"That's not necessarily."

“How to say it?”

"Don't forget that the Malenko people are now following the priests. Although I don't know his abilities, the effect of the snake group attacks may not be very good.

By the way, get this."

Yang Mu seemed to remember something suddenly, took out a horse-shaped wood carving from his pocket and handed it to Mixue Qingchuan.

"What's the purpose of this?"

“If you’re going to evacuate, find a way to ignite it.

Here is my witchcraft blessing, which can help you speed up your escape. Well, if I hold that priest back then, if you have this thing in your hands, those Marinko people will never catch up with you. Its effectiveness is two hours, and I believe two hours will be enough to help you get rid of Marinko people. Sister Meixue, I wish you good luck."

There is a warm feeling in my heart.

Miyuki Haruka only felt her nose a little sore.

Since she left her hometown, she has never tasted the taste of being cared for.

In a city full of traps and intrigues everywhere in Tokyo, she had learned to protect herself. Even Suzuki and Kimura's two partners were using each other in the end. When Suzuki and Kimura died, she was indeed a little excited. However, that kind of excitement was more of a sad feeling of a rabbit's death, rather than a care.

Yang Mu, this big boy who seemed to care about nothing, was even a little cold and murderous, gave Mixue Qingchuan a long-lost intimacy. She opened her mouth and whispered after a while: "Thank you!"

"Here you come!"

"ah?"

"I mean, they're here!"

While Yang Mu was talking, he hid his body behind a rock with a cat.

Miyuki Haruka took a deep breath, hid sideways in a crack in a rock, squinted his eyes and looked into the distance.

It was already past four o'clock in the morning, and the stars were a little dim.

The moon hid in the thick clouds, and the Ningba Mountains could not see any fingers.

A sound of footsteps broke the tranquility of Ningba Mountain. Soon, many torches appeared at the end of the mountain road, like a fire snake, moving rapidly along the mountain road.

Mixue Harukawa has also seen the world. Although she is only twenty years old, she has killed many people and experienced many dangers and even incredible things. But now, she still feels a little nervous. The chaotic footsteps are getting closer and closer, and she finds that her palms are already covered in sweat at some point. She stretches out her hand and puts a hand on her chest.

She secretly looked at a rock not far behind her, and Yang Mu hid behind the rock.

"one two three……"

Miyuki Haruka's originally nervous mood suddenly felt much more relaxed. She listened while counting silently.

When she counted to 105, she saw her raise her gun and pull the trigger.

Miyuki Harukawa used a Fmas F1 assault rifle. This gun participated in the Chad and Gulf Wars, and withstood the test and had good performance. After the Gulf War, many African countries identified the Fmas rifle as a standard weapon for the army. Especially French-speaking African countries such as Seyarion and Côte d'Ivoire.

Dada, dadada!

Miyuki Harukawa is indeed a good gunman. In the dark, she half-kneeled under the rock, and then a series of rhythmic shootings. Orange-red fire lights spewed out of the muzzle, bullets slashing through the night and hitting the target accurately.

Twenty-five bullets were shot in the blink of an eye.

Nearly ten Malinko soldiers fell into a pool of blood...

The wailing sounds and the sound of help echoed in the night sky. Mixue Qingchuan's face was expressionless, and she flashed back to the cracks of the rock, and then quickly changed to the magazine. At the same time, Yang Mu also shot behind the rock. However, his accurate head was far inferior to Mixue Qingchuan's shooting, and the gunshots seemed very messy and rapid.

But it doesn't matter. There are many people on the mountain road. Yang Mu shot all over the bullets and shot five or six soldiers.

"Breaking back, fight back!"

The soldiers of Malinko who were suddenly attacked lay on the mountain road and shot and fought back.

In the dark night, bullets were seen pulling through the sky, hitting the rocks, and sparks splashed everywhere. After changing the magazine, Mixue Haruka squatted down again, and shot at the Marinko soldiers on the mountain road. After firing all the bullets, she pulled a grenade from her waist and threw it towards the mountain road. She heard a bang and exploded, and flesh and blood flew everywhere.

Taking advantage of the explosion of the flames, Miyuki Haruka took a chance and rolled to the other side of the mountain road, leaning behind the rock to exchange for bullets.

"Yang Jun, change your seat."

Yang Mu quickly rushed out from behind the rock and hid next to another stone.

The Malinko bullets roared and hit the place where Qingchuan Meixue was hiding. Several grenades were thrown to the place where Yang Mu was hiding before, and a series of explosions filled the smoke. Yang Mu hid behind the rocks, gasped for two breaths, and suddenly laughed.

"Yang Jun, why are you laughing at?"

In the fire, Yang Mu's smile can be clearly seen from the seat where Miyuki Qingchuan is.

"I didn't expect the gunfight was quite exciting. Aesthetic sister, I suddenly became interested in shooting. It turned out to be so fun!"

"The ** is a psychopath."

Mixue Harukawa couldn't help but curse, and then lay on the rock, and there was a gunshot.

Some people think gunfights are fun?

But after thinking about it again, it seemed normal... Yang Mu was not an ordinary person at all. No matter what he practiced, he was destined to be unable to live a quiet life for ordinary people. Perhaps, he is the most suitable person for this kind of scene.

Mixue Harukawa changed his seat and hid behind the stone to stand.

A thought suddenly arose in her mind and shouted loudly: "Yang Jun, let's join forces, what do you think?"

While Yang Mu was shooting, his head became more and more accurate and his movements became more and more standardized.

As his shooting became proficient for a period of time, he actually began to have his own rhythm, and his lethality increased.

"Do a partner? What does it mean?"

boom!

A grenade exploded not far from Qingchuan Meixue, which made her ears buzz.

"What did you say?"

"You didn't just say that you were a partner, what did you do with a partner?"

"I mean we work together and be partners, how about it?"

"Do you cooperate to be a thief?"

"Oh, that's about that."

The two of them said, constantly changing seats, fighting and retreating.

This is the first time Yang Mu and Mixue Qingchuan have worked together. But for some reason, the two have a tacit understanding and they actually complement each other.

Before they knew it, the two retreated to a fork.

One road at this fork is the way to the canyon, which is the way to retreat by Pei Tiejun and others; the other road leads to the mountain.

"Why hasn't that priest appeared yet?"

Yang Mu fired all the bullets in the magazine and jumped into a ditch.

Miyuki Harukawa threw out the last grenade on his body. With a rumbling sound, three Malinko soldiers were blown away and flesh and blood were flying everywhere.

"I guess I'm waiting for you to show up."

Miyuki Harukawa yelled at the top of his throat, and then changed into a magazine.

"Yang Jun, I only have two magazines left."

“I have one left.”

"What should I do?"

"You retreat, walk the road behind me, I'll cover it... After reaching the top of the mountain, you look south and there is a small road. Following that road, you will have a detour, but you can also reach the border. That road is very secret, please be careful."

"What about you?"

"I want to meet that priest."

Mixue Qingchuan is a very decisive woman. After hearing Yang Mu's words, she was not pretentious and nodded immediately. She continued to stay and would undoubtedly become a burden to Yang Mu. The battle between Yang Mu and the priest was not something she could intervene. Moreover, it would be easier for Yang Mu to escape alone. If she brought her again, it would be troublesome.

"Sister Meixue!"

"What's up?"

Mixue Qingchuan was about to leave when she suddenly heard Yang Mu calling her behind her.

Yang Mu laughed, and in the fire, his smile still had a bit of innocence, which made Mixue Qingchuan feel thrilled.

"I will think about the matter of partnering."

Qingchuan Meixue's nose felt sore, and tears rolled in her eyes.

"Yang Jun, you have to take care of yourself... I will wait for you to come back, and we will work together at that time."

"Take care too."

After Yang Mu finished speaking, he flashed out and raised his gun and fired wildly. After a magazine was exhausted, he suddenly threw the gun to the side, and focused his mind, like a bolt of lightning moving in the rain of bullets, and a crescent moon flew out of his hand.

"Witchcraft, die from the lower string!"

The crescent moon lightning shot out, and the Maricor soldiers who rushed in the front were killed by Yuelun.

Yang Mu's figure rushed into the crowd like a ghost like a ghost. A sharp dagger appeared in his hand, and the cold light was dancing, and a bunch of blood was sprayed in the fire, turning into a mass of blood mist in the air.

"Mr. Yang, take care of yourself!"

Qingchuan Meixue was red with her eyes, shouting at Yang Mu's back, then turned her head and ran away along the path...
Chapter completed!