Seeing an ambulance whizzing towards from afar, Zhan Xia Ge glanced at the wounded all over the ground, if he really waited in line, he really didn't know when it would be his turn to send Yajie'er to the hospital. Zhan Xia Ge gritted his teeth and picked up Yajie'er, and rushed towards the ambulance.

"Squeak......

The ambulance driver stepped on the car to the bottom, and the car made a four- or five-meter-long mark on the ground before it stopped on the ground. The driver wiped the cold sweat oozing from his forehead, and yelled at the daredevil, who suddenly rushed out: "You don't want to die? ”

A doctor and two nurses jumped out of the ambulance, and they saw Yajie'er lying in the arms of the warrior song, and they ran towards the warrior song together. Looking at Yajie'er, who was obediently lying in the crook of her arm, trying to calm herself down and breathing slowly, Zhan Xia Ge's heart finally let out a long breath...... With Yajie'er's most rigorously trained body and strong will to survive, she will definitely be able to sustain it.

Before the relieved smile could rise from the face of the warrior song, it turned into absolute shock, and the warrior song suddenly hissed and shouted, "Don't......!!! ”

At the same time, a man who rushed out of the street shop had already picked up the AK automatic rifle in his hand.

"Da Da Da ......"

The familiar sound of the AK47 automatic rifle, which has the most circulation in the international arms market due to its strong suppressive firepower and simple structure and easy repair, suddenly rose in the sky over the beautiful metropolis of Ayadam. The doctor and the two nurses with stretchers in their hands looked in disbelief at their bodies that had been beaten into honeycomb shapes by AK automatic rifles in an instant, and at the gorgeous blood flowers that quickly bloomed on their white overalls, and their eyes lit up with pain and despair at the same time.

Zhan Xia Ge quickly rolled on the ground with Ya Jie'er in his arms, bullets whizzing over their heads, and the hot blood splattered from the three medical staff spilled on Zhan Xia Ge and Ya Jie'er. What made Zhan Xia Ge's heart sink to the bottom in an instant was that although he tried his best to protect Ya Jie'er in his arms, such a high-intensity military dodge action still inevitably touched Ya Jie'er's wound, and she suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood in Zhan Xia Ge's arms.

"Da Da Da ......"

"Da Da Da ......"

When Zhan Xia Ge rolled to a safe corner of the street with Yajie'er in his arms, at least three AK rifles were shooting, the ambulance with the red cross logo, several policemen who ran over to save the wounded, and seven or eight residents who were constantly shuttling there with buckets and fire extinguishers in their hands, in the face of this sudden blow, their bodies were shaking violently in a rain of bullets. Shards of glass, large expanses of blood, and painful howls rose from their bodies at the same time.

"Boom!"

Someone threw the lit gasoline bottle into the shop on the side of the street, and the owner of the shop ran out of it screaming, but he was greeted by a knife that was more than four feet long, more than half a foot wide, and weighed more than 20 feet.

The coachman, who was riding a tricycle and finally recruited a group of guests, suddenly took out an automatic weapon with a sawn handle from under the tricycle, first showed a big smile at the two stunned guests, and then raised the weapon in his hand regardless of the three-seven-twenty-one, and there was a series of crazy strafing shots in the air.

Looking at the butchers who killed the unarmed pedestrians and tourists who had no offensive ability, at the fanatics who were shooting wildly at the sky with automatic weapons in their hands, wasting a large number of bullets into the air without hesitation, and at the terrorists who were clutching burning gasoline bottles and smashing them everywhere in the shops, Zhan Xia Ge's eyes widened, and he shouted wildly in his heart: "Damn, what's wrong with this country?" ”

In just a few minutes, a beautiful, romantic metropolis with a signature smile on every tourist, a country that supports its economic lifeline with tourism, has become a crazy, hysterical world. The people who were kind just now all picked up the weapons they had prepared a long time ago, and the friends who were talking and laughing together just now became enemies who sacrificed their lives and fought to the death.

It wasn't a random incident, as waves of people rushed into the streets, and triangular battle flags were held high over the top amid the frenzied gunfire. On each banner, there is a depiction of an angry lion with a sharp sword in his hand and a roaring head. Originally, what they held up in their hands was just a lifeless banner, but that kind of fangs and claws, that kind of roaring posture, made Zhan Xia Ge's heart involuntarily swell with a chill.

These crowds of people who rushed into the streets gathered and grew, and finally formed a most terrible torrent. They were rampage through the streets, constantly joining this crazy team with weapons in hand, and others running away as soon as they saw the team. But who in this world can run faster than a bullet fired from an automatic rifle?

In the cheerful relaxation and contraction of the AK rifle gun spring, the bullet casings then flipped their heels in the air, pulling out graceful arcs, and what turned out was the blood and lives of those who fled in confusion. There were people lying in pools of blood, and groups of people were running wildly through the streets while cheering. They slammed sticks and rocks at every car in the street, and they looked like a pack of crazy beasts that had finally taken over the human realm and began to bounce and scream and roar to enjoy their fruits.

Zhan Xia Ge didn't know how these crazy, no longer had any human surnames, how to distinguish between the same kind and prey, and Zhan Xia Ge couldn't understand what the crazy shouts in their mouths and finally converged into a kind of historical torrent of words represented. However, I have been participating in the anti-terrorist war and have seen a lot of terrorist activities, but I clearly know that this is a premeditated riot with narrow nationalism as the flashpoint!

The most surprising thing for Zhan Xia Ge was that more than seventy percent of the members of this large number of murderous thugs in front of him were women!

It was this mob, mostly women, who pulled out the well-dressed people in the car and punched and kicked them, and those dignified five-foot men, in the face of such a group of women with weapons in their hands, they could only obediently squat on the ground and protect their heads with their own hands. When the flow of people finally flowed, the only ones who remained in place were a few men who were lying in a pool of blood and moaning, finally leaving a breath of air.

It was this group of women who threw the gasoline bottles one by one into the shops facing the street, and clouds of smoke mixed with red flames continued to rise from those shops, and soon the whole street was covered with a layer of smoke with the smell of burnt rubber. At this time, the streets of the entire city seemed to be immersed in flames and smoke. At this time, this beautiful city has completely become a purgatory on earth!

Everywhere on the city streets, you can see cars that collide with each other or crash into the wall out of control, and these cars are certainly not immune, and the flames are constantly rolling in the cars. Next to these cars, which were destined to become a layer of black iron shells, the pile of rotten flesh that had almost been torn to pieces and finally retained a breath of rotten flesh was the owner of these cars.

"Tick...... Backbite...... Bang! Bang! Bang! ”

The shrill sound of car horns and the gunfire of self-defense pistols rang out at the same time in a certain part of the street, and in the city of Ayadam, most of the police officers have to use their own two legs or bicycles to patrol and carry out their duties, and there are really not many people who are qualified to drive police cars. The police officer in the police car, while frantically honking the horn, took out his self-defense pistol and fired it into the sky, hoping to break out a way for himself.

But at this time, in the face of a crowd that has gone completely crazy, a car and a small self-defense pistol, what is it?

In the frantic shouting, wave after wave of people rushed over, and hundreds of people rushed up, completely squeezing the police car into the crowd. In the sound of "bang" and "bang", dozens of bricks and stones smashed into the car together, and in half a minute, all the glass of the police car was smashed into pieces, and the car became even more potholed. More than a dozen steel pipes were forced into the wheels of the police car, and four wheels were stuck.

A man who was more than 210 centimeters tall, tall and tall, with an aura like a male bear in heat, jumped into the police car, stood on the roof of the car and raised the steel pipe in his hand, and smashed the car like crazy. The policeman sitting in the car was obviously frightened, and he didn't dare to resist at all, so he could only sit in the driver's seat of the car, helplessly covering his head with his own hands, blocking the bricks and stones that were still being thrown at him.

The thug stood on the roof of the police car and slammed it with all his might, and after more than 20 blows, he shook off the bent steel pipe, pulled out a triangular battle flag embroidered with an angry lion from his arms, and suddenly let out a beastly howl. The thugs surrounding the police cars went crazy, shouting wildly as they raised their weapons and battle flags embroidered with fierce lions. At this time, everyone looked at the thug standing in the police car, looking at the battle flag held high above the top in his hand, and everyone's eyes showed a light of absolute fanaticism and absolute respect.

The thug held the angry lion flag in his hand, jumped out of the car, and in a wave of crazy shouts, he opened the door of the police car, which had already been smashed, and reached out like a chicken, and took out the poor worm who had already been frightened, and who was supposed to be a sheriff.

The sheriff had already been bruised and swollen by the bricks and stones that had been thrown at the beginning, but this could not hide his pale face, and he looked at the thugs around him who had no last name to speak of, and his eyes could not help but show a look of despair and confusion. Until this time, he didn't understand why he was fine just now, and now he fell into this situation. By this time, the sheriff had given up on resistance completely, and he allowed the thug with his right hand and the angry lion banner to snatch the pistol from his hand to defend himself.

The thug placed the Angry Lion Banner over the sheriff's head, and he raised the self-defense pistol he had just snatched from the sheriff and aimed it at the sheriff's forehead.

"Bang!"

A flame more than half a foot long erupted from the barrel of the self-defense pistol, and the sergeant's body trembled violently, his eyes suddenly bulged outward, and his body fell straight to the ground like a sack that had been put down. His body lay on the cold floor, blood and brain mixed together as fluid rolled out of his bullet-pierced forehead.

Even if he died, the sheriff didn't close his eyes, and two big tears slowly flowed out of his eyes, which no longer had any emotion. However, in an instant, his tears and his body were trampled by countless pairs of big feet, and when the torrent of this group of crazy thugs finally swept through, all that was left was a rotten body that could no longer see the slightest human appearance.

All the people were running around with their heads in their hands, some honest people, all hiding in their own homes and shivering in the hope that the storm would pass sooner, and Zhan Xia Ge and Ya Jie'er worked together to save the children from the car, but they could only shrink up on a corner of the street and cry loudly, their teacher had not had time to get out of the car and had already been killed.

And those Chinese tourists who were lucky enough not to be killed in the explosion by the Chinese tour group, at this time, finally understood what it means to call the heavens and the earth to be ineffective. When they looked around for a guide, hoping that the tour guide would arrange a safe way out for them and guide them to a relatively safe location, they found that one of the two tour guides had not come out of the wreckage of the luxury coach, and the other had clearly been frightened. She was cowered in the corner, like a frightened kitten who couldn't find its owner, and she just kept crying.

In this worst environment, in this crazy and perverted world, the calmest and most perverted are still Zhan Xia Ge and Yajie'er.

In the face of a surging flow of people and bullets flying everywhere, Zhan Xia Ge was able to rush into the battered ambulance and find a first-aid kit. He kicked open a tightly closed shop, rushed in front of the bloodless shopkeeper, and placed Yajie'er on a table. Zhan Xia Ge glanced at the compatriots who only knew how to hide in the corner and shiver in the corner and the group of children, and shouted: "What are you still doing in a daze, come in quickly!" ”

A group of Chinese tourists, who were inadvertently involved in a riot, stumbled into the relatively safe shop, Zhan Xia Ge looked at the group of children who didn't understand what they were saying at all, just shrunk into a ball and hid in the corner and cried loudly, frowned, stretched out his big hand to pull up the tour guide, and pointed at her tear-stained face, anyway, it was seven or eight heavy slaps. The slaps of the warrior song made the ears of the tour guide lady buzz, and the Venus in front of her danced around, and she forgot about her fear for a while. Zhan Xia Ge pointed at the group of children and shouted, "Tell them to follow us and hide in the shop on the street immediately!" ”

Dozens of refugees, large and small, poured into the small shop, almost filling it out. Zhan Xia Ge opened the emergency box that he risked his life and found in the ambulance, and took out a bottle of medical alcohol with a concentration of 75 degrees from it, and after disinfecting his hands, Zhan Xia Ge sent a roll of hemostatic bandage to Ya Jie'er's mouth, but Ya Jieer shook her head.

Half a bottle of medical alcohol was poured on Yajie'er's pierced wounds, Yajie'er clenched her fists in pain, and the sound of "crackling horn" bone joints burst from her fists, and sweat the size of beans oozed out of her forehead. But in this case, Yajie'er turned her head to meet the eyes of Zhan Xia Ge, but she was still smiling.

This woman's nerves are simply made of steel wire!

After using a sterilized cotton towel to help Yajieer treat the wound on her back, Zhan Xia Ge picked up a medical sewing needle and thread, and there was an eye to stitch up the wound on Yajieer's back little by little.

Looking at the war hero song who was healing his lover, both the Chinese tourists and those elementary school students who were only a few years old were stunned. They really didn't understand why Zhan Xia Ge could still be so calm in this situation, he just used skillful and steady movements to keep stitching up the wound on Yajie'er's back. A stray bullet flew past him and hit the opposite wall hard, splashing a large cloud of white ash, and Zhan Xia Ge's hand did not tremble.

"Hoo ......"

In the midst of everyone's exclamations, a gasoline cocktail with a white cloth wrapped around the mouth and flames rolled and was thrown into the store. Zhan Xia Ge, who was stitching up Yajie'er's wound, stretched out his left hand and copied the Molotov cocktail, and with a flick of the thumb of his left hand, he popped out the strip of cloth that was still burning on the Molotov cocktail, bent down slightly, and put the incendiary bottle that was no longer lethal at his feet. Then he grabbed a sterilized scalpel, gently chopped it, and picked up a small piece of steel from Yajieer's body, and then spread a piece of sterilized cotton yarn on it.

"Hoo ......"

"Hoo ......"

It may be that he is dissatisfied with the Molotov cocktails thrown in front of him that have no effect, or maybe he likes to see dozens of people crowded in a shop running out with fire, and that spectacular sight has two Molotov cocktails thrown in. Warrior Song frowned slightly, still holding the scalpel in his right hand, and picked up a second fragment on Yajie'er's back, but his left hand took turns catching the two Molotov cocktails with dizzying movements, and then threw them out of the shop.

(To be continued)