Chapter 1548 The last chance of survival and the last language task
The first floor of the Aka Hospital was on the opposite side of the corridor from the children's rooms. The cradle waited for the sanitary ignition machine and the sewing machine to enter the room, and then slowly closed the door.
At the same time, Edelweiss also placed the only candle in the room for lighting on the desk.
In the dim candlelight that exuded some warmth, the four of them sat down facing each other.
The food placed on this desk was not very rich. Each of the four plates contained a flatbread folded in half, a lump of unknown paste, and a candied date as a dessert.
The only thing that could be regarded as a reward or comfort was the four goblets that came from unknown sources and the wine that had just been filled with edelweiss flowers.
"No matter what happens next, let's have a drink first." Edelweiss put down the kettle that Wei Ran brought to hold the wine, and picked up the cup and suggested.
Hearing this, the other three people picked up their wine glasses one after another, raised them to the middle of the table and touched them together lightly.
After everyone took a sip of the red wine in their glasses, Cradle asked, "What happened on the road? I noticed the landlord's child..."
"Let Dongfeng... let the veterinarian speak."
The sewing machine answered his wife's question in a panic, "I didn't go in, I...I don't know."
After a moment of silence, Wei Ran took another sip of wine, and after taking a long breath, he recounted what happened to the landlord and his family, as well as the identities of the enemies he and the hot air balloon encountered.
"We have to get out of here"
Sewing Machine was restless and said, "It's already obvious that those brainless Falangists will definitely attack the hospital. We..."
"Will the people outside the refugee camp let us leave?" Edelweiss asked the most critical and realistic question.
"Also, how should we take away those children?" said the cradle. "Are the few of us leaving here alone like cowards?"
"No, we...we must at least find a way to leave with the children." Sewing Machine said while holding the wine glass.
"What about you? Do you have any suggestions?" Edelweiss looked at Wei Ran, who was sitting silently beside him.
"I..."
Wei Ran opened his mouth. There will be one last chance to escape the refugee camp tomorrow morning. At that time, refugees will break through the walls of the refugee camp and run to the Gaza hospital located between the two refugee camps.
Perhaps because they did not want to get their feathers dirty, the army that was standing outside did not attack the refugees. For this reason, a considerable number of refugees managed to escape.
Compared to the small group of lucky ones who managed to escape, most of the remaining refugees will face even more bloody killings than tonight after they urgently notify the Falangists to close the loopholes.
"Gaza Hospital"
After a long silence, Wei Ran said, "The only possibility of survival is to leave the refugee camp and go to the Gaza hospital."
"But how to leave?" Edelweiss asked subconsciously.
After trying to open his mouth, Wei Ran saw that he was not blocked by the metal book this time, so he continued, "The period before dawn is the only chance to leave."
"Veterinarian, be specific," Sewing Machine urged.
"The Falangists entered the refugee camp this evening"
Wei Ran carefully considered his words and explained, "After a whole night of killing, they will always be tired. The period before dawn is when they are most relaxed. They must also rest, whether they are looking for a place to build a temporary
Camp, or temporarily evacuate the refugee camp, they always have to rest, and that is us, the only chance for all refugees."
At this point, Wei Ran had no scruples at all, "Break through the refugee camp wall and escape in the direction of the Gaza hospital. I'm lucky... I'm lucky that I can escape. And I guess there's a high chance that there will be armies outside."
They will not shoot at the refugees, they will only notify the Falangists to come and contain them. In other words, if you can escape before the Falangists arrive, you will most likely be safe."
When he finished speaking, the other three people in the room fell silent.
They did not doubt whether Wei Ran's analysis and guess was correct. Instead, they were thinking about more practical issues: how many people could escape in such a short period of time.
"Do we need to organize enough refugees together..."
"I'm afraid not"
Wei Ran rejected Cradle's unfinished proposal with difficulty, "We do not have enough organizational ability and time to organize, and if too many people gather and attract the attention of the Falange, I am afraid that even the only chance will be..."
"So we can only hold on to this only chance of survival?" Edelweiss asked desperately.
"no, I can not."
Wei Ran shook his head, "There must be smart people in the refugee camp, or rather, this is a convergence choice. When the Falangist thugs get tired, and when the gunfire outside stops, the refugees will spontaneously run out."
"I hope so..."
Cradle sighed, knowing that they could not save everyone. At this time of despair and powerlessness, even if it was just for those children to survive, they had to be "selfish".
"Can we bring in some extra wounded?"
Edelweiss persisted and asked, "We have an ambulance. As long as we throw away everything in it, we will definitely be able to..."
"I'm afraid the car can't be driven out."
The sewing machine is far more sober than Edelweiss. "If it is as predicted by the veterinarian, there will be many refugees trying to escape from the refugee camp. Our ambulance will not be able to drive at all, and it will probably become a target because it is too conspicuous. By then, not only
People in the car can't escape, and it will kill people around the car."
"There may still be looting," Cradle sighed, "our car will be annihilated by the refugees."
Hearing this, Edelweiss's face turned pale obviously, all of which she could not possibly consider.
“Let’s eat first”
Wei Ran took the initiative to end the topic, "Then take a good rest."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! The sewing machine glanced at Wei Ran subconsciously, and then looked at each other with his wife beside him, and they tacitly agreed not to continue this topic.
"Are you going out later?" Edelweiss was keenly aware of something.
"I..."
Wei Ran hesitated for a moment, picked up the pie and took a big bite. While chewing, he replied vaguely, "Yes, I need to go out for a while, and at least find out the route to escape the refugee camp."
"You and I..."
Edelweiss stopped mid-sentence, picked up the cup, and said with a big bright smile, "I'll wait for you to come back."
"Cheers," Wei Ran said, picking up the cup and clinking it with the other party, as well as the couple opposite.
After finishing the simple dinner with red wine, Edelweiss personally helped Wei Ran fill the kettle used to hold the red wine with drinking water, and once again stood on tiptoe to give him a passionate kiss that required him to come back alive.
After handing the medical bag he had brought back to the other party, Wei Ran left the first floor of the hospital alone, carrying a kettle filled with water, weapons, and a captured red-watching telescope, and ran out against the shadow of the building.
Hospital.
Wei Ran skillfully walked through the narrow alley and returned to the rented house. After trying to call out the hot air balloon softly a few times to no avail, Wei Ran carefully climbed up to the second floor, which was still filled with the smell of blood.
The hot air balloon is naturally not here. Not only is he not here, but even the SVD has gone. Instead, the SSG69 sniper rifle and matching bullets, as well as a few khat grass, were all hidden under the bed by him.
Obviously, this is a sniper spot reserved for hot air balloons.
Picking up the few pieces of chat grass wrapped in wet towels and looking at them, Wei Ran sighed silently. He knew clearly that hot air balloons were by no means addicts.
He kept these Chat grasses, obviously prepared to fight to the death and die in battle.
He pinched off half a leaf of Chat grass and placed it next to the bed as a signal. Wei Ran simply turned around and left. He also had something to do. Setting out on the escape route was a part, even an insignificant part, to complete the last language task.
The 20 heads are the real deal.
If this language task is given to the Arabic language package, it will definitely play a great role in the future.
Using the cover of surrounding buildings to leave this area that had not yet been touched by the Falangists, Wei Ran followed the sound of gunfire to find a target to kill.
"boom!"
Just as he was hiding in the shadow of a building, a gunshot that almost completely coincided with the sound of a flare taking off came from a four-story building not far away.
Although it is not known whether the shooter was a hot air balloon, the sound of shooting in the distance stopped abruptly after the gunshot.
Looking up at the building where the gunshots were heard again, Wei Ran no longer dodged the rising flares and ran quickly along the street towards the direction where the gunshots had just been heard.
Along the way, corpses in various miserable conditions could be seen almost everywhere, and the air was filled with the pungent smell released when the flares were burning and the rich smell of blood mixed with them.
"Da da da!"
Before he could reach his destination, the sound of shooting, screams and a woman's cry came from the second floor of a house not far away.
Stopping and looking back, Wei Ran glanced at the direction of the building where the hot air balloon might be hiding. He raised his flashlight to send an SOS signal, turned off the flashlight and rushed into the large open space on the first floor of the house.
door.
With the dim light of the flare coming from outside the door, he avoided the bodies of the old man and the child lying on the floor, and quietly climbed up the stairs to the second floor, which was filled with desperate cries and feeble screams.
.
Through the light outside the window, he could clearly see that there was a person on the second floor rummaging through boxes and cabinets looking for something. On the floor, apart from a convulsing man and a child lying in a pool of blood, there were two people near the window.
At the same location, there were two people tearing off the clothes of two women.
"Snapped!"
With the first gunshot, a small metal bug burrowed into the back of the man's head by the window nearest to him.
Before the first shell shell spit out by the Makarov in his hand could hit the ground, Wei Ran had already moved the muzzle of his gun and pulled the trigger towards the enemy who had spotted him in the distance and was about to raise the rifle in his hand.
"Snapped!"
After the second gunshot, the remaining enemy hurriedly held the girl who was about to take off all her clothes in front of his chest, shouting in Arabic that Wei Ran could not understand.
His other hand also subconsciously touched the holster by his leg.
"boom!"
The clear sound of gunfire came from a distance, and the militant who had almost pulled out the TT33 pistol from the holster on his leg also trembled, and the Tianling cover was lifted by the bullet fired from a distance.
The accuracy is pretty good...
Wei Ran muttered to himself, bent down and picked up a robe and handed it to the girl he rescued first. It was indeed a girl, she was probably only sixteen or seventeen years old.
After the girl with a frightened face took over the robe to cover her body, Wei Ran picked up a blanket and handed it to another girl whose face was spattered with blood, and then walked up to the man who was still breathing.
"Sorry, I can't save you." Wei Ran said in French. He really couldn't save the other man. This man looked to be in his forties, and his lungs had been damaged by bullets.
Although he obviously didn't understand what Wei Ran was saying, the man who was about to suffocate stretched out his blood-stained hand with difficulty and touched the bullet casing that had just fallen when Wei Ran fired. He tried his best to look at the two young girls, revealing his
He gave a bright smile that gushed blood, and made a difficult gesture to fire.
With a silent sigh, Wei Ran stood up, decisively turned around and left the building.
After looking around, he took out the flashlight again and flashed a beam of light, then started running again.
Soon after, from the building behind him, two young girls also walked out with guns.
Less than two hundred meters away, in a room of a residential building, a man hiding in the shadows put a leaf of khat grass into his mouth, reciting something in Arabic in a low voice while using the lens of a scope
Chasing Wei Ran's back.
At his feet, there were also some corpses lying on the floor. Among the corpses were old people, children, men and women. There were also three people who were still alive after being shot, but had their tongues cut out and their limbs broken.
The Falangist members were twisting their bodies in pain and refusing to obey orders.
In the scope of the SVD sniper rifle in his hand, Wei Ran was quickly wandering around the refugee camp shrouded in flares like a ghost.
Just like Sewing Machine said back then - this kind of environment is more comfortable for him than standing next to the operating table.
"boom!"
Following another gunshot behind him, Wei Ran rolled forward and hid in a dark doorway on the side of the road.
"Plop!"
Almost at the same time as he stabilized his body, a Falangist corpse fell from above his head and hit the street. In his hand, he was holding an AKM ready to fire.
Less than a second later, he heard shouts in Arabic that he didn't understand coming from above his head, followed by the sound of gunfire.
Standing up and wiping the blood that he had just accidentally stained on his hands, Wei Ran looked up, then got into the door blocked by the corpse next door, and with the help of the flares rising again and again, he went to the second floor and walked slowly and slowly.
The quiet MP5 he brought with him pulled the trigger at the two live treasures who were hiding by the window and shooting alternately.
"Da da da da!"
The slightly hoarse low sound of shooting ended, and the two Falangists shivered and stopped moving. Wei Ran also felt as if he had been hit with a sap for a long time. He fell softly on his feet and fell to the blood-stained floor, covering his head.
Resisting the feeling of brain failure that he thought would never happen again.
After about half a minute, Wei Ran stood up unsteadily, then held on to the table and vomited out his dinner with a "vomit" sound.
Wiping his mouth randomly, he took out the kettle and took a sip of water that still smelled of red wine, rinsed his mouth, spit it out and walked to the side of the two corpses.
After briefly flipping over the weapons on their bodies, Wei Ran pushed the two men out of the window one by one.
"Plop! Plop!"
Along with the sound of two heavy objects falling to the ground, Wei Ran took out the flashlight again and shook it quickly.
After shaking his still dizzy brain, Wei Ran quickly went downstairs and left. This time, not long after he walked along the street, he heard a woman desperately begging to let her husband go - she
It was in Arabic, Arabic that Weiran could understand.
“I don’t know if I can be rewarded with an extra language pack for over-fulfilling the task...”
Wei Ran murmured in his mind, raised his gun, and pulled the trigger at a Falangist who was leading a man with a gun toward the street!
"Snapped!"
Amid the inconspicuous gunshots, the Falange member's feet simply went limp and stopped moving. The man he was escorting also paused for a brief moment before bending down to pick up the opponent's weapon and rushing back home.
"Da da da!"
Almost as soon as Wei Ran was about to run over, fierce firefights and screams came from that house, and from other surrounding houses, spears escorting "sinners" emerged one after another.
Party militants!
broken...
Wei Ran, who quickly hid back to his original position, felt his heart sinking. The shot he just shot had stirred up a hornet's nest!
