Yang Xiaolin jumped out of the window, and rushed towards Nyerere's car as fast as he could. The bullets crackled around him, and the flying rubble collapsed on his body from time to time, but at this time he couldn't care about it, and just ran desperately. As soon as Nyerere hit the steering wheel, the car leaned over to Yang Xiaolin, and Yang Xiaolin didn't wait to open the door, and jumped in through the window!

He heard the British officer outside roaring: "Shoot! Don't let them run! ”

The bullets around kept coming towards the car, and at this time you could see the difference between the Qing soldiers and the foreign soldiers, most of the foreign soldiers aimed at the tires, while the Qing soldiers were a bit amateurish, and they almost all hit the bullets on the body of the car.

The penetrating power of rifles in this era is destined to have little effect on them, Yang Xiaolin was lying on the back seat of the car, feeling that his abdomen was a little wet, and he reached out and touched it, but felt the blood on his hand.

When I lifted my clothes, I saw that my belly had been pierced by a bullet at some point, so I rubbed a little next to my navel, went in from the left, and came out from the right. Yang Xiaolin didn't know if he had hurt his intestines, so he tore a strip of cloth from his underwear and bandaged the wound.

Nyerere's skills are clearly excellent, and he drives the car in an S-shape to protect the tyres as much as possible. He also saw Yang Xiaolin's situation, and took the time to ask, "How is it?" You okay? ”

Yang Xiaolin bandaged the wound, and he couldn't care about him if he had something at this time: "It's okay, I can't die." ”

A heavy machine gun was also set up in the back of the car, Yang Xiaolin didn't wait for them to say anything, climbed from the back seat to the position of the machine gun, saw that the bullets were good, pulled the trigger and fired towards the pursuers behind.

Nyerere stepped on the accelerator to the end: "Reg, increase the firepower, we are going to storm the city gate!" ”

Originally, in order not to arouse Yang Xiaolin's suspicion, the Qing army opened the city gate, but at this time, there was a sudden change, and the Qing army in ambush at the city gate wanted to close the door again while shooting at the car. However, Reg was clearly a good machine gunner, and although Nyerere's car was swaying from side to side, most of the bullets in his chamber were under the city gates.

Those Qing troops who wanted to close the door suffered heavy casualties for a while, and those who were lucky enough to be alive suddenly scattered and fled. The soldiers of the Qing Dynasty did not have the belief that they would die, they did not work for the imperial court, and naturally they would not work for the foreign lords.

It was only a distance of more than a hundred meters from here to the city gate, and taking advantage of the chaos of the Qing army, Nyerere accelerated, and although the British officer behind him roared, he could not stop the car from passing under the city gate!

The officer followed the exhaust of the car and ran under the city gate, unable to run any longer, and in vain picked up his pistol and fired several shots at the car. Movies often show how some lone heroes calmly raise their guns to aim in the face of the rushing car, and then shoot the car a few times and either explode or stop in front of the hero, but that's the movie.

This British officer obviously didn't have the skills of those lonely heroes, and after emptying the magazine, he saw Yang Xiaolin waving at him, and threw the pistol to the ground in anger: "Bastard! He ran away like this! ”

Zaifeng also ran over at this time, he obviously did not have the physical fitness of a British officer, the wild run of a few hundred meters had already made Zaifeng panting, his hand waved, he wanted to say something to the British officer, but he found that he was too tired to speak.

The Englishman didn't comfort him, turned his head to look at the Qing soldiers again, and lifted the leader of the team: "Is this the elite of your Qing Dynasty?" ”

Zaifeng didn't explain, and an American officer next to him patted the Englishman on the shoulder: "Don't be angry, if the troops of the Qing Dynasty were really elite, it would be impossible for us to stand here now." ”…,

This was not a reason, but it was enough to explain everything, and the British officers knew that they should not have pinned their hopes on these Qing soldiers at all. also blamed him for being careless, he didn't expect that someone would come to save Yang Xiaolin, let alone that the other party could get a car, so the guards at the city gate didn't take it seriously.

He waved his arm vigorously: "What's the matter with those two black men?" How did they have cars? ”

The American shrugged his shoulders: "There are only three cars in Beijing, and that car is definitely not from the Qing Dynasty Lafayette, nor is it from your British Embassy." ”

The British officer let out a sigh of relief, and it took a long time for him to say: "Lovely Italian!" ”

Reg sat in the co-pilot's seat at this time, smoking the cigarette that Yang Xiaolin handed him: "Yang, how is it?" Didn't expect us to come to your rescue? Nyerere had already guessed that you couldn't leave. ”

Yang Xiaolin was really moved, not that they saved themselves, but because they were willing to come back at this time, which in itself made Yang Xiaolin very moved! He punched Nyerere's arm: "I now know that God is black. ”

Seeing from the reversing mirror, Nyerere smiled, and he showed a mouthful of white teeth: "Don't say that, I've been a mercenary for ten years, and I've never given up on my brother, Yang, when you let us go first, I treated you as a brother." ”

Yang Xiaolin didn't say any more words of thanks, some people help you must say to him xiexie, say that he is embarrassed, but people like Nyerere, besides, are a little stingy.

"We're not safe yet, at least we have to run out of the range of the direct subordinates. What do you plan to do in the future? ”

Reg immediately answered: "I plan to go back to Ethiopia, which is my hometown, and now that I have money, I will go back home and change my name, and then take my parents to Europe to live a good life." ”

Yang Xiaolin stretched out a hand at Rege: "Congratulations." ”

Reg shook hands with him: "By the way, Yang fights ghosts, what are you going to do in the future?" Will you continue to be your bandit? ”

Yang Xiaolin said with a smile: "I don't want to, but I can't help it, I want to fight with the Russians and the Manchu court when I go back, they have prepared sixty or seventy thousand horses, maybe more." ”

Nyerere glanced at Yang Xiaolin from the rearview mirror: "How many people do you have?" ”

"Less than two thousand."

Nyerere was visibly surprised: "You kid is in trouble. ”

Yang Xiaolin patted him: "What about you, do you have any place to go?" ”

Nyerere was silent for a while, and then said with some sadness: "I never wanted to be a mercenary, but my family is dead, and now that my brothers are really separated, I am still a little uncomfortable, and I don't know what I should do." ”

Yang Xiaolin said: "Why don't you go to Yulun Mountain with me." ”

Nyerere smiled: "It's okay, I want to see how you use two thousand people to fight with tens of thousands of people." ”

Reg was obviously a little surprised by Nyerere's decision: "Nyerere, you can go to me, my home is your home, and my parents will treat you like me." ”

Nyerere took out a wad of bills from his bosom and stuffed it to Regg: "Forget it, you take the money and go, I'm used to hearing gunshots, and I'll remember your brother." ”

After saying that, Nyerere stopped the car and shook his head at Regg: "Get out of the car, we don't need your help." ”

Reg was stunned for a moment, opened the car door and walked down: "Take care of Nyerere." ”

Nyerere nodded at him. Rege's head turned to Yang Xiaolin again: "Yang Fighting Ghost, it's nice to meet you, remember that you owe me a life, maybe I will come to you one day to collect debts." ”

Yang Xiaolin waved his hand: "As long as I am alive, you can come to me at any time, I am willing to help you do anything." ”

What he said was a bit of a big deal, because Yang Xiaolin felt that there should be no more opportunities to meet Lege Zaijian in the future. Neither of them imagined that more than ten years later, when Reg came to China as a representative of the African resistance group to seek support, Yang Xiaolin would have to pay for today's promise. (Ask for recommendations, ask for clicks!) ）