Chapter three hundred and seventy nine hopeless escape
"Is there really no problem with the third boss? Will that fool Shi Dazhu believe what we say?"
"Stop talking nonsense, just follow me! If you can't die, I can still make you rich and prosperous!"
Zhang Wanquan cursed the person who asked the question angrily. In fact, he himself had no idea. But he had already come this far. Is there any way to turn back?
They had no choice but to go on, whether they would live or die. Everyone was walking on the small road, which was far away from the battlefield. Along the way, they did not meet the soldiers of the Sixth Division, nor did they meet their former companions.
But everyone's heart is heavy. They want to meet the people of the Sixth Division quickly, but they are also afraid of meeting the people of the Sixth Division. Such contradictory mentality is like a pair of shackles, locking everyone's legs and feet.
stand up.
As a result, Zhao San and Qi Wu, who were tied up, could barely keep up. Qi Wu seemed to have accepted his fate and lowered his head dejectedly, as if his soul had been taken away.
"Do you want to live or die?"
A subtle voice filled Qi Wu's ears like a magic sound. Qi Wu opened his eyes and looked blankly at the people around him, but did not find the speaker.
Qi Wu lowered his head and said mockingly: "The auditory hallucinations have appeared. It seems that I am close to death..."
Before he finished speaking, the voice sounded again. Qi Wu suddenly turned his head and looked at Zhao San behind him. He was now extremely sure that the voice just came from Zhao San's mouth.
"TMD! Get out of here!"
Qi Wu froze on the spot and blocked the people behind him. He was kicked and staggered two steps forward. Fortunately, he did not fall to the ground.
However, he did not dare to look back. He could only move his steps slowly and lower his voice as low as possible, "I want to live, what can you do?"
Qi Wu originally thought that his voice was quiet enough, but the bandits around him still heard him and hit him on the head with the butt of a rifle. He was immediately shot and fell to the ground.
"Why did you hit him?"
The whole team stopped immediately, and Zhang Wanquan frowned and stopped the man. The bandit took back his gun angrily, kicked Qi Wu, and spat on Qi Wu and said: "
This kid is dishonest and wants to run away!"
Zhang Wanquan sighed, understood, and did not blame his brother. After all, everyone is under tremendous pressure now, and it is not unforgivable to do something outrageous.
"Okay, just keep a close eye on him. It's okay if he is beaten to death. If he is injured, will you carry him on your back?"
Zhang Wanquan scolded me lightly, and the bandit didn't retort. He just muttered a few curse words, "You told me that I can make a lot of money by following you. Now the money is
I didn’t see it, and I almost lost my life. What the hell is this?”
"Can you say that again!"
Zhang Wanquan was already feeling uncomfortable, but after he complained like this, he immediately became angry and pointed a gun at the man's head.
"What I said, I told the truth. I was in Shuizhai, where I enjoyed the hot food and drank spicy food. If you hadn't deceived me, I would be like this now."
"When it comes to sharing money, I never lost a penny to you! Now it's your turn to work hard, you are just making irresponsible remarks here! Big head, you still have to have some conscience when you speak and behave!"
I don't know whether it was because Zhang Wanquan had a gun pointed at his head, or because he was really short of hands, but his big head was stammering and speechless.
Fortunately, someone ran out at this time, suppressed Zhang Wanquan's hand, stood between the two of them and tried to smooth things over: "You two calm down, we are all grasshoppers on the same rope now. It's so noisy.
If you look red in the face, you won't look good in the future."
With someone to persuade him to make peace, Zhang Wanquan stepped down, put away his gun, and coldly snorted: "Let's go!"
After saying that, he took the lead and walked forward. Big Head was still angry. Seeing Qi Wu still lying on the ground pretending to be dead, he jumped up and kicked Qi Wu and shouted at Qi Wu: "Why the hell are you still pretending to be dead?"
At that time, believe it or not, I will kill you!"
Qi Wu was kicked by Big Head, but he still lay motionless on the ground with his eyes closed, as if he had fainted. But Big Head didn't believe it, and firmly believed that Qi Wu was faking, and was about to bend down to pull Qi Wu away.
He stood up, but was pushed by the person behind him.
"He has passed out, do you still want to kill him?" Zhao San said to the big head angrily.
Big Head never expected that a prisoner would not only dare to touch him, but also scold him. Blood rushed to his head, and he raised his gun and pointed it at Zhao San.
"Are you fucking crazy?"
Zhang Wanquan rushed over in time and snatched Big Head's gun away. Big Head was already swallowed up by anger. He pushed hard and Zhang Wanquan shouted: "Don't stop me, I must be beaten to death today."
He can't!"
There was a bang of a gunshot, and blood splattered all over him. It was not Zhao San who fell, but Big Head. Zhang Wanquan spat at Big Head's body and said, "Listen up, these two people are
Our life-saving talisman! Big Brain wants to kill him, and he just wants to kill us together. There is nothing I can do."
Although everyone knew that Zhang Wanquan was right, no matter how he explained it, Big Head was his brother who had gone through life and death, and he was killed by him like this. Everyone's heart was cast with a shadow, but he just didn't say it out loud.
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Zhang Wanquan ordered the remaining people to bury the big-headed body, and called someone to carry Qi Wu who had fainted. Zhao San suddenly stood up and said to Zhang Wanquan: "I used to learn
With some medical skills, maybe he can be awakened."
Looking at Zhao San's thin appearance and calm look on his face, Zhang Wanquan couldn't help but feel a sense of vigilance in his heart, and directly waved his hand and refused: "No, let's go."
"You have to think clearly, he only hurt his head. It's been a bumpy ride, and he might die at some point!"
Zhao San's words undoubtedly hit Zhang Wanquan's weakness. The bandits also stopped and looked at Zhang Wanquan, asking for his opinion.
Now Zhao San and Qi Wu are their last life-saving charms. If Qi Wu really dies, the chance of survival will be reduced by half.
Zhang Wanquan thought for a moment, frowned and said, "Don't play any tricks!"
Zhao San shrugged helplessly and said with a wry smile: "There are so many of you and so many guns. What tricks can I, a weak scholar, do?"
These words relieved Zhang Wanquan's worries a little, and he said to a person: "Let him go."
After Zhao San was loosened, he rubbed his wrists, squatted next to Qi Wu, held Qi Wu's head with both hands and looked at it, and then suddenly whispered something in a low voice.
