There were still sporadic gunshots on the streets, but they didn't pose much danger to Xiao Hongjun and his son. Father and son shuttled through the alleys with guns in hand, trying to break south to the south.

"Bang!"

"Da Da Da ......"

“……”

The gunfire was sparse, there were gunshots fired by militants, and there were also gunshots shot by Xiao Hongjun's father and son.

"Rest!" Xiao Hongjun made a sound, burrowed behind a remnant wall with dead ends on three sides, and sat down to gasp for breath.

Xiao Hongjun was indeed exhausted, and his body was no longer the same as it was thirty years ago. Years of alcoholism have made a mess of his body, and it is indeed unbearable to engage in this kind of battle suddenly.

Xiao Yuanchao looked at his father, guarded the only side that could be attacked, groped out a wine jug from his body, and waved it to Xiao Hongjun.

This is the last pot of liquor, and Xiao Yuanchao has never been willing to drink it.

"It's ...... Wine ......" took the wine jug, Xiao Hongjun was stunned for a moment.

"You can drink it, but you have to drink it less." Xiao Yuanchao said to Xiao Hongjun while staring at the surrounding environment.

Xiao Hongjun didn't speak, unscrewed the wine jug and took a sip of wine slowly, closing his eyes and enjoying the feeling of alcohol in his stomach. He couldn't remember how long he hadn't drunk, and he hadn't drunk since his son told him not to let him drink.

"It's not that you won't be allowed to drink, it's just that you have to." Xiao Yuanchao, who had his back to his father, said softly: "It's okay to get drunk once in a while, but people can't always live in the shadows of the past." ”

This is a son-to-father conversation, and it seems to be the first conversation in the strict sense of the word. Because Xiao Yuanchao never had the right to talk to Xiao Hongjun before, and on this occasion, he had the right to talk.

When Xiao Yuanchao experienced more and more things, he began to be able to understand his father's daily alcoholism. Sometimes you have to numb yourself with alcohol, and living sober is happiness for many people, but it is lingering pain for many people.

In this world, some people choose to be sober, and some people choose to be muddy. Everyone has their own story, everyone has different experiences, and the only thing in common is that they are all alive, and the difference is how they live.

"I have a mental problem." Xiao Hongjun took a sip of liquor, pointed to his head and said to Xiao Yuanchao: "I always see your brothers, they always talk to me, I ......"

Xiao Hongjun looked bitter, he lowered his head, covered his cheek with his left hand, and sniffed.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

“……”

Suddenly there was a violent explosion from the east, and this explosion was not an ordinary explosion, but the sound produced by the explosion of a real shell.

In an instant, Xiao Yuan looked towards the east, and clearly saw a raging fire coming out of the middle of a building, and it was blasted out of a hole.

"U.S. military!" Xiao Yuanchao blurted out.

Here, it is absolutely impossible for anyone else to have such heavy weapons except the US military.

"Boom! Rumble! Rumble! ……”

The explosions of shells falling to the ground sounded one after another, and this was the beginning of the attack of the American army on the militants!

"Let's go!" Xiao Yuanchao's eyes narrowed fiercely.

Based on the landing point of the shells, it is completely possible to judge that the American troops are not far from their position!

They can deal with militants, but not with well-trained US troops. Once it is encircled by the tactical encirclement of the US military, it will really be difficult to move an inch.

The father and son moved quickly down the alley, preparing to cross the street to the west, and then forward, far out of the range that the U.S. forces were about to control.

But just as they crossed the alley and entered the street, an American armored car rumbled over. The moment the American soldiers following behind the armored car saw them, they immediately organized a tactical formation.

The barrel of the armored car began to move slowly, locking on the father and son who were standing in the middle of the street.

"Run!" Xiao Yuanchao yelled, pointed to the alley on the side, and used his body to block the moving cannon chamber.

Although it didn't work at all, his subconscious thinking made him do this: use his body to shield his father from the greatest danger.

Xiao Hongjun didn't run, he took a step forward and upward, blocking in front of his son, facing the black hole in the barrel.

If Xiao Hongjun ran just now, he could definitely escape. But instead of running, he chose to stand with his son.

It will be fleeting and will never come back.

"Surrender." Xiao Yuanchao said.

"Surrender?!" Xiao Hongjun turned his head sharply and stared at his son, with anger in his eyes.

He has never surrendered yet, because there is no habit of surrendering!

"I have a way." Xiao Yuanchao met his father's eyes and whispered: "If you don't want to be taken away by the U.S. military, if you want your last son to live well, then do it according to my method." ”

As soon as the words fell, Xiao Hongjun immediately threw down the rifle in his hand and raised his hands high.

Xiao Yuanchao also threw away the gun in his hand, raised his hands high, and stood side by side with Xiao Hongjun.

"Boom ......"

The armored vehicle drove over the ground and stopped fifty meters away, the breech of the gun locked.

Ten U.S. soldiers moved over with guns in a standard defensive diffusion formation, holding the father and son firmly in the middle of the street.

"When I tell you to get down, get down immediately!" Xiao Yuanchao told his father.

"Good!" Xiao Hongjun glanced deeply at his son.

He saw in his son's eyes the calmness of a deep lake, and the calmness of ten thousand years of ice. Xiao Hongjun suddenly found that his son had really grown up and had exceeded his imagination.

"Kick the gun, and the Nepalese saber, the Desert Eagle, and the Triangular Thorn on you, quick! Fast! Fast! ”

An American soldier shouted at Xiao Yuanchao and waved his hand to disarm his weapon.

When Xiao Yuanchao slaughtered like a demon in the north of Basra, these American soldiers saw clearly in their eyes and knew very well what equipment they were wearing: a desert eagle, a Nepalese saber, and a triangular military thorn.

In the face of this terrifying guy, there must be no slackness.

Xiao Yuanchao began to disarm his equipment, first kicked the rifle far away, then pulled out two sabers and threw them ten meters in front of him, and finally took out the Desert Eagle and threw it at his feet, kicking it out heavily.

Seeing Xiao Yuanchao disarmed, ten American soldiers began to shrink, forming two rings and encircling them at a distance of ten meters.

"And your exoskeleton! Take it off now! Don't throw, put it down gently! The U.S. soldier gave another command.

Xiao Yuanchao's eyes showed a smile that was difficult to catch, and his right hand reached for Tao Tao's disarming device, looking at the majestic armored car.