At this point, Doolin was faced with two choices.

Option one, he hid in the carriage and did not go out, and the other party did not know how many people stood outside the carriage with guns, and then they would slowly open the carriage and fire at the same time, Durin would be hit by a dozen or more bullets, and after hitting the inhuman form, it would become the "feed" used by some animals in the wild to store fat for the winter!

Option 2, while the other party is not ready to "meet" them, immediately rush out, with the help of the door made of steel plates in the carriage, temporarily resist for a while. Maybe the final outcome may not change much from the outcome of Choice One, but it is possible to survive.

Without further consideration, Durin kicked the car open, and after a dull thud, the door popped back. He grabbed the door and immediately pulled the trigger on the nearest guy next to the car. The bullet easily pierced his neck, tearing through a large area of flesh and flying out from the other side, taking with it a large amount of blood.

People always say that people are monkeys, and sometimes it is possible, when the two chickens "died" on the side of the carriage door, the other gunners who had already bypassed immediately began to retreat and retreat. In fact, they rushed over together at this time, whether it was Du Lin, Du Buddha, or the other three people, there was no chance that they would be spared. There will definitely be people who will have to sacrifice in the process, but it seems that everyone doesn't want to be the one who sacrifices, so they choose to retreat at the same time.

They came by car, and there were four cars at once, so no wonder the hapless guy in the cab thought it was a big scene, and of course he got what he wanted—two of the greatest things in life, birth, and death!

There were two guns on the ground, and there were thirteen or fourteen people on the opposite side, and the dense firepower made Durin and they didn't even dare to show their feet, and the two sides seemed to be deadlocked, no one could help anyone, and no one was willing to go out to die, an awkward balance.

A kilometre away, five children were walking back in frustration, having waited all afternoon for someone they were waiting for. Savi flipped the heavy backpack on his back with a crisp thud. Inside were wine bottles, bottles filled with fire oil. Half a year ago, he may not even have the money to buy a bottle, but since Dufo became the leader of the association, he has not only been able to give a large amount of money every month to support his family, but also been able to give his younger siblings some pocket money to buy what they like.

The bottle, and the oil in it, consumed nearly eighty percent of Savi's pocket money, and his current "savings" shrank by more than half. But he didn't regret it, he only regretted that he might have chosen a wrong path, no matter how he calculated that the other party should have arrived, but he hadn't found anyone yet. If it wasn't for the delay of the escort car, they went the other way.

This frustrates Savi, who plans to put on a good show in front of Durin and his brother Dufo. The bottles in his backpack were all plugged with rags scavenged from the garbage heap, and all he had to do was light the strips of cloth soaked in fire oil and throw them out to turn them into a giant incendiary bomb. It's the best thing to use against those bulky escort cars. It's just that Savi seems to have forgotten that if he ignited the escort car with these incendiary bombs, the two escorts would have to leave the cab due to the burning and high temperature, but the temperature would also affect the people in the car.

"I knew we should choose the other one!", a teenager named Drott complained, "we walked all morning to get here, and then we had to go home in the evening, and yet we didn't do anything today, except the cold wind that blew all day!" , He tightened his clothes, it was not a comfortable thing to blow the cold wind in the wilderness, but fortunately, although they were young, they also knew some skills for survival in the wild, and built a temporary grass nest with dry grass to avoid the cold wind, perhaps this is the survival skill that all children from poor families will have.

Savi's inner turmoil was on his ugly face, and he glanced at Drott and continued on his way without saying a word, thanking God that it had not snowed, otherwise they would have had a harder time.

After walking for about two minutes, Savi suddenly stopped, and so did his friends.

"Do you hear me, what's the sound!", Savi tilted his head and used his ears to meet the cold wind, as well as the slight gunfire in the cold wind, he made a silent movement, his eyes became bigger and bigger, and he couldn't help but get excited, "It's gunshots, that's right, it's definitely gunshots, we didn't choose the wrong path, now Durin and Dover need us!", his eyes showed a kind of yearning and perseverance, it seemed that becoming a person like Doolin and Dover was his lifelong pursuit.

The other friends also nodded, and the dense gunfire was not very clear in the wind, but it could definitely be heard. They immediately ran out of the road into the wilderness, draped the dead grass over their bodies, and ran forward as fast as they could. Children in childhood do not have as much to learn as the children of rich families, they are deprived of the right to go to school by poverty, but they get the innocence and joy that the children of the rich do not experience.

For example, peek-a-boo is a very popular and fun way to play. In the dense alleys, among the densely vegetated woods in the suburbs, they are the places where they "have fun" and learn how to make themselves look more integrated with the environment.

The gunfire became clearer and clearer, and after climbing over a small dirt slope, a group of guys in overcoats and hats could be clearly seen facing them. Savi raised his hand and pressed it, and the friends immediately lowered their figures, and the withered grass on their bodies camouflaged their appearance well, allowing them to merge with the surrounding "grass waves" like solidification. They bent down and slowly approached the group, only about a dozen meters away.

The group of people was concentrating on exchanging fire with their target hiding behind the escort car, how could they have thought that a few small dots had already appeared beside them?

"These people...... Is it his own man, or is it an enemy?", Drott scratched his head, but Savi was very sure.

"Don't think about it, these are bad people. He glanced at the cab of the escort car, which was red with blood, and his mind immediately turned, and he immediately came up with a standard answer. He took off his backpack and gave the homemade incendiary bombs contained in it to his friends, two for each person, "Throw them in the car, don't throw them under their feet." Look at my movements, when I lose it, let's throw it together!"

He let everyone stand a little more scattered, and then moved a little closer to the main road, and then lit the strip of cloth on the bottle, his heartbeat was rising rapidly, and the strong feeling of plopping made his body tremble slightly, except for a trace of fear that he didn't want to admit, more excitement. He stood up and threw the incendiary bomb in his hand with all his might, and his friends also threw the bottles full of fire oil in their hands.

Inferior glass bottles have a low price, and of course the quality is not very high, and after these bottles touch something hard, they immediately shatter. The flying oil was ignited by the fire source in an instant, like five huge "flame flowers" blooming.

In an instant, more than half of the men in trench coats were set on fire, but their expected "enemy was buried in the fire" did not happen. Yes, many men in trench coats were soaked in fire oil and ignited, but it was winter, and they wore several clothes, and the flames basically couldn't hurt them when they took off their trench coats. Fortunately, after the first wave passed, there was another wave of hot oil, and this time Savi chose to throw it at the feet of these people.

He didn't know what it meant to disrupt the formation, only that since these people could avoid being ignited by the flames by undressing, they would have no place to stand.

It's a naïve idea, but sometimes it means it works.

It wasn't for the incendiary bombs, but for Doolin and others who were hiding behind the escort car.

Durin had already realized that something else might have happened when he heard the curse, and he waited for about ten seconds, and the moment another round of curses came, he immediately rolled and threw himself on the grass beside the road. No one shot at him, and Dover and the other three rushed into the bushes, and then they saw a group of men in burning suits beating the flames on their pants outside the fire.

Someone is fighting the flames, someone is taking off their pants, and taking off your pants is definitely much slower than taking off your clothes, no matter who comes to help them, in short, now is a great opportunity.

When the gunshots rang out, the men in the suits knew something was wrong. They are also faced with two choices at this time.

Option one, regardless of the flames on their bodies, pick up a pistol and fight back, it is possible that they will be able to complete this mission, but they will definitely be seriously burned by the flames, and even burned to death.

Option 2, regardless of Durin's counterattack, find a place where they can dodge bullets to extinguish the fire on their bodies, and then fight back when they are safe, they may also be shot to death directly.

It's very tangled, they should be in the same mood as Du Lin before at this time, how to choose is a very difficult choice, it means that there is a lot of danger.

Time waits for no one, the gunshots continue to sound, and some people fall down continuously. Someone rushed into the grass on the side of the road on a slightly lower ground and soon had to return to the main road. Under the raging of the relentless winter wind, the wild grass has long been drained, and a spark may ignite a wild grass, let alone such an obvious source of fire? A large area of wild grass began to burn violently under the blowing of the cold wind, forcing those people to run back to the main road.

The gunfire stopped abruptly, and looking at the terrible howls of the remaining burning men, Durin and Dufo looked at each other and breathed a sigh of relief, they wanted to meet the "good Samaritan" who had helped them.