The light was completely cut out.

The unknown darkness pulled out the fear in Han Qingluo's heart.

She stretched out her hand, and soon touched the heavy stone wall, close enough that she could touch it as soon as she looked up, and pushed hard, knowing that this immovable weight was destined to be trapped in this tunnel.

And in this narrow space, her elbows can't be lined up, she can't exert her strength, and she is also more than willing to do it.

She withdrew her hand in a dejected manner, leaned her head back, and collapsed with her back against the pile of rubble, I don't know if it was the psychological effect or the small space was too tight, Han Qingluo quickly felt that her chest was very tight.

It seemed as if her struggles were accelerating the consumption of oxygen, stabilizing her mind and quickly adjusting the pace and frequency of her breathing.

I thought that before I was killed by the explosion, I was going to die in this claustrophobic space with despair, and I was unwilling to think about it!

In a trance.

The bombardment outside and the explosions underground had stopped.

Han Qingluo pricked up his ears and listened quietly, as if there was no movement outside at all.

In the darkness, she was like a blind person, unable to see anything, so she lay on her back and let herself empty for a while.

Suddenly, her eyes moved, and she moved her left hand that touched the rocks, and the stone pile on the left side was loose, which meant that the seal was not too tight.

The hope of life is just around the corner, and it's not her style to sit still and wait for her to die!

Immediately waved his left hand, concentrating all the strength of his body on it, shaking the stones, digging up the scattered rubble little by little.

The small movement consumed the strength of her whole body, and soon, dense sweat oozed from Han Qingluo's forehead and the tip of her nose, and her breathing became more and more rapid and difficult.

No way!

She shouted in her heart that she was so tired.

One second the left hand, which was still digging hard to move the stone, the next second it was like a straight fishing line disconnected, and it no longer moved.

As soon as the nerves relaxed, there was a hot stinging sensation from the place where the fingertips were worn out, Han Qingluo frowned slightly, and said that these ten fingers are connected to the heart, at this moment, this kind of injury is just a small injury for her on weekdays, and it is enough to choke her.

As long as you calm down, the beating of your fingertips is really like the rhythm of your heart's beating, clear and palpable, numb and painful.

When the heat on her body faded, Han Qingluo took a deep breath, and her left hand, which was full of scars, continued to dig, and her persistence seemed to move the goddess of fate.

After a while, a piece of gravel loosened under Han Qingluo's movement, and a faint light shone into the dark and narrow tunnel.

Fresh air replaced the turbid dirt, allowing Han Qingluo to breathe greedily, and she felt that she was the happiest person in the world at the moment.

She turned her face sideways, and her joy quickly made her forget the pain in her fingers, and continued to tug at the small hole, hoping that it would be bigger.

It seems that he was favored by the goddess of fate again, and the process of opening the cave was smooth.

With the little fall of the rubble, the light quickly drove away most of the darkness in the tunnel, and Han Qingluo, who had regained her light, could not hide her joy, and the movements of her hands became faster and faster, and all that was left in the world was the sound of her pulling stones.......

Suddenly, she stopped what she was doing, and her eyes stared at each other in confusion, as if she sensed something was wrong.

After a while, the sound of conversation from far and near was mixed with the sound of slow footsteps.

From the chirping of birds, Han Qingluo judged that the French army had come to clean up the battlefield.

She held her breath and pulled her hand back.

"Smack".

A pair of military boots appeared in front of her, a Frenchman jumping out of a hole, followed by another pair of boots.

The place she was in was already in a big collapse, and she had to pass through here to get to the city gates.

Han Qingluo held her breath nervously, no matter whether she was captured by the reactionary army or not, as long as she was discovered, the French army would not hesitate to shoot her directly.

Listening to their conversation, it seemed to be very leisurely, and without stopping too long, they climbed out of the collapsed pit and gradually moved away.

Han Qingluo lowered his eyelashes and let out a low breath, his face showing the joy of escaping death.

Before her nerves could relax, another dense sound of footsteps sounded above her head, and it seemed that she would not be able to move for a while.

In this quiet post-war field, where the slightest sound could draw the enemy over, she couldn't make an accident at this juncture, otherwise all her previous efforts would be in vain.

Thinking about it, Han Qingluo twisted her head back, the stone wall that was close at hand was too close to her, and there was a sense of oppression, she had to close her eyes and put her arms at her side.

I'm going to get some sleep and make a decision depending on the situation.

When she opened her eyes again, everything around her had fallen into silence, and darkness had crept in.

Holding his breath and listening quietly for a while, Han Qingluo confirmed that there was no more noise around him, and then began to continue to move away from the loose stone pile on the left side.

She visually measured the size of the hole, and decided that it was enough for her to get out, so she began to move, using the strength of her elbow to move little by little......

Standing in the messy tunnels, Han Qingluo only felt that it felt good to be free again.

She looked around and saw that the city of Hawkwood was in ruins from the destruction of cannonballs and explosives.

Everywhere were blackened debris, and the broken streets were full of blood, which looked like pools of black pools in the moonlight, and there was no bottom in sight.

Outside the city, a burst of fire shot into the sky, illuminating the battlements.

Judging from the scorching smell wafting through the air, it should be the French army burning the corpses in the city.

With such a large number of casualties, if not dealt with in time, the decomposing corpses will bring an unpredictable plague.

Ignoring anything else, Han Qingluo staggered up from the collapsed pit, shaking his demobilized body and heading towards the city gate.

"Help......

A weak cry for help rang in my ears.

Han Qingluo looked stunned, and thought that he had auditory hallucinations, so he stopped.

"Help!"

Now, she can finally confirm that it is not an auditory hallucination, and someone is really calling for help.

And listening to this language, it was not the French army, and the tense nerves relaxed, and he responded in a low voice: "Who is it?" ”

Suddenly, there was a noise in the alley beside me.

Han Qingluo immediately picked up a damaged knife from the ground and slowly walked into the alley.

In the moonlight, a dirty man leaned against the wall with his belly covered and moaned, and an empty bucket was poured beside him, presumably the hiding place he had used to hide from the French raids.

As if he heard a sound from Han Qingluo's side, he opened his eyes faintly, and there was a look of surprise on his face.

Not only was he surprised, but even Han Qingluo was surprised, with the faint light of the moonlight, she could see clearly who this dying guy was.

It was the same Owen who bullied her.

The pity on Han Qingluo's face disappeared without a trace in an instant, and turned to gloating contempt: "Yo, Lord Owen is still alive!" ”

In the face of Han Qingluo's downfall, Owen had no strength to open his mouth to refute, he only gasped heavily, and his gray face was staring at her with a pair of eyes full of hatred, and there was no joy and joy in his eyes that he thought he was saved.

Looking at the bucket rolling down on the side, a stench of excrement seemed to waft to Han Qingluo's nose, she snorted coldly, and continued to stimulate the dying Owen: "Unexpectedly, the arrogant Owen actually panicked and ran to someone else's dung bucket to hide, do you say that if this is spread, the world must not be used as a laughing stock?" ”

There was a slight change of emotion on Owen's weak face, and he let out a moan from his throat, as if to express his anger.

He covered his injured abdomen, the violent emotional changes made his wound painful, his whole face twisted together in pain, and blood instantly flowed out from between his fingers.

Han Qingluo noticed his abnormality, and it seemed that even if Owen was really saved, he wouldn't be able to live.

She walked towards him, and Owen noticed the knife in her hand, and there was horror in his eyes, but he was too badly injured to have the strength to move his body.

Not long after the explosion, Owen fled in a panic, but was blown away by a cannonball that fell under his feet, and the splashed stones smashed his stomach.

In horror, he ran to hide in an alley that he thought was safe, checking on his injuries, and his face turned pale when the hand covering his abdomen was removed.

The intestines in his abdomen almost leaked out of the crack, and he quickly stuffed it in, tearing off one sleeve and wrapping it around his injured abdomen.

Fortunately, the bombardment did not last long, and it did not reach his hiding place, and Owen wanted to get up and continue to flee, because he was afraid that the French army would soon come to clear the battlefield, and then he would have no hope of survival.

His fears were soon realized, and shortly after the bombardment ended, a large number of French troops broke into the city and began to clean up the post-war site, and he hurriedly found a wooden bucket, poured out the dung water inside, and covered the bucket over his body.

The stench quickly persuaded the French to flee, and he escaped.

Unexpectedly, the road was narrow, and when he was at his weakest, he actually met Han Qingluo, who was immortal.

"Do you regret not killing me?"

Han Qingluo stopped in front of Owen and slowly squatted down, feng shui took turns, and now it was her turn to humiliate Owen.

Owen gritted his teeth, and his eyes were eager to peel Han Qingluo's skin and bones, chop it up, put it in his mouth and chew it hard.

Raising the knife in his hand, he poked Owen in the shoulder: "Seeing that you are in such pain, do you want to ask me to end your pain quickly?" ”

“……”

Staring at Owen's hateful eyes, Han Qingluo only felt that he was pitiful, and he died unpleasantly when he was dying.

She put away the smile on her face and stood up: "I don't have time to play with you, a scumbag like you deserves to go to hell!" ”

Han Qingluo raised the knife in his hand......

Owen also closed his eyes in fright......

After a while, there was a "clang", Owen opened his eyes tremblingly, only to see Han Qingluo's distant back, and the knife she dropped on the side, staring at the broken knife, Owen's eyes flashed a trace of intriguing light.

She won't kill Owen, it's insulting to herself, and she's cheapening this scumbag, she wants him to die in pain, and taste despair......