"Holyshi-t-We're out of the city gates, Old Yang, what's going on over there? Sounds good. Wu Ran, who connected to the radio channel on the side of the warehouse, heard the roar of the crazy state as soon as he turned on the headphones, and he had to subconsciously complain back.

"Caught up?" The crisp sound of the shotgun loading reached Wu Ran's ears earlier than Yang Kuguan's voice, "The big sheriff is here, go to the east to contain the rout, I'm here to block it!" Shame on the enemy, I will take off his clothes......"

He was shouting loudly, when a mage in the opposite formation seemed to have lost his mind, abandoned his staff and ran towards him with a short knife in his hand. Yang Kuguan didn't care about the words before he finished speaking, he shouted and changed his gestures, and smashed the solid butt of the 1897 shotgun into the head of the mage holding the short knife.

The sound was no less loud than the sound of a shotgun, and the golden hammer opened and the melons were all over the ground—this one stunned the retreating warriors of the Twin Moon Church on the other side. They thought that this guy would only use the magic trolls on his waist to name them one by one, but they didn't expect that now they would even have the upper hand in melee combat...... Well, it's time to run. It's true that being hit by a shotgun and being covered in light is an ugly death, but this is not a decent death like being smashed open by the butt of a gun.

After knocking down the deadly mage with the butt of his gun, Yang Kuguan, a fearless warrior who was already in a super-excited state, became even more arrogant. After he had filled the five shotguns, almost the entire Elta Army and the Twin Moon Church Army in the warehouse could hear the shout of "Who else?" MD, and- there is- who?! ”

"This guy is completely insane. Oh. Wu Ran sat in the co-pilot of the battery car, and shook his head when he thought of the scene of Yang Kuguan and his 1897 deer hunting. Corporal, please hurry up on the road ahead, please. ”

The Celta Army corporal driver, who didn't answer the headphones, looked confused: "Sir, if you drive slowly, Mr. Treasuryman will be in danger?" ”

"Nope." Wu Ran looked at the soldiers in the car behind him who were also confused, "I'm afraid I won't be able to catch it alive." ”

All kinds of magic, bows, arrows, spears, and even swords and weapons began to be hurled at the fearless warriors by desperate soldiers. However, no matter what they threw and how hard they threw it, anyone with a little common sense could see that if our iron cavalry continued to advance, would these gangsters with mantis arms be able to stop them?

No. General Perrier, from his hair to his dead skin, vetoed all his judgments, but reminded him to escape.

But it was dark in front of him, and all that could be seen was the back of the head and heels of the people before him. Of course, the soldiers in front of them could not see anything except to touch the gaps in the barbed wire with their hands.

It was a moonless night. The lunar cycle of the bilunar planet is two earth months, and there will be a full four days of moonless after entering the moonless night today, which is naturally chosen by Perrier, a suitable date for sneaking from the dark to the light, and coinciding with the day when the liberation turn lands, for their actions are indeed seamless......

But they forgot that they were now going to run, not to sneak attack. The army in the warehouse wanted to retreat, but the section of the road with a gap in front of them was pitch black, and only the north and south roads leading to death were bright.

The desperate blackness was combined with the screams of those in front of them being swept away by the shotguns, and even Perrier was trapped in it - these soldiers of the Bilunar Church may have had enough fish to get vitamin A, but they had lost their night vision during Elta's time, let alone Perrier, who had been willing to eat fish......

"Don't squeeze the people in front! I can't see the road when it's dark! Damn it...... Don't step on me...... It's going to kill you! ”

"Damn, why is it so dark today?"

"Whoever you want, light the way! Quick, who, isn't your lighting magic the best? Use magic to show the way! ”

There were a few magical lights and torches in the crowd, but they were immediately the top priority for the riflemen in ambush in the distance - whoever left these illuminated targets unhit, risked accidentally injuring the storehouse and fired indiscriminately into the darkness.

After a few gunshots, the place returns to darkness, hope and light falter away, and despair and darkness descend with majesty.

Despite wearing the blast suit that would make him a fearless warrior, Yang Kuguan was not stupid enough to engage in hand-to-hand combat with the warriors and mages who retreated in a panic. Fifteen meters, this is the distance at which the hip-firing Model 1897 shotgun can exert the dual advantages of power and coverage, and whenever the retreating samurai in panic hear the screams of their teammates falling to the ground, they will find that the Grim Reaper behind them is not far away, nor close, but firmly maintains the distance between the shadow and their feet.

It's just that every few seconds, someone will fall behind them, or the sight of themselves falling is too terrifying. After Yang Kuguan fired the twenty-first No. 12 shotgun, his eyes became sharp, and he clearly caught someone running south in spite of his life. This was a real decision, because the riflemen in ambush in the south did not leave their posts without permission, but waited for them to send their heads to the door.

"Attention the brothers from the south! Someone's running for their lives! Fuck your guys, beat them up, and don't let a bunny slip by! ”

"Don't listen to your treasury." Wu Ran's heavy voice appeared in the channel at the right time, "The soldiers guarding the gate of the warehouse, you can also go to support the soldiers of the gap in the south, be sure to pay attention to catch one or two alive!" ”

"Understood!"

"I mean, you, the big sheriff, what do you do with these shitty snacks?" Yang Kuguan used his defensive arm to push away the short-handled knife thrown in front of him, and impatiently pulled the trigger on the panicked Double Moon Church soldier in front of him. "They should all be swept into the non-recyclable bin of history! Where is it not easy to mess with, come to the warehouse to have fun? You deserve to die! Hey! The tribal dog still has a shield? Want to slap your Union Dad? Eat Union Daddy a shotgun! ……”

"Who knows if that's all? Besides, do you look like Diao Min these people? I think these are well-trained soldiers! Don't you all say they're tribal dogs...... People? Wu Ran replied to Yang Kuguan's babble angrily, and then added in a low voice, "You alliance dog!" Anyway, I have to catch a live mouth, for the sake of the tribe! ”

In his binoculars, he could already see a heavily armored gunman firing as he clumsily made his way towards the wriggling crowd, and behind him were the corpses of the soldiers and magicians of the Two Moons Church, the blood gushing from the corpses sliding down the slopes on either side of the road, looking like cracked spikes in the distant high ground.

Wu Ran really couldn't bear to continue looking, and after putting down the telescope he was holding in his right hand, he waved his raised hand downward like a knife. In an instant, the searchlights on the battery car once again illuminated the exit that General Perrier had dreamed of as if it were daylight.

However, like the corpses of other soldiers and magicians who fell on the road to survival, Perrier was only a stone's throw away from the two gaps in the barbed wire, but he could no longer touch the air outside the barbed wire.

However, he did not die from the middle power bullet fired in the dark, but died from the stampede between two barbed wires. People have no sense of direction in the dark, so the soldiers who enter the first gap in the barbed wire are still in a state of not being able to find the north, only the soldiers who are squeezed in the middle are the most profitable, as long as they follow the crowd - they will never be squeezed next to the gap in the barbed wire, and can only watch their companions "escape" and be powerless.

Is this the case? Of course not. No soldier heard Perrier's screams anymore, because his lungs had been trampled so well that he could no longer breathe for him to breathe and shout. That's right, leaving a gap in the team that can't keep up with the rhythm of the predecessors, and then being squeezed and pushed by the latecomers who are eager to flee for their lives is the end - after all, no one likes to be the fool who can only face a barbed wire wall in front of him, and there is no way to retreat, clearly remember that the opening of the two barbed wire walls is asymmetrical, and the size is different, of course, they know that they can leave even one arm of space for a free line, but this so-called safe space has become their last life-seeking rope.

"What are you doing, turning on the lights for these hamsters." Yang Cangguan, who had almost used up all the shotguns, looked at the orderly firing trajectory of the infantry squad waiting in front of the bushes in the distance outside the gap, and took out the last plastic-shelled Type 97 anti-personnel bullet from his trouser pocket. He originally saved these military versions of shotguns until the end for a one-to-many or even one-to-dozens decisive battle, and in the previous battles he used the civilian version of the deer bullets, but the more people escaped the further he went, and the military version of the ammunition did not give him more stimulation than the civilian version of the ammunition.

"This damn barbed wire, as well as the street lamps have to be repaired and replaced, and I don't know if there are enough materials in the warehouse......" Now his adrenaline level is gradually subsiding, and fatigue and soreness are hitting his brain little by little, which makes him have to rest on the barbed wire post and listen to the battle report from afar to get the last stimulation.

At this moment, Perrier's fat body moved most inappropriately in front of him—even if it was just a moment, it was also clearly seen by Yang Kuguan.

Maybe it's just a movement of an undead nerve, or maybe it's a natural spasm of the muscles? The intrepid soldier in the blast suit had no way of knowing, but he didn't want to know either, so he loaded the last lethal bullet into the chamber of the gun from the loading window, and fired it at the body that writhed like an electric shock.

The heavens and the earth are pure. Yang Kuguan thought so, and then he went limp and planted his butt on the ground.