“go！”

Liu Jianming shouted, and rushed out first, the convenience store owner followed, Leng Feng escorted the black children to follow in turn, and then a large group of people who begged to be brought to eat melons.

Looking around, the streets have long been chaotic, vehicles are blocked together, traffic has long been paralyzed, panicked crowds are everywhere, gunfire is endless, and passers-by fall in the run.

The regular army was in the south of the city, and the red turban army was in the north of the city. "It's like fried beans.

"Boss, how do we get out of town? It's already a war zone ahead......" Liu Jianming asked eagerly, how to choose the best path out of the city, it must be that the local snakes in the city know better.

"Don't call me boss, ten years of lying on the salary will be wiped out," the boss looked back at the ruined shop rather helplessly, "My surname is Qian, you can just call me Lao Qian." Those bastards with red scarves and masked faces must have come in from the east gate, and according to the current war situation, the west gate must still be in the hands of the regular army, so let's go to the west gate. ”

"Then go to Simon!" After simply confirming the direction, Liu Jianming immediately took advantage of the large and small idle cars as a cover, and ran along the street façade and the fleeing crowd to the direction of the West Gate.

"Boom!" With a bang, a cannonball flew from nowhere, hitting a five-story building in front, "Boom! "The dust was flying, and the collapsed buildings buried the entire pavement.

"Dadada!"

There was a roaring sound behind him, and the melon-eating crowd that fell behind was thrown to the ground one after another, like wheat that had been harvested, neatly and neatly.

A squad of Red Turbans swept down the streets.

"Let's go! Let's go this way! "The head snake old money played the role of a guide in a timely manner, although this guy's character is extremely unreliable, but when it comes to his own life, he is still quite dedicated to doing things.

Several people followed Lao Qian, and as soon as they ran into the alley with their front feet, a shell fell on their back feet where they had just stayed, and the people who begged to bring melons were immediately collectively reimbursed.

Passing through the alleyway, the block ahead became even more chaotic, with the regular army and the Red Turban army fighting fiercely with each other occupying the street buildings, abandoned vehicles, and other bunkers, and the guns almost made it impossible for people to speak.

In particular, on a building in front, the fire point set up by the regular army was extremely fierce, causing great casualties to the Red Turban Army advancing below.

"Whoosh!"

The Red Turbans fired a rocket, trailing its long tail, right in the middle of the building.

"Boom!"

Cement blocks are flying everywhere.

"Be careful!"

Liu Jianming grabbed a handful of old money, and a cement block the size of a grinding disc almost smashed the latter into a pulp on the spot.

"Thank you." Lao Qian gasped for breath with palpitations, the situation of the regular army was very unoptimistic, and the city was very likely to be unprotected.

"Buzz buzz!" With the sound of a powerful motor, an armed truck of the Red Turban Army drove up, the truck was equipped with a quadruple machine gun, controlled by three Red Turban soldiers, and "tom tom ......" to torture the nearby resisting regular soldiers to slag.

"Let's go! Let's go over there! ”

Lao Qian shouted, and once again played the role of a guide in time, leading a few people to run into a vegetable market on the left, through the empty sales area, and ran to another street.

In a war full of artillery fire, the ability of the individual is weakened to a very small point, and no matter how proud the character is, if he is hit by a machine gun or grazed by shrapnel of a cannonball, he will have to break his bones and tendons on the spot, and he will die without a place to be buried.

It's really stupid not to run and.

Besides, it's a civil war, as long as it doesn't get in his way, Liu Jianming won't have time to deal with it, because the few Red Turban Army Hair System rewards killed in the convenience store are not there.

Who wants to do a thankless job?

Leng Feng, who was traveling with him, had the same idea as upstairs, and if he could escape, he would try his best to escape, otherwise it would be bad if he killed too hard and attracted the attention of the main force of the Red Turban Army.

Helping the regular army kill the enemy for free, such a loss-making business is something that no one will do.

Three people and a black child ran to the vicinity of the west gate together, and suddenly several military trucks drove in front of them, and the regular soldiers on them got out of the cars one after another, and countless AKs pointed at them.

"Chinese! Chinese! Lao Qian hurriedly raised his hand and shouted, and he didn't know where to take out a small five-star red flag and waved it constantly.

"It's the Chinese, let them go!" The commander immediately stopped the reckless behavior of his subordinates and ordered them to let a few people led by Lao Qian go through the defensive line.

Behind him, an armored vehicle of the Red Turban Army crashed through a wall and came out, followed by a large number of rebels.

A group of regular troops immediately entered the battle, relying on trucks to block the attack.

The fierce battle behind made the few people who escaped dare not stop half a step, and in the panic, Lao Qian accidentally fell, and something popped out of his pocket, but he didn't pay attention to the rush to escape.

At the gate of the city, a group of fleeing local residents were being directed under the command of the regular army into a bus, which was already overloaded, but there were still many people squeezing inside.

"Two brothers, I'm sorry, I'm going to get in the car." Lao Qian immediately rushed over to join the ranks of refugees, scrambling to squeeze into the car, and it was the real stupidity if there was a car not to sit.

"Hey, old money, they only accept their own residents, you can't go up!" Leng Feng reminded the upstairs back, because there were many melon-eating people of other nationalities at the door of the car, all of whom were unceremoniously stopped by the regular army.

"Hey, hey, hey! Didn't I say that? Since 3:52:23 p.m. on the 20th of last month, I have been a citizen of this country. Lao Qian looked back triumphantly and said that as long as the regular army finally regained the lost land, then it would be very easy to make another war windfall by its own means and bring the dead back to life.

Return?! Inexistent!

There is a chance of a reversal, who wants to return to China? Unless it is absolutely necessary, it is really life-threatening.

Liu Jianming: "......"

Leng Feng: "......"

I've seen shameless people, but I've never seen such shameless people.

"Hey, sir, you can't get on the bus, and people who are not of my nationality are not allowed to get on the bus." Lao Qian just wanted to fill up with the crowd and squeezed into the car, but was stopped by the regular army.

"I am my own people! I am, of course, my own people! I have a national citizenship document. Old Qian smiled obscenely and touched it in his pocket

Immediately, his expression changed dramatically.

"Oops, where's my wallet?!"

Old Qian was so anxious, anxious that he was like an ant on a hot pot, sweating profusely.

It's over, it's over, it's going to be a big deal!

There is not only a certificate of nationality in the wallet, but also a bank card, which contains all the savings of so many years of hard work, without it, I am afraid that even the travel expenses will have to be borrowed.