Gou'er's father was so frightened that he broke into a sweat just now. This old immortal uncle was really powerful. His chest didn't even rise and fall just now. If he hadn't been careful, he would have killed him with one shot.

Gou'er's father was so angry that he couldn't let go, so he turned to his uncle's corpse. He couldn't stay in Beiping City any longer. If the wound suppurated on the way, he would have lost an arm.

Gou'er looked at where his father was venting his anger. He only thought about when his father would finish venting so that he could take out all the money. In particular, he wanted to know if he was the only one who sold all the orbs.

Seeing that the dog not only didn't stop, but also became more and more enthusiastic, he could only step forward to stop it and said: "Dad, it's done! We have to get out of here quickly!"

The dog's father was breathing heavily, knowing in his heart that this place was no longer safe and he had to leave quickly. He kicked the dog hard again and signaled the dog to quickly take away all the belongings of the uncle.

The dog lay on the uncle's body and rummaged hard, and finally found the orb. His father probably also had some beads on him. When selling the orbs, he sold the most beads, but the money had to be divided equally.

The more I thought about it, the angrier I became, and I spat a thick mouthful of phlegm into Uncle Clan's face.

When Gou'er's father saw that Gou'er didn't take out the bullets from his uncle's body, he said, "Take out all the bullets. If the bullets are gone, the gun in your hand will really become a fire stick!"

Gou'er saw his father wrapping his uncle's and clan uncle's guns into a long strip and carrying them on his back. He counted all the things to make sure nothing was left behind.

The dog opened the door cautiously and looked around the streets.

Wang Wenwu, who was hiding, was a little tired of waiting. He didn't know whether a sentence was true or not, and suddenly it was spinning in his head.

Perhaps many people have experienced waiting, and waiting is a long time for everyone. For those who wait, time passes very slowly; for those who are afraid, time passes quickly; in grief

For those who love, time feels long, for those who enjoy it, time feels short, but for those who have love in their hearts, time is eternity. (William Shakespeare)

Wang Wenwu believes that the reason why waiting feels so long is because when waiting, people cannot see the hope ahead, do not know what will come to you in the future, and do not know whether the people or things you are waiting for will come.

There won't be that joy, there will be joy and desire in the joy, and at the same time, there will also be uncertainty and sadness in the waiting that I face.

I believe that most people hate waiting. The process of waiting will be very boring and make you feel overwhelmed. When you wait alone, your eyes will show dullness after a long time. You can't see where you are waiting.

to hope.

The above is a short essay that Wang Wenwu wrote in his mind while waiting for Gou'er and his group to appear. As the boss of the Belarusian escort, Wang Wenwu decided to move in the direction of being serious and telling the truth after giving up on knowing the full names of everyone in the team.

But no matter how much Wang Wenwu longed to be a good platoon leader, the core of liberal arts students made Wang Wenwu not suitable to be a good platoon leader, especially after the death of sixteen soldiers.

Wang Wenwu then set the combat targets, and Preston was responsible for the specific tasks. Fortunately, although Preston's Chinese accent was not small, the meaning was still understandable.

The last gunshot was heard, and Wang Wenwu looked at Preston, "Is this a shot fired by our people?"

As a veteran with rich combat experience, Preston knew exactly how many guns and what kind of guns were used as long as he heard the sound of gunshots.

Wang Wenwu privately asked other members of the White Russian guard whether everyone would become proficient after staying on the battlefield for a long time.

But I didn’t expect that everyone really knows how to do it, especially listening to the impact of artillery shells.

Preston shook his head and said: "It wasn't the gunfire from our people, it was from the yard!"

Wang Wenwu thought for a moment and asked, "Are you refilling your gun?"

Preston said: "Maybe, the winner hasn't been decided yet!"

Preston could see that Wang Wenwu was impatient with waiting, so he continued: "Boss, how about we rush in, and their fire will come down, and we will

You can definitely take it without any damage!"

Wang Wenwu thought for a while, then waved his hand and said: "We are the only ones here, just wait!"

Preston said: "It seems that they are in a stalemate, and it is very likely that there will be no results until the evening! If this drags on, it may really attract the attention of others!"

What Preston said makes sense. Both parties inside should not dare to move now. They can only wait until dark before taking action. Wang Wenwu cannot wait that long. Just when Wang Wenwu agreed to Preston's attack.

The person in charge of surveillance said: "В. (Come out.)"

Preston asked: "ль? (How many people?)"

"В-пвы,эыллдчлв (one, a young man)"

When they heard that it was a young man, Preston and Wang Wenwu were confused. Was he pretending to be a pig to eat the tiger, or was he born ruthless? He seemed to be a ruthless person!

While Preston and Wang Wenwu were sighing, the person in charge of the surveillance said: "д,дгдгв3,ы,дпв,ыл,лыпл. (Not one, there is a middle-aged man behind him. He seems to be injured. On his arm.

Wrapped with thick strips of cloth.)"

It seems that the final winners are these two people.

The dog looked around, maybe because of the gunshots just now, there was no one alive. Only the heads that occasionally popped out of the door were checking the situation in the alley. As soon as something went wrong, they all hid away.

of.

Everyone saw someone coming out of the yard where the gunshots came from, and suddenly the head disappeared. After making sure that there was no problem, the dog's father walked out of the door.

Because of the injury to my arm, I can no longer use the gun in my hand. The feeling of injury is getting colder and colder. I don’t know if I can still have this hand when I find the doctor!

The dog said: "Dad, there is no one on the road!"

The dog's father also looked at it, nodded, and left quickly. He looked at his hand that was a little white and said that when he walked far away, he would have to see a doctor first, hoping that the hand could be saved.
Chapter completed!