The rain in May went as quickly as it came. Just as Instructor Qi walked to the other side of the town with water all over his body despite the heavy rain, the rain gradually became sparse. Instructor Qi endured the pain in his feet and quickened his pace.
.
It would be difficult to get out of the town safely without using the rain to block the sight of the gangsters.
However, as he was walking, he suddenly seemed to be restrained by a body. He could no longer take steps, his breathing became rapid, and his eyes stared straight at something on the ground.
It was half a piece of noodle cake that someone had dropped on the ground. Although it had been soaked in the rain for a while and there was some muddy water on the pancake, at this moment it was like the most delicious food in the world, which completely attracted Instructor Qi.
attention.
At this time, he was extremely hungry and had long forgotten the dangers around him. His mind went blank, his Adam's apple was surging up and down, as if the wonderful aroma of the flatbread had drifted into his nostrils, and he only paused for a short while.
He walked straight to the piece of cake that had been soaked until it was soft and loose, bent down and carefully picked it up with both hands, for fear of missing a small piece. Then, regardless of the mud and water on it, he held it to his mouth and ate it.
At this moment, he could no longer care about anything outside himself. He just savored the sweetness of the noodles. When he swallowed, he couldn't help but let out a comfortable moan. In just a blink of an eye, he took the cake in his hand.
Eat the soft dough cakes cleanly, even the little crumbs stuck to your hands.
Just when he was enjoying this rare comfort with his eyes closed, a crisp child's voice called him back to reality.
"That's my pie."
Hearing the sound, what caught Instructor Qi's eyes was a little boy standing under the eaves of a house on the street, staring at him angrily with a pair of big round eyes and a flushed face.
Looking at this little boy, he is only 5 or 6 years old. He is wearing a blue pullover and the small cloth shoes under his feet are stained with mud. It seems that he does not come from a poor family.
"This is my pancake, you ate my pancake."
When he said this, his big black eyes were filled with mist. Somehow, instructor Qi looked at those big, clean eyes without any impurities. He felt a little ashamed for no reason, and his mouth moved.
He moved, but he couldn't say anything, he just grinned awkwardly.
"Wow!" The little boy burst into tears. Although he was small but full of energy, his cries echoed above the street through the sparse sound of rain.
Instructor Qi felt bad. He was afraid that this little ancestor would draw attention to himself if he cried loudly, so he strode forward, silently praying in his heart that no one would notice him, never...
"Stop, what did you do?"
A man's loud shout immediately stopped all Instructor Qi's thoughts. Apparently, the little boy's family heard the child's cry and came out to check on the situation.
If it was normal, he would naturally stop and explain that he just picked up the cake that someone else dropped on the ground and ate it. It was neither stealing nor robbing. At most, he was scolded a few times.
But things are different now. Once noticed by gang members, it is a place of death without burial.
Without thinking about it at the moment, I ignored the yelling and cursing of the man behind me and ran away.
Instructor Qi turned around and looked back as he ran, and saw two men in black running out of the street. "Oops!" Instructor Qi knew something was wrong and must have been discovered.
Sure enough, this time it was not the man who shouted to stop this time, but several people shouting, and they started to chase him through the rain.
Instructor Qi was so frightened that he ran quickly, and the muddy water splashed on the ground covered his face.
After finally running out of the town, the shouts coming from behind were getting closer and closer, and at this time the wounds on his feet were getting more and more painful. Instructor Qi did not dare to run on the road anymore, and walked directly to the road next to him.
The path turned in.
At this time, the gunshot he had been worried about came from behind him. "Bang!" At the sound of the gunshot, he felt a scream passing through his left side.
But instructor Qi was from the military after all. After hearing the first gunshot, he started running in different directions. He was not very worried about being hit by bullets because he wanted to hit someone dozens of meters in front of him with his pistol while running.
The goal of regular sports is very difficult. What he is worried about is that if he loses his strength and is eventually overtaken, he will be dead.
Just as Instructor Qi was running for his life, a few hundred meters ahead of him, a group of hundreds of soldiers whose clothes were also soaked by rain were running at a medium speed.
This unit is actually two companies of the Second Detachment of the Central Party Headquarters Training Corps that are undergoing physical training.
After hearing the gunshots in front, the team stopped. The leading figures quickly took off the rifles on their backs and set up a cordon 100 meters ahead. However, the team behind them was stopped by an officer.
After uttering a sign, they immediately spread out to both sides and squatted down.
It turns out that because the weapons from Taiyuan have not yet been shipped to Nanjing, the soldiers of the second detachment have not yet been issued weapons, and they all carry out physical training after loading stones and bricks in their backpacks.
But Zhou Wen didn't dare to be careless. Every time the second team's company came out for training, at least one group of brothers from the first team were fully armed to protect them along the way to prevent any accidents from happening.
Today, Zhou Wen happened to be leading the team. When he heard the gunshots in front, he asked Zhang Xiaoping to lead two people forward for surveillance and investigation. He, Ti Jing and Tieniu guarded the front and left and right sides of the team with guns.
At this time, the battlefield qualities of the veterans of the second detachment were revealed. There were nearly 400 officers and soldiers in the two companies. Although all of them were bare-handed, no one was panicking. They all squatted quietly with their voices down, and their eyes were watching.
Zhou Wen, waiting for his order.
Zhou Wen called Liu Afu, the commander of the third company, in sign language. He pulled out the Colt M1911 pistol from his waist and handed it to him, signaling him to stay on guard.
Then he ran forward with the semi-automatic rifle in his hand.
At this time, Zhang Xiaoping had already spotted Instructor Qi running staggeringly in the distance. Of course, in Zhang Xiaoping's eyes, he was just a beggar with handicapped legs and feet. It was strange that a beggar provoked so many people to chase him, and Zhang Xiaoping had already
You can clearly see the pistols and daggers in the hands of the men in black.
Zhang Xiaoping did not speak rashly, but just gestured to Sanwa next to him in sign language. He saw Sanwa put the gun on his back, hunched over and walked along the roadside.
At this time, Instructor Qi had almost run out of energy. If he hadn't eaten half a pancake to cushion his foundation, he might have been caught up by the gangsters behind him, but now he was completely exhausted.
The instinct to survive was driving his numb legs.
Just as he struggled to turn his head to look at the pursuers behind him, he was suddenly thrown to the ground by a black figure from the side.