As soon as Han Baihang ran away, the men at the bottom of the mountain chased him wildly. Song Weizhou, who was lying on the ground, pushed himself up, pointed at Han Baihang's back and shouted: "Shoot quickly, we must catch him!"
Han Baihang heard it clearly in his ears. He hurriedly pounced to the right while running, and several bullets hit the place where he had just stood. Seeing that there were woods more than ten meters ahead, Han Baihang lowered his head and walked away, regardless of the situation.
Rushed over.
"Bah bang bang!"
The bullet whizzed past his ears, and Han Baihang's heart was in his throat. Just when he was about to take a step into the woods, his back suddenly went numb, and a ball of blood spattered out. He paused,
Plunged into the woods.
With the cover of the woods, Han Baihang no longer worried about the random gunshots behind him. The pain in his back slowed down his pace. At this time, the big men behind him were already shouting at him. He gritted his teeth and quickened his pace.
"Leave me alone and leave quickly."
Ding Qingyao's internal organs were displaced due to the bump on Han Baihang's shoulder, and when she saw the bleeding wound on Han Baihang's back, she said with tears.
"Fart, I don't have the habit of leaving women behind!" Han Baihang was already sweating profusely. He was struggling to carry a person weighing 100 kilograms while running, and the wound on his back was causing severe pain with every step he took.
The spirit of the stock is strong.
"Let me tell you...who did Xu Wangtang offend?" Han Baihang asked through gritted teeth. The bullets fired from behind hit the trees on the left and right. This was not like a kidnapping, it was obviously a matter of life or death.
Ding Qingyao gasped: "I don't know either!"
Han Baihang stopped talking. He suddenly saw a wall more than three meters high at the end of the pine forest. He screamed in his heart. If he had to wait for a while, he would climb over the wall as if he were on the ground. But now he not only brings a burden, but also suffers from it.
He was injured. If someone behind him catches up, he may not be able to save his life.
He gritted his teeth, rushed to the corner of the wall, put Ding Qingyao on his neck, and said urgently: "Quickly step on my shoulders and climb over the wall."
Ding Qingyao asked: "What about you!"
"Their target is you!" Han Baihang stood up and lifted her up. At this time, the big men behind him had already caught up. Seeing Ding Qingyao about to cross the wall, a burst of gunshots came over. The bullets hit the wall and splashed.
The debris hit her face and stung, Ding Qingyao exclaimed, her legs and feet went weak and fell down again.
"Holy shit!"
Han Baihang's nose was crooked with anger. The men he saw were already approaching. He let out a roar from his throat. He gathered all the strength in his back and arched upwards. He only heard a exclamation and the huge force knocked Ding Qingyao flying over him.
She fell onto the wall and let out a cry of pain.
"Run quickly, the further away the better!" Han Baihang shouted to Ding Qingyao, then he turned around calmly, looked at the men approaching, and asked: "Who are you?"
"Don't talk nonsense to him, kill him and bring him back!" A short, fat man raised the Mauser box cannon in his hand and pulled the trigger on him without saying a word.
Han Baihang dodged, pulled out a Browning pistol from the hem of his shirt, and fired at the men. The Browning pistol loaded with thirteen rounds was far more powerful than a box gun in a close-range firefight. The men at the front were immediately killed.
The bullets were knocked over. Seeing how fierce Han Baihang was, the others quickly spread out and fought back.
Han Baihang's tactical skills played a huge role at this time. He jumped and crouched from time to time, looking for the best terrain to cover and counterattack. On the other hand, there were more men, but they all stood around and fired, and their marksmanship was also poor.
Normally, after a crackling fight, seven or eight men fell down, but Han Baihang was not injured at all. However, his injury became more serious after some distance exercise, and half of his body became numb from the pain.
"Pop!"
Han Baihang put on the last magazine and fired a fan-shaped burst at the men. He rolled and hid behind a big pine tree. He silently counted the bullets and the number of men outside. His heart sank to the bottom. Once he ran out of bullets,
There was only one way for him to die. At this time, he gritted his teeth and glanced at the wall. The only way to survive was to climb over the wall, but he really had no strength and no confidence that he could climb over. The open space in front of the wall was unobstructed.
On the way over the wall, he is a living target and will most likely be shot.
There was another burst of fierce gunfire, and the pine tree he was hiding in was riddled with holes. Looking at the gap between the exchanges of fire, he leaned out and knocked down a man who was trying to get close to him with two shots, but then there was an even fiercer burst.
A rain of bullets hit him, making him unable to move. He keenly heard the sound of rustling footsteps approaching him!
At the critical moment of life and death, he jumped to his wits and threw the Browning in his hand towards the men, shouting: "Try my grenade!"
The men outside saw a black object flying over and heard Han Baihang shouting for a grenade. They were frightened and hurriedly fled. Taking advantage of this gap, Han Baihang suddenly ran out from behind the pine tree and rushed towards the wall.
"Fake!"
Someone looked closely and saw clearly that the grenade turned out to be a gun, and knew that they had been deceived. Then they saw that Han Baihang had already run to the corner and hurriedly raised his gun to shoot.
"ah!"
Han Baihang screamed and his muscles all over his body tensed up. He jumped up to a height of more than one meter. He climbed onto the wall with his hands, tapped his feet on the wall to use force, and flew over the wall in the next second.
The bullets fired a stream of smoke on the wall.
"Let this kid run away, hurry up and chase him!" the men roared angrily.
Han Baihang's four-legged horse fell heavily to the ground. The fall was unclear. He remained motionless for three seconds before stumbling up. He coughed and glanced around and found small and small footprints. He knew that Ding Qingyao came from
He walked in this direction and hurriedly chased after him.
Just after he ran a few dozen meters, the men behind him climbed over the wall one after another, saw his figure and chased after him.
Han Baihang cursed secretly and had no choice but to continue running. At this time, the wound on his back no longer hurt and was filled with numbness, as if a cold wind was pouring into it. As he ran, his body became colder and colder, and his steps became colder and colder.
The feeling became heavier and heavier, and his eyelids became heavier and heavier. Finally, his legs and feet became weak and he fell to the ground. He only heard the last sharp and concerned voice: "Han Baihang..."
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As soon as Ding Qingyao climbed over the wall, she heard the sound of fierce gunfire coming from inside. Tears burst into her eyes. She was not like ordinary women who would just cry and yell in critical moments. She knew that the most important thing at this time was to escape quickly and find reinforcements.
Otherwise, it would be a waste of the opportunity that Han Baihang gave her with his life. She endured her grief and ran in the right direction.
But she was a woman after all, and she didn't understand geography. The place she walked happened to be in the opposite direction to Hongfa Temple. She ran for who knows how long, but she felt that she was surrounded by dense forests. She couldn't help but slow down. At this moment, she was far away.
Seeing a group of more than ten burly men walking out of the forest, she intuitively felt that these people were not good people. They exuded coldness and cruelty, so she ran back.
It was a good thing that she didn't run away, but those tough men suddenly chased her and caught her like an eagle catching a chick. After catching them, they saw her beautiful appearance, disheveled hair, and pale face, and they suddenly became lustful.
, a group of people stared at her pretty face, their throats couldn't help but squirm.
"Master Marquis, I want 30% less of the stuff, so I'll give this girl to me." One of the tall, thin men opened his yellow teeth and said to one of the middle-aged men with a deer-headed and rat-brained head.
