"Quick, while there's no one now, everybody will follow. Short surveyed the situation beyond the high wall, and when he saw that there was no one around, he rushed out and hid in the alley not far away, and turned back to the three men who were still inside the high wall.

"Vichy, you go over first, there's no need to come with me. "The mentor was already seriously ill, and he was unable to exercise for a long time before he was captured, and now that he has been locked up in this dungeon for so long, his condition has become even worse, and his body is fragile, even if he is supported by someone, it is difficult for him to continue to move forward.

"Mentor, don't you always say don't give up, believe in hope, I won't give up saving you, and don't give up on yourself. Vichy answered the mentor in a firm tone as she helped Carol help her mentor forward.

When the tutor heard Weizi's answer, he smiled wryly and shook his head, and took heavy steps even more desperately.

"Be careful!" Short said suddenly, and then he raised his magic spear and it was a bullet that pierced the heart of a soldier on the street. The soldier came from a short corner of the street, less than fifteen meters away from the three mentors, but fortunately Short was quick to eliminate the three before the other party could spot them, otherwise the mentor would be in danger.

However, although the nearby soldiers were killed, the soldiers nearby also seemed to notice something unusual, and they all turned their eyes to the street corner next to the corpse of the soldier, and they knew that the danger was very likely to be on the corner, in a place they could not see.

"Be careful!

"Hidden!

The voices of the soldiers clearly reached the ears of the four people, and in the face of this imminent danger, cold sweat broke out in everyone's palms.

"Hurry, come here!" Short said in a suppressed voice to the three mentors.

Fortunately, the three of them moved slowly, but they still had plenty of time to get to Short's side, after all, the remaining soldiers did not know how many enemies were around the corner, and they could only carefully hold their old rifles and move slowly towards the corner.

When the three mentors came to his side, Short checked the alley again, and when he saw that there was no one in the alley for the time being, he immediately motioned for the three to follow.

However, accidents occurred one after another, first a lone soldier happened to bump into the mentor in the process of searching the alley, but fortunately Short reacted quickly and immediately shot him, and then several people did not go far before they encountered more patrols than the previous soldiers combined.

In desperation, Short had to let the three mentors hide in the debris pile in the alley first, while he was responsible for luring the patrol away.

As he fled, Short fired his gun at the rear, shooting the first hapless man to shoot whenever the opponent was about to turn a corner like himself, so that the patrol could keep a safe and manageable distance from him. Although the streets of the West City were much cleaner than those of the East City, there were many narrow and narrow alleys, and Short was small and quick, and after bringing the patrol soldiers away from the three of them, he took advantage of the paths that the soldiers could not pass through.

After carefully dodging the patrolling soldiers along the way, Short quickly returned to the place where the three mentors had been hiding, but the three in the debris pile were nowhere to be found. Short's heart skipped a beat, and a sense of foreboding came over him, and despite his reluctance, he immediately thought of some bad possibilities, but he quickly forced them down, crouched down, and Short quickly searched for clues about the three of them.

The land in the West Side is all rocky, so it's hard to see the footprints, but by the direction of the dumping of the debris, Short can basically determine the direction in which the three men left. And the lack of blood on the ground means that the three were not harmed, but the mentor is not a reckless person, which means that the three were captured by the patrol!

The Mentor's physical weakness must not be able to go far, and Short concluded that the Mentor must still be nearby, and the patrol team will definitely walk the street if they catch someone, but which street is it that they are walking?

An anxious Short came to the corner of the street and looked left and right, knowing that time was precious now, but if he chose the wrong path, he might lose the chance to rescue his mentor.

Just then he heard several gunshots coming from the street on the right, and although the gunshot did not mean that the mentor was there, Short had to take a gamble for the future.

This time Short finally had a good fortune, and after a short time he saw not only the three mentors, but also the five revolutionary troops, who were exchanging fire with the patrol escorting the mentors.

Seeing this, Short immediately hid by the nearby wall, and after looking around and finding that there were no patrols behind him, he raised his gun and began to provide long-range support for the revolutionaries.

Due to the fact that the patrol was attacked from the enemy, and Short's marksmanship could be described as a hundred shots, the patrol was quickly eliminated by the revolutionary army and Short. During this time, Short advanced while attacking, and soon after the end of the battle, he came to the side of the three mentors, and when the revolutionary army not far from him was about to come and join him, he was suddenly attacked by the reinforcements of the patrol, and the revolutionary army that was the first to approach Short was immediately beaten into a sieve in a volley.

Hearing the gunshots, Short estimated the number of reinforcements, more than thirty people, yes, there were at least thirty people in the patrol that came to help, which was not a number he could eliminate in a short time, and his most important task now was to escort the mentor out of the city safely, to the safe place where the Emperor Gate had specially explained him before the operation.

Looking at the revolutionary army at the end of the street, Short could only grit his teeth, gave up the idea of helping them, and went into the alley on the side of the street to check the surrounding situation, and after Schott turned his head and motioned for the three to hurry up.

The mentor glanced at the revolutionary army in a bitter battle and was helplessly carried away by Carol and Vichy, of course he wanted to live and die with these revolutionary army, but he also knew that now was not the time to be willful, the thirteen or fourteen-year-old Short knew this truth, how could he, a middle-aged man, play with a child's temper.

However, despite the revolutionary forces attracting fire, Short and the others were soon confronted by a large number of patrols, and this time the three mentors had no place to hide, and all they could do was to escape.

Short initially tried to push them back with the magic spear, but soon he noticed that more and more patrols were starting to converge in this direction. In desperation, he had no choice but to take the magic spear behind his back, carry his mentor and take Vichy and Carol to hide in the alley.

After Schott picked up the mentor, the speed of the group naturally increased a lot, but compared to the speed of Short's movement alone, it was not a little slower. In addition, in order to carry his mentor, Short could not shoot to stop the pursuers in the rear, and the group was about to be overtaken by the patrol in the rear.

"Bang" "Bang" "Bang"

Sporadic bullets flew past Short, and he knew that if they continued like this, they would be overtaken by the patrols behind. Passing by a wooden building with a high floor, Short had the whims to pull out his only remaining grenade, pull out the safety bolt, and wait two seconds before throwing the grenade at the wooden building.

"Quick!" Short yelled and quickened his pace, while Vichy and Carol ran as hard as they could, though out of breath.

"Boom", the grenade was successfully thrown at the wooden building by Schott, and after an explosion was heard, one of the walls of the wooden building was blown to pieces, and the wooden building itself fell directly due to the shift of the center of gravity. The wooden building collapsed right behind Schott, and the falling timber killed a patrol who was about to force his way through, while the rest of the patrol was blocked on the other side of the passage.

Short finally breathed a sigh of relief after turning the next corner, now he seemed to have signs of losing his strength, and he could fall to the ground at any moment, but he knew that now was not the time to rest, they had not yet reached a safe place, and if they stopped now, the pursuers behind would soon catch up.

"Put me down. The mentor on Schott's back said suddenly.

"Put me down, Short. The mentor knew that his body was so weak that he could not speak, and in case Short did not hear him, he shouted as loudly as he could in the other person's ear, but his voice was not loud, and his hoarse roar sounded only hoarse.

"Huh, what's wrong Mentor, Huh, it's not yet, ha, when you speak, wait until it's here, ha, safe place, huh, I'll listen to you again. Short gasped as he tried his best.

"I, I, no......" The tutor spat a mouthful of blood on the side of Short's face before he could finish his sentence.

"Huh?" Short felt the wetness on his face and reached out to touch it, "Blood?" Short quickly stopped, and the two girls behind him collapsed to the ground when they saw him stop, they were breathing heavily, unable to say a word.

"I, poof, go, poof, don't, vomit, whatever, command, poof, quick. The tutor said reluctantly, spitting out blood helplessly.

"Ha, Mentor, what's wrong with you, ha. Short looked at his mentor nervously, and suddenly he seemed to remember something, and immediately looked behind his mentor.

At this glance, he was shocked to find that the mentor had been hit by three bullets at some point, two of which hit the mentor in the abdomen and one in the lungs, which is why the mentor vomited blood.

Although this kind of gunshot wound can be treated, the mentor's body can no longer hold on, and the current conditions cannot allow Schott to send the mentor for treatment quickly, which means that the mentor is already dead.

Swallowing his saliva, Short forcibly suppressed his uneasy emotions, he stopped looking at the gunshot wound on his mentor's back, and turned his head to comfort his mentor.

However, the instructor in front of him did not have a painful expression, he just smiled slightly, looked at the sky slightly, there was no look in his eyes, and blood was still dripping from the corners of his mouth. Lowering his head, Short saw the Mentor writing a word on the ground with his own blood, "Go", yes, the Mentor knew that he was hopeless, but Short and Vichy could still walk, they could escape from the city.

Carol looked at this scene with joy and sadness in her eyes, and Vichy looked at this scene with moist eyes, but she couldn't cry, because now she could only keep gasping, she knew that she was about to continue running, and she had to rest as much as possible.

Short gritted his teeth fiercely, clenched his fists tightly, he didn't say a word, but that didn't mean he wasn't in pain, he didn't blame himself, it was just that he understood that the fight continued.