The crowd rushed over with guns and into the woods in pursuit.

The silver man raised his sniper rifle and aimed at the figure running in front of him.

"Ahem!"

The injured bodyguard suddenly sank and fell weakly to the snow, with a mouthful of blood spurting out of his mouth.

"Xiao Zhou!"

Wen Ziqian frowned and wanted to help him on the shoulder, but Tang Mo next to him violently pushed him away.

A bullet whizzed by, grazed Wen Ziqian's shoulder, and hit the trunk of a tree not far ahead.

Wen Ziqian fell on the snow, and after falling behind a cedar, Tang Moshen on the opposite side had already neatly covered his figure.

"Xiao Zhou!"

Wen Ziqian quickly got up and looked at his companion who had fallen on the snow, his heart aching.

"He's dead!"

Tang Moshen stood under the tree opposite, his voice deep in his voice.

In the army before, he watched his companion fall beside him several times, which was not new.

In these years, he was promoted to a high position, no longer went to the battlefield in person, and later transferred to the ministry, and was even more far away from the front line......

How many years have I not seen my companion die.

The man's face did not show any clues, but a pair of eyes were also dyed with a gloomy look.

"Tang Moshen!" In the woods behind him, the other party's voice sounded, "I know you two are out of bullets anymore, if you are smart enough, get out now, I can not kill you!" ”

Tang Mo cowered behind the tree and didn't make a sound, a pair of eyes just observing the woods in front of him.

There was no trace of Pei Yunqing from here, but he still hoped to buy her a little more time.

On the other side, Wen Ziqian threw away the gun in his hand, took out a spare dagger from his body, and slowly stood up.

"You go first, I'll stay!"

The so-called stay is equivalent to death!

Tang Moshen and Wen Ziqian both understood this.

Sideways, white glances, Tang Moshen raised his hands and came out from behind the tree.

"Minister!"

Wen Ziqian's eyes widened.

"Don't move!" Tang Moshen reminded him in a low voice, standing between the two trees, "I surrender!" ”

"There is one more person, let him come out too!" The silver man shouted.

Tang Moshen turned his face to look at Wen Ziqian and made a look, "Stand behind me!" ”

Guessing his intentions, Wen Ziqian carefully withdrew the dagger into his sleeve and walked out from under the tree with a gun, Tang Mo Shen hurriedly took a step sideways and blocked him with his body.

The other party's purpose was not to kill him, Tang Moshen could feel this.

All this time, their fire was never concentrated on him!

They wanted to catch him, and it wasn't hard to explain, after all, his identity was there.

Whether it's for ransom or other intentions, he's a worthy target.

However, Wen Ziqian is different, the other party is likely to kill him immediately, and Tang Moshen can't take risks.

The silver man looked at the two people on the hillside, worried that he would hurt Tang Moshen, so he didn't shoot at Wen Ziqian rashly, but just raised his chin.

"You guys, get them back!"

Four men stood up and walked towards them with guns in hand, while the others stood there with their guns still guarded, just in case.

Tang Moshen stood there calmly, his gaze slowly sweeping over the people in the forest.

Right front, one.

To the left of the pine tree, one.

Half of the body is exposed over there, and there should be another one.

……

A seemingly random glance has already taken in the enemy's position.

Here, a few guys have already walked around the two.