"Little things."

Yu Xing smiled at the corner of his mouth, and Dr. Lu had already helped him roughly bandage it. After a short rest, he almost regained some strength, picked up an M4 carbine from the ground, and pressed the magazine on.

"You're going to go out, the wound on your right arm is going to tear easily." Dr. Lu reminded worriedly.

"If you can't die, it's fine." Yu Xing moved his right arm, and after a slight movement, blood stained the cloth red, "You and Pasha hide well, they shouldn't come looking for you again." ”

"Why?" Dr. Lu asked, puzzled.

"Because their goals have changed. They want to kill me even more now. Yu Xing pointed at himself.

"I thought you wouldn't come back."

Dr. Lu held Pasha's hand, and the little girl was scared, and this bloody scene made her instinctively hide behind Dr. Lu.

"Be careful."

Dr. Lu seemed to have made a big decision, and suddenly took Yu Xing's hand and sent the red lips up by himself.

Pasha's eyes widened curiously, watching the movements of the two. Yu Xing is not Yanashita Hui, so he naturally changed from passive to active.

After a few moments, the red lips separated.

Dr. Lu lowered his head in embarrassment. Yu Xing smiled at the corner of his mouth, his charm was really great.

"Don't worry, they won't kill me." Yu Xing left the factory and deliberately locked the door before leaving. As soon as I got out of the factory, the rumbling gunshots outside were faintly heard.

The offensive of the Red Turban Army has indeed become fierce all of a sudden. Most of the workers began to evacuate to the safety of the warehouse, and armed men intercepted them.

"Da Da Da~" There were bursts of gunfire, but in this noisy battlefield, Yu Xing had just arrived, and he heard a loud roar.

"Come on, come on, come on!"

"Damn, this kid who lacks heart, why is he there." Yu Xing covered his forehead speechlessly, in his field of vision. Zhuo Yifan was holding an AK and was shooting aimlessly, full of momentum, but one magazine went down, and even no one was knocked down.

"Bang!"

Retracting his gaze, Yu Xing raised his gun and fired a point, his footsteps quickly shuttling between the covers.

This group of Red Turban troops are basically temporary rebels, not to mention professional and systematic training. Its own strength is not much higher.

"Get down."

Yu Xing's pupils shrank and shouted at Zhuo Yifan.

As soon as his words fell, a string of bullets swept by, and a black man beside Zhuo Yifan was directly knocked down, and the body smashed on his body, crushing him.

"Ahh Yes! Save me! I've been shot! Save me! ”

Yu Xing frowned, and Zhuo Yifan's hysterical screams were in his ears.

raised the gun and knocked down the two red turban soldiers again, and the rest of the sentence ran towards Zhuo Yifan, Zhuo Yifan's shirt on his upper body, there was indeed a large pool of blood, and it looked like the injury was unclear.

And Zhuo Yifan covered his abdomen and leaned behind the cover, looking extremely painful.

"It's fine!"

Yu Xing asked.

"Help me! Save me! I've been shot! ”

Zhuo Yifan saw the remnants of the sentence and shouted as if he had found a savior.

Yu Xing shook off Zhuo Yifan's arm and took a closer look, damn, there were no bullet marks.

"You're fine."

Yu Xing angrily kicked Zhuo Yifan and shouted, "Hurry up and roll to the warehouse with the workers." ”

Looking up at the battle situation in front of him, he mainly relied on Leng Feng and He Jianguo to support them. picked up the AK beside Zhuo Yifan, checked the magazine, and rushed over.

"Dada~"

The muzzle flames erupted continuously, and the bullet casings flew one after another.

This is the last layer of cover, He Jianguo and Leng Feng are delaying time according to the cargo box and Tietong. However, if the Red Turban Army still attacks like this, this place will be lost sooner or later.

"Cold front, magazine."

Yu Xing shouted, hid behind an iron bucket, and shouted in the direction of Leng Feng.

Leng Feng immediately threw a magazine over.

Yu Xing caught the magazine, skillfully began to change the ammunition, and the gunfire that had just stopped for a few seconds immediately rang out again. The Red Turban Army, which had just rushed to the front, was pressed down again.

"Boom!"

A grenade took on a perfect parabola in mid-air, successfully falling into the crowd of the Red Turbans. The explosion was accompanied by severed limbs and scattered flesh, and the entire factory was already filled with gunsmoke, and the thick smell of blood made people sick to their stomachs.

"Rockets, withdraw!"

He Jianguo suddenly shouted, and Yu Xing hurriedly looked in his direction. From the ranks of the Red Turban Army, a soldier with a bazooka on his shoulder stepped out, aiming at the defense line here.

Yu Xing didn't hesitate to get up and run.

"Whoosh~Boom!!"

The flames instantly flooded the cover where Yu Xing and the others were hiding just now, and a shockwave came from behind with terrifying force.

Yu Xing flew out, and the three of them got up from the ground in some embarrassment, and continued to fire the cannon by supporting each other.

"How many bullets are left."

Leng Feng turned his head to ask He Jianguo, He Jianguo gasped, and glanced at the magazine of the AK in his hand, "Seventeen rounds." ”

"I have twenty-one more rounds." Leng Feng replied.

"Thirteen rounds."

Yu Xing's answer was the simplest, leaning against a mound of dirt with his eyes closed. Running further back, it was the old warehouse, where the workers were basically hidden, about a few dozen meters away, and the Red Turban Army was cautiously groping through.

They didn't dare to act rashly, after all, the three of them had already scared them before.

"Maybe I'm going to die here."

He Jianguo smiled bitterly, there were more people on the other side than they had.

Yu Xing didn't reply, he would use the armory if he had to, but this method of taking out weapons out of thin air, he had been trying to hide.

"Eagle, I know you're here."

A figure walked out of the Red Turban Army on both sides, and it was none other than Frank.

"Coming for you?"

Leng Feng quipped.

"Well, old friend." Yu Xing nodded, his eyes narrowing into a line.

"Then you can't talk to him and ask him to withdraw his troops?" He Jianguo really thought that the two were friends.

Yu Xing rolled his eyes.

"If I don't speak, we should have a whole corpse."

"Eagle, don't you have anything to say to me?" Frank smiled and reached for his vacant left ear, "I'd love to have a glass of red wine right now and enjoy it." ”

"Of course, little mouse, help me greet your mother." Yu Xing replied naturally, "Oh yes, you may not understand, I'll translate it for you." ”

“Say hello to your mother for me。 (Help me greet your mother)"

As for the nickname of the little mouse, there are still some origins, when Frank suffered a big loss under him and the old cat, he never dared to come to North America to take the mission, just like a mouse seeing a cat.

He Jianguo and Leng Feng both glared at Yu Xing fiercely, you are still messing with him at this time.

But Frank wasn't angry.

"Haha...... You're still you, haven't changed at all, Eagle. As always, you are arrogant, but only by killing you like this can you get a sense of accomplishment. Frank smiled enchantingly and slowly raised his hand, a gesture to attack.