After Taro finished speaking, he bent down and picked up the rifle and rushed out of the door to face the rain of bullets, Uncle Yun lay on the ground and looked at the back of the taro, suddenly, he found that the taro had grown up, his shoulders were wide and his back was thick, and the muscles of the arm holding the rifle were raised, and there was already a young shadow of a young man, like a young eagle singing, and he couldn't help but let Uncle Yun cry, and a sense of pride welled up in his heart, and he wanted to die with the taro.

Uncle Yun dragged his injured leg and crawled out on the cold ground, his eyes staring at the taro squatting behind the sandbag and shooting without blinking.

Uncle Yun didn't bother the taro, touched the machine gun that the taro threw down earlier, opened the magazine, the magazine was empty, he raised his eyes and looked around, and finally found the ammunition box by the fire, the green iron bullet box had been rolled up in patent leather by the flames, and the crisis of martyrdom could occur at any time, Uncle Yun had already forgotten his life and death, and crawled over to pull the magazine box in front of him.

The fleshy hands were scalding on the scorching iron sheet, and the four bullets were quickly inserted into the 75 fast-loading drums, and in the smell of the scorching flesh, the three drums were loaded, Uncle Yun pulled the bolt, looked back at the taro, and the place that entered his eyes was the blood-stained blood spots on the shoulders of the taro.

Taro couldn't feel the gunshot wound on his body, pulled out the empty magazine, dug around his body for a while, pulled out the bayonet and went up to the muzzle, the ammunition was exhausted, and he was ready to fight with a white blade.

"Taro ......"

Uncle Yun shouted, threw the machine gun full of bullets in his hand, Taro threw away the rifle, picked up the machine gun as if it was firing outside, and was still yelling loudly in his mouth:

"Didn't you stay there?"

"Am I going to stay there and wait to be dragged out and slaughtered? Let's die in battle, and let me be proud before I die. ”

The two stopped talking, one shot the bullet, the other loaded the empty drum, time seemed to stop at this moment, two men, an old man and a young man, blocking a battle that did not belong to them at someone else's door, only for the promise of one person, in the open space in front of them, corpses, moans of pain, shouts of high voices, panicked attackers were caught off guard on the battlefield, and when the abandoned shield cart was restarted, the two knew that they had little time left.

Suddenly, the back of the shield car was connected to screams, a figure regardless of being exposed to the line of fire, rushed out from behind the shield car and fled, taro stopped firing, he didn't know what was going on, he wondered if someone came to the rescue, seeing a big man running and running, he covered his neck and fell to the ground and convulsed, taro thought he saw a ghost.

Eventually, he noticed that a shallow black shadow was constantly crossing the men's sides, and every time the shadow flashed, someone must have fallen to the ground.

The raging flames are still burning at the gate, and the whole body is black, and the curtain Pei Pei walks with a dripping human head, Taro has not taken a look, he and Uncle Yun are exhausted, sitting next to each other, Taro is holding the machine gun vertically, looking at the raging flames in a daze, Uncle Yun's head is pillowed on his shoulder, and his hands are still holding the drum full of bullets, and at their feet are countless brass bullet casings shining in the firelight.

"Pounce on the ......" The human head was thrown at the feet of the two of them, and the long shadow pulled out by the slender body of Mu Pepe buried the two of them, and the human head rotated between the brass bullet casings, and the two ignored the human head, nor did they take a second look at Mu Pepe.

Mu Peipe leaned over and looked at the two, wanting to say something, but she didn't know how to speak, she had long been hiding behind the two, watching the two fight in despair, the life and death of the two made her heart sullen, she wanted to see what the two could go, and finally she saw it.

Uncle Yun's image has also changed greatly in her eyes, a man who is submissive, greedy for life and afraid of death, shocked her with courage in the battle, and the conversation between the two by the gate was also heard by her, she knew, she knew everything, she just couldn't understand why there was such a figure under Zhang Xiaoqiang, why couldn't she find a woman in the 300 female barracks in her hands, who could really be fearless in battle?

"Right...... Sorry ......"

Mu Peipei, who had never said sorry, said these three words, no one paid attention to her, the two still sat next to each other, and they didn't even change their postures, inside the gate, Zhao Xiaobo shouted something, and a group of women rushed out of it carrying stretchers...... Last night's gunshots spread throughout the gathering place, and the camp that was far away from the periphery of the gathering place could naturally be heard, after the team members on duty reported to Zhang Xiaoqiang, Zhang Xiaoqiang knew where the gunshots rang out, and the strong cadres outside the women's barracks fell into the eyes of those who cared, and he sent two team members to seem a little redundant.

Zhang Xiaoqiang was faced with two choices, one was to go out overnight, indicating his identity and standing on the side of the women's barracks with great fanfare, and the other was to wait and watch the development of the situation without moving.

The two choices made him entangled, and it was also his whim to send Uncle Yun and Taro, and he didn't want the situation in the gathering place to change, after all, he couldn't let go of his face to bully a group of sheep-like women, and he didn't want others to eat that piece of fat, so he sent two old and weak people who hadn't gone through a big scene.

Zhang Xiaoqiang originally thought that sending two old and weak people in the name of the convoy would be enough to deter some snoopers who wanted to hand over their claws, but he didn't expect that those guys were red-eyed for weapons and ammunition, and they threw themselves at the risk of being retaliated by the convoy.

Zhang Xiaoqiang was afraid of trouble in his heart, he didn't have the pride of collecting more than 100,000 survivors, and he didn't think that far away, he could bring more than 100,000 people back to civilization, he just wanted to hide in a place where no one could find it, and when the exchange of fire began over there, his little character psychology took over.

The above reason is only the last section, the real reason is that Zhang Xiaoqiang has experienced night battles, his vision is unknown, he led the team with cannons and heavy machine guns, and was pressed and beaten by a group of armed men with insufficient guns and ammunition, and he did not want to have too much wear and tear before seizing the ship.

In the end, he decided to stay put, and then go to clean up the mess during the day, and he didn't need to do anything, as long as he put pressure on the three major forces and let them solve the internal problems of the gathering place by themselves, as for Uncle Yun and Taro, Zhang Xiaoqiang had already ordered to let Wang Le make a coffin, there were tens of thousands of people to worry about him, and two little people like him really couldn't take care of it.

Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't sleep well all night, although he made a decision, it doesn't mean that he can really have a clear conscience, a choice to let the two people be abandoned by him, this kind of taste is very uncomfortable, in the anxiety he secretly prayed in his heart, hoping that the two people could escape back by themselves, after all, their task is not to guard, but to pretend to be for others to see.

The night faded, the morning light reappeared, Zhang Xiaoqiang sat in a wheelchair and walked towards the camp gate, but saw Zhang Huai'an, Huang Quan and others waiting there early, their minds were different from Zhang Xiaoqiang, they didn't care and hesitate, they only knew that their people were living and dying outside, and the anxiety in their hearts may not have lost to Zhang Xiaoqiang, but in the end Zhang Xiaoqiang could only make a decision.

Zhang Xiaoqiang's wheelchair turned towards the camp gate, secretly brewing rhetoric in his heart, but tiredness emerged in his heart, thinking about problems as a superior made him very unaccustomed, maybe in his heart, he was still willing to take a few women to wander the world, without having to pay for his conscience.

The people gathered at the camp gate also saw Zhang Xiaoqiang, no one spoke, the scene was a little depressing, especially those team members, they couldn't do the kind of calmness that Zhang Xiaoqiang showed, they all swore together, they regarded Uncle Yun and Taro as flesh and blood brothers, and they didn't resent anything, there was always such a day when they were soldiers, but they were quite dissatisfied with Zhang Xiaoqiang not going to the rescue, how could they understand the difficulties in Zhang Xiaoqiang's heart?