The scuffle of pulling out guns without saying a word dragged everyone out of the factory, and the "stay" faction was no exception, and no one had time to chase the forklift that transported space weapons for the time being.

In the forklift truck driving out of the factory area, a car suddenly turned around and went back.

Chixiao slapped the steering wheel to the side of the road, and forced the forklift that turned around to stop on the edge of the steep slope.

"I'm going to save people, get out of the way!" The man slammed on the accelerator, but did not release the brake, and there was a muffled "buzz" in the exhaust pipe, which was a warning.

"There are also means of transportation in the factory, first protect yourself, and then save people. Come on! Chixiao raised his gun and pointed it at the man's eyebrows, forcing him to turn around and return to the team, without giving him the slightest room for negotiation.

The driver glanced at the middle-aged woman in the red car, holding the child and trembling, gritted his teeth angrily, turned the steering wheel, and turned around to follow the convoy.

Outside the factory, before the shootout had passed in just a few minutes, blood was about to flow.

After more than ten minutes of scuffle, the only person who climbed into the loading truck was already seriously injured. In a panic, he clenched his pistol in both hands and shot three more shots at the workers on the ground.

The man who was lying on the ground and suddenly raised his gun at him, his movements froze, and his hands holding the gun fell down, and he lay down and stopped moving.

In the dump bucket of the loading truck, there was a "poof" gunshot, and the man who climbed on the bridge turned over and got out of the car, and did not move.

Through the hazy night, I could vaguely see the thin figure lying on her back in the dump of the loading truck - the little girl who was the first to rush to the loading truck in the arms of the man in the scuffle.

The night was getting darker, but it couldn't hide the blood stains on half of her mud-stained white dress.

A long trail of blood on the ground stretched from where she and her father had fallen, to the bottom of the dump of the loading truck.

After firing the last laser shot, the pistol slipped and landed on her blood-soaked dress. She folded her hands at her side, leaving no last shred of strength for herself to struggle.

Her eyes gradually softened, looking at the stars above the sky, vaguely recalling the fairy tale of thousands of suns in the vast universe.

She could have hid in a dump truck without shooting or hitchhiking, but she didn't.

No one knows that her life began here and will end here.

This is the penal colony, and she is the child of the exiles.

This is the end that the world gave her.

There are black lights in the factory, and there are many lathes and machines in the workshop, and those who dodge in and grope in the direction of the warehouse can't distinguish between the enemy and the enemy.

In order to save their lives, no one dared to turn on the lights.

Everyone shoots quietly, all by touching......

When you come out of a corner and suddenly bump into someone, you have to shoot them in the face.

Whoever is fast and who lives, this is not a game.

The workshop of several hundred square meters is dark, except for the sound of gunshots from time to time, the muffled snort of the person who was shot, the sound of the killer falling to the ground and hitting the lathe, and you can also see the laser that tears through the darkness if you are not careful.

There are even more outlaws who are suspicious of life, so they simply turn on the lathe - that is a meat grinder. They don't want their own lives, and they don't let others die, forcing the workers who come in later to walk against the wall.

Those who passed through the workshop in advance, some ran to the warehouse to drive, and some cats did "checkpoints" on the road to the warehouse. Come over one, and the "level" raises its hand to be a shot.

This kind of sneak attack while people are unprepared, it is not a problem to put down two or three. If you shoot too often, you will soon reveal your location and become a sniper target for others.

The melee of the factions has reached this point, and it has long become a survival war for grabbing escape resources, who will divide you and me. Those who grab the car have a chance to catch up with the forklift team and get a chance to survive, and the rest are all cannon fodder.

The time from civil strife to scuffle was too short, and it was nightfall, and no one could see whose face except for a few representative figures. Who remembers which one stood in line with the last one to board the battleship?

Importantly, a chance to survive must be obtained. Whether they choose to forgive or not, there will be people who will successfully fish in troubled waters.

There are limited means of transportation in the factory, and who can go is determined by force.

Those who climb on the forklift first may not have a chance to drive away. If you drive away, you may not be able to leave the factory area. No one knows where the next laser will come out.

The only one who passed through the full release was a blonde woman with a toddler tied to her arms. She hid near the factory gate and didn't go in the direction of the warehouse. The driver of the forklift driving in front of her was suddenly killed. She took the opportunity to rush into the forklift with the child in her arms, so that she had a chance to drive the car away.

The five or six-year-old boy in her arms clutched her shirt tightly and buried his head in her arms, not daring to say a word.

In the night, I couldn't see the woman's panicked face, but the forklift's reaction was very honest. She got into the car skillfully and neatly, without even looking, she kicked the accelerator and blasted out, and the forklift hit the factory gate with a bang, and it fell back more than two meters away.

This movement was enough for those "snipers" hiding in the darkness to shoot her into a sieve.

However, they gave her enough time to turn around and drive the car out of the factory area.

This is the first vehicle to leave the factory after the forklift team left.

The maximum speed of the forklift can only reach twenty yards on the ground. From the factory to the col where the space mecha is docked, the distance in a straight line is twenty kilometers, and the slope distance is at least six or seven times larger. Forklifts loaded with heavy weapons and household supplies have to slow down.

Chi Xiao calculated well, the convoy set off at night, and had to run until the early morning of the next day to have a chance to load the mecha with firepower.

"Mommy......" the little boy in the woman's arms muttered.

"Shh......h Don't talk. The woman drove a forklift out of the factory, not daring to turn on the work lights to explore the way, so she could only try to adapt her eyes to the darkness and look for rut marks in the jungle.

The owl "cooed" and crowed, setting the desolation of the night jungle. Hearing the child's words, the woman's nerves tensed to the extreme. She lowered her voice and trembled to comfort the child: "Hold mom tight, don't be afraid." ”

There are no dogs in the penal colony, and the howling of wild dogs and wolves can still be heard after dark......

The mother was carrying a gun, she was not afraid of the wolves here, she was afraid that she would go in the wrong direction, and she was even more afraid that the child's voice would reveal their location and turn this hard-won chance of survival into the target of public criticism.

In the factory, the battle for survival resources lasted until late at night.

After the gunfire subsided, forklifts and loading trucks left the factory area one after another.

The remaining sixteen forklifts and a battered loading truck in the factory area drove a total of eleven. The ones that didn't come out of the cab were all sideways and upside down, all of them were dead former workers.

After leaving the factory and entering the jungle, they invariably did not turn on the working lights of the forklift. In the past, the workers could not talk about sharing weal and pain, and they had been together for more than ten years, and they would tear into a shootout if they disagreed, and they would take each other's lives to pay off their debts. No one wants to be the target of others on the way to escape.

The gunfire stopped, and the wolf howl in the jungle approached the factory little by little from a distance.

The smell of blood and death permeated the air......

The convoy carrying space weapons, likewise, did not turn on the lights and did not want to be a target for sniping.

In the main control room of the space mecha, Pippi, who slept until late at night, saw a jungle picture with night vision effect in his mind when he woke up.

The jungle scene is viewed through the car window, and the sound of the wheels crushing dead branches and stones jolting.

Pipsqueak suddenly opened his eyes, and what he saw was still the interior of the mecha's main control room.

"What's the situation?" The jungle image in Pippi's mind suddenly broke off. She vaguely reacted a little, the chicken and Ah Yun were connected to the spirit, and she fell asleep, so the senses that the chicken passed to Ah Yun did not avoid her.

"The chicken is on the way back, there are about four hours to go, you can sleep for a while." Seeing that the straight-line distance of twenty kilometers had not arrived in the middle of the night, Ah Yun's heart was about to burn to the heavenly spirit cover. He talks to Pipsqueak, and his voice is as calm as possible.

However, this did not prevent Pipsqueak from "watching" his acting skills to hide his impatience.

"Why don't they turn on their searchlights when they drive forklifts?" Chixiao's speech against the defection of the workers and the shootout in the factory area, Pippi didn't see it. She suddenly saw a jungle scene with night vision effects, and thought they were having a jungle adventure. "That...... What about the space weapons that Chixiao said? ”

"Are you stupid? Missiles and bullets are more than ten meters in size, and how to drive a car tied to the front has to go over mountains and mountains. They modified the mast and forks of the forklift to the back, and you can see the missiles? Ah Yun answered an inconsequential question in a worried tone for her IQ. Another topic, he avoided. "At 1:02 a.m., it's still early in the morning, and I go to bed. Be on the alert, I'll call you if there's something. ”