Chapter 789

"I ask you, what did you have before you joined this team? If it wasn't for this team, where are you now? Now you criticize and sarcasm each other, just because you don't lack anything in recent years. You won't feel lonely and helpless any more, so you have the courage to get out of here. I'm really happy for you." Li Qing sneered, "the old man once said that the more scarred ghosts are, the more they like to hurt people. This sentence is really good now."

After taking a breath, Li Qing nodded and turned to pick up his backpack: "those who want to leave the team, let's go now. We've gone far enough together. There's no need to drag each other down."

Li Qing said and went out of the cave.

The remaining five people were silent for a while. They packed up their things silently and went out with Li Qing. Everyone knows that at this time, no one will leave abruptly. But at the same time, they also understand that some cracks are destined to be irreparable, and this team can't go too far.

Zhong Ruoxi saw Li Qing come out and asked faintly, "is it finished?"

It's still raining outside. It's wet everywhere. Li Qing stared at the narrow mountain road ahead and narrowed his eyes slightly: "they will accompany me through the last journey. My heart has dispersed and can't stick."

"Let's go." Li Qing breathed out and walked forward, while the others followed in silence. On the narrow mountain road, they lined up in a long line, but they looked scattered.

After walking some way forward, I stood on the hillside and looked down. I unexpectedly saw the low grass houses scattered in the distance and shadowed in the rain.

"It's really inhabited around here." Shi Yinghui's face changed, and then pointed in another direction. "The local people in Xilong are not easy to deal with. We'd better make a detour from here and don't go directly through the residential area."

Li Qing discussed with Zhong Ruoxi, adopted Shi Yinghui's suggestion, changed direction, and planned to bypass the village under the hillside.

After walking for more than 20 minutes, Li Qing suddenly stopped, glanced around and frowned: "it's not right."

"What's the matter?" Zhong Ruoxi blinked her beautiful eyes and asked inexplicably.

"Feeling..." Li Qing pondered for a moment, turned her head and said to Feng Yucheng, "Lao Feng, go ahead and have a look. I'm a little uneasy."

"Yes." Feng Yucheng nodded, pulled his backpack, pulled out a dagger from his waist and walked to the front.

The mountain road is crooked, with waist high weeds on both sides. Feng Yucheng leads the way in front and always pays attention to the movements around. Suddenly, he stopped and made a gesture to Li Qing, who was tens of meters behind.

"Sure enough, there is a problem." Li Qing bit his teeth and immediately ordered, "they are scattered."

The others did not dare to be careless. They hurried around and looked for a hidden place in the grass to hide.

Feng Yucheng calmed his mind and used a dagger to pick up the waist high weeds and walk to the weeds by the mountain road.

Bang!

The gunfire rang all over the field. Feng Yucheng leaned aside, then rushed over a few steps, reached out and picked up an eight or nine year old girl with a flower face from the grass. The old shotgun in his hand was still smoking.

The little girl screamed, smashing Feng Yucheng's chest with a gun barrel, trying to escape from his bondage.

Feng Yucheng was completely frozen there. He recognized that the eight or nine year old girl was the one he let go at the mouth of the cave dozens of minutes ago.

"She is as old as my daughter. She has picked up the gun and learned to kill?" Feng Yucheng frowned. The little girl's shooting technique is quite old and must have undergone quite intensive training. If the person who just stood there was not himself, but an ordinary person, there would never be a sound at the moment.

In Feng Yucheng's stupefied Kung Fu, another seven or eight men jumped out of the grass. They didn't care that Feng Yucheng had a child in his hand. They pulled the trigger on him, and seven or eight shots rang out at once.

Feng Yucheng suddenly returned to his mind and hurriedly pressed the little daughter under her body and fell to the ground.

Other people in the rear heard the gunfire in front and surrounded them with a fan. The Qin and Wu dynasties fired two automatic rifles right in the middle of the eyebrows of the two men, and they were killed immediately. Shi Yinghui killed the one who wanted to rush up with a pistol. Another person was wounded in his knee by Zhong Ruoxi, knelt down to the ground, covered his wound and cried loudly. The other three men saw no enemy, turned around and wanted to escape. They were thrown out by Wenyang with a short knife and cut off one of their heads. Blood gushed.

Finally, the two men ran two more steps forward. Suddenly, they looked up and saw that Deng Shi and Yang Xun had waited in front with cold faces. They were so scared that they turned pale, threw their guns and knelt on the ground to beg for mercy.

Li Qing looked one by one. Among the men, he found the two he saw in the morning. One knelt there begging for mercy, the other was shot in the middle of the eyebrow and died.

Ji Wenbin rushed to Feng Yucheng and asked nervously, "Lao Feng, are you okay?"

"It's all right." Feng Yucheng pulled the corners of his mouth, propped up his upper body, looked at the little girl, and was relieved to see that she was also safe and sound.

Just about to get up, there was a sudden bang of a gun under him. Feng Yucheng immediately froze there, his cheeks blue. The eight or nine year old child, clutching the modified old shotgun, hid under Feng Yucheng and took the opportunity to pull the trigger. "Lao Feng!" Ji Wenbin shouted. Shi Yinghui rushed up a few steps, reached out and grabbed the shotgun, then grabbed the little girl's hair with his other hand and threw her four or five meters away. Hit the grass heavily and cried with pain. His hands crossed Feng Yucheng's armpit and laid him flat on the grass. Shi Yinghui pressed the bleeding wound and shouted at his throat: "shot in the abdomen, front and rear penetrating injuries, massive bleeding, need to stop bleeding immediately!" "shit!" division Deng rushed to his head, turned his hands and wiped the necks of the two men who knelt down and begged for mercy, and then hurried to Feng Yucheng, He grabbed the cotton wool and tourniquet from Zhong Ruoxi's hand: "I'll come! Yang Xun! Come and hold the bleeding point!" Yang Xun couldn't care about all kinds of gratitude and resentment with Feng Yucheng at this time. He ran over quickly, half knelt on the ground and pressed his hands on the wound. Blood gushed out. Master Deng sprinkled a layer of powder and was washed away by the gushing blood. He was so anxious that he was sweating. Li Qing threw down his backpack, raised his hand and clicked on the acupoint under Feng Yucheng's neck. Then he raised his head and shouted at Ji Wenbin: "don't look at it! You're an expert Kung Fu, and which acupoint is used to stop bleeding!" Ji Wenbin patted his head and came close to Feng Yucheng. He turned out a half inch long engineer awl with a thick toothpick from his backpack and shouted at others: "Hold him!" Wen Yang, Qin WuChao and Shi Yinghui also came up and firmly held Feng Yucheng's limbs. Feng Yucheng's pupils were lax and his lips were not bloody. Qin WuChao patted him on the cheek and shouted shivering: "Lieutenant! Lieutenant! This is a small injury, a small injury, hold on..." Ji Wenbin put the engineer's awl on the lighter, and then pricked it one by one on the big hemostatic points of Yuji, chize, daling, Xingjian and Guanyuan. Li Qing cut Feng Yucheng's clothes with a dagger, asked Deng Shi to apply medicine, pressed absorbent cotton, and shook the wound layer by layer with a bandage. He was busy for more than ten minutes before he finally stopped the blood. At this time, Feng Yucheng He had passed out due to serious blood loss. A thick pool of blood on the ground soaked the weeds red. Zhong Ruoxi opened the kettle and poured some water down. Li Qing caught it below and washed the blood off her hands. The eight or nine year old girl was being watched by Gu Yue. She was still crying, whining and shouting the intermittent Xilong dialect. Li Qing glanced coldly Then she asked Gu Yue, "what is she talking about?" Gu Yue shrugged her shoulders: "she thought we were wearing Xilong army uniforms. The little girl yelled here and asked us where her mother has gone." Ji Wenbin's eyelids jumped: "what! They thought we were Xilong soldiers and shot at us?" Shi Yinghui said in a deep voice: "The political situation in Xilong is chaotic, and warlords are rarely supported by the people. Moreover, in some remote areas, massacres caused by religion and race are everywhere. Some local armies burn, kill and rob, and do all kinds of evil, which further aggravates the people's hatred of the army. It's not surprising that this kind of people killing the army." "shit! There's such a thing in the world!" Ji Wenbin raised his hand, "You Longxi army should advance all over the territory to completely liberate Xilong and save the people here suffering." Gu Yue said coldly, "none of them are welcome. Even if you know you are not a Xilong soldier, you will also be attacked. Even someone will go to the military to tell the secret in exchange for a reward. There is no reason in the hearts of people who can't even eat enough." Ji Wenbin stuck out his tongue and stopped talking. Li Qing wiped his hands dry, stared at the residual blood stains in his fingernails, and bit his teeth: "don't stay." Gu Yue pursed her small mouth with a faint irony in her voice: "why? Don't you think she is a child now?" "she was not a child the moment she picked up her weapon." Li Qing answered coldly. What does Ji Wenbin want to say? After all, the little girl is also a victim. Her hatred for strangers stems from her own misfortune. But he could see that Li Qing's anger at the bottom of her eyes, turned her lips, and swallowed what she wanted to say. "OK, I'll deal with it." Gu Yue gently breathed out, reached out and grabbed the little girl's head and dragged people away in her crying. Gu Yue dragged the little girl into the woods outside the wild grass, and the crying soon stopped. After more than ten minutes, Gu Yue came back slowly: "I've buried a good place." This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.