probably stop the entire convoy.

Against the oncoming cold wind, I struggled to open my eyes and stare closely at the "wild horses" that were getting closer and closer on the other side. The moment it got closer, it slammed the steering wheel, and the car slid sideways on the snow with a "squeak...... for some distance, almost rolling out of control into the rice paddies, but finally stabilized on the other side of the road and continued to drive forward.

Almost at the same time, the plane roared over my side, and a bomb fell from the sky. I only heard a "......boom", and the car behind me was blown up and rolled to the side several times.

"Hurry up, hurry up and ......" Although the cold wind blowing in my face was not pleasant, I still stepped on the accelerator hard, and if it continued like this, we couldn't withstand the toss of this plane a few times......

Finally, after a difficult two small turns along the tracks, a tunnel appeared ahead, which was exactly what I wanted, and I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Where there are railroad tracks and mountains, there will inevitably be tunnels, and I don't know how far it will be, but I finally hope for you.

But at this moment, the damn Mustang fighter plane appeared in the rearview mirror again.

The tunnel in front of me was relatively narrow, and I couldn't do the same trick I did last time, so I had to hold the steering wheel tightly and drive forward, and the tragic scenes of people and cars being blown up in my mind flashed in my mind.

Getting closer, getting closer...... When I saw that the fighter plane was about to drop bombs, suddenly it was dark in front of my eyes, and the car finally got into the tunnel without any danger, only to hear a muffled sound outside, and the whole tunnel seemed to tremble, and the stones falling from the top smashed the roof of the car clangling, and I knew with my toes that it was the plane that did a good thing.

I realized that there were no lights in the tunnel after the car drove into the tunnel, but it was right to think that even modern North Korea did not have lights in the tunnel in order to save electricity, let alone during the war years. Fortunately, the light at the exit of the tunnel was like a lighthouse to guide me forward, so that I would not be driving in the dark in this dark tunnel. Otherwise, it is not unjust to be killed by the plane outside, but to be killed in the middle of it!

Stopping near the exit, I jumped out of the car and rubbed my almost frozen hands and face. At this time, the KPA driver also drove in one by one, and I counted six of them. But when I found out that all of these cars had their headlights on, I realized that I was really stupid.

But stupid and stupid, the method of drilling into the tunnel is still passable, now it's up to you to see what your plane can do with us!

But then the accident happened again, I saw a "mustang" rushing straight into the tunnel with a terrifying whistling, and when it entered the hole, it suddenly dropped a bomb and climbed rapidly, and I watched the bomb fly towards the mouth of the tunnel with inertia......

Depend on! This Yankee pilot, the bomb throwing level is too good!

With a bang, a flame burst from the mouth of the tunnel and rushed into the tunnel, followed by another explosion, and the last car exploded. Under these two violent explosions, the earth and rocks on the tunnel collapsed like dominoes, and I turned around and ran without saying a word, and the collapsed tunnel behind me followed me like a monster about to close its mouth, and I didn't dare to turn back, only to rush to the end of the tunnel with all my might.

I jumped out of the tunnel and the tunnel closed right behind me, splashing and burying me in the bottom half of the earth.

! I almost buried the dog alive, I cursed in my heart, but I lay on the ground for a while and didn't dare to move, waiting for the Yankee's plane to go away, and then I used all my strength to pull my legs out.

Call...... I was able to save another life, but the KPA drivers were not so lucky. I sat on the ground and reached for my deerskin boots, which made me uncomfortable. But suddenly remembering the smell of his feet when he took off his shoes last time, he pinched his nose with one hand, and quickly completed the process of taking off his boots, pouring dirt, and putting them back on his feet with the other, which was no less fast than changing the magazine for a rifle on the battlefield.

When I stood up again, I thought to myself that one day I might be able to use this trick to train new recruits. All I had to do was put a pair of smelly socks in front of them, and whoever changed the magazine as quickly as possible would be the first to throw them away. In this way, I think it won't be long before the recruits will change magazines at a qualitative leap!