Uncle Yun laid on the ground and looked at Taro's back. Suddenly, he realized that Taro had grown up. His shoulders were broad and his back was thick. The muscles on his arms that were holding the rifle were bulging. He already had the fledgling figure of a valiant man. Uncle Yun couldn't help but cry. He felt a sense of heroism and wanted to die with Taro.
Dragging his injured leg, Uncle Yun felt the cold ground as he crawled out. His eyes stared unblinkingly at Taro, who was crouching behind the sandbag and shooting. The flames surged to the sky, illuminating the bright red light. The sound of the gun and the shadow of the knife dyed the desolation.
Uncle Yun didn't disturb Yutou. He reached for the machine gun that Yutou had dropped earlier and opened the magazine. The magazine was empty. He looked around and finally found the ammo box next to the fire. The green iron box had been scorched by the fire, and it could explode at any moment. Uncle Yun had already forgotten about his life. He crawled over and pulled the box in front of him.
His hands, which were made of flesh and skin, burned the hot metal. Four bullets were quickly inserted into the 75 quick-loading drums. Amidst the smell of burning flesh, three drums were loaded. Uncle Yun pulled the bolt of his gun and looked back at Taro. What he saw was the blood stain on Taro's shoulder.
Yutou couldn't feel the gunshot wounds on his body. He pulled out the empty clip and searched his body for a while. He pulled out the bayonet and put it on the muzzle. He was out of ammo, and he was ready to fight.
"Yutou …"
Uncle Yun shouted and threw the machine gun that was full of bullets at Yutou. Yutou threw the rifle away and picked up the machine gun to fire. He was still yelling, "Didn't I tell you to stay there?"
"Am I supposed to stay there and wait to be killed?
Let's die in battle. At least let me have some heroism before I die. "
The two stopped talking. One fired the bullets, and the other reloaded the empty drum. Time seemed to stop at that moment. Two men, one old and one young, stopped a battle that didn't belong to them at someone else's door, all for the promise of one person. In front of them, the ground was littered with bodies, moaning in pain, and screaming. When the abandoned shield car restarted, the two knew that they didn't have much time left.
Suddenly, there was a series of screams from behind the shield car. One by one, they ran out from behind the shield car, disregarding being exposed to the line of fire. Yutou stopped the fire. He didn't know what was going on, and he wondered if someone had come to help him. He watched as the men ran and fell to the ground, clutching their necks. Yutou thought he saw a ghost.
Finally, he noticed a faint shadow flitting past the men. Every time the shadow flashed past, someone would fall to the ground.
The fire was still burning at the door, illuminating it. Mu Peipei, who was dressed in black, walked over with a human head dripping with blood. Yutou didn't even look at it. He and Uncle Yun were exhausted, and they sat next to each other. Yutou held the machine gun vertically and stared at the fire. Uncle Yun's head rested on his shoulder, and his hand was still gripping the drum that was full of bullets. Beside their feet were countless brass cartridges that glistened in the fire.
"Puff …" The human head was thrown at their feet. Mu Peipei's slender body created a long shadow that covered the two men. The human head spun between the brass cartridges. The two men ignored the head, and they didn't even look at Mu Peipei.
Mu Peipei leaned over to look at the two of them. She wanted to say something, but she didn't know what to say. She had long since hidden behind the two of them, watching them fight in despair. The two of them didn't give up even in the face of death, which made her feel depressed. She wanted to see how far the two of them could go, and she finally saw it.
Uncle Yun's image in her eyes changed greatly. He was a timid and cowardly man, but his courage in the battle shocked her. She heard their conversation at the door. She knew, she knew everything. She just couldn't understand why Zhang Xiaoqiang had such a person under his command. Why couldn't she find a woman who was truly fearless in the face of battle among the three hundred female soldiers?
"I'm … I'm sorry …"
Mu Peipei, who had never said sorry before, said these three words. No one paid attention to her. The two were still sitting together, not even changing their posture. Inside the door, Zhao Xiaobo shouted something loudly, and a group of women rushed out with a stretcher …
Last night's gunshot spread throughout the gathering place. Naturally, the camp that was far away from the gathering place could also hear it. After the team member on duty reported to Zhang Xiaoqiang, Zhang Xiaoqiang knew where the gunshot came from. The female soldiers were strong in appearance, but weak in reality. In the eyes of those with ulterior motives, it seemed unnecessary for him to send two team members.
If those forces were determined to make a move, they would not have too many scruples. Zhang Xiaoqiang was faced with two choices. One was to make a move overnight, reveal his identity, and stand on the side of the female soldiers with great fanfare. The other was to wait and see how the situation would develop.
The two choices made him feel conflicted. Sending Uncle Yun and Yutou was also a spur of the moment decision. He didn't want the situation to change. After all, he couldn't put down his pride to bully a group of women who were like sheep. It would be an unfair victory, but he didn't want others to eat that fat piece of meat. That was why he sent two old and weak people who had not been through big scenes.
Zhang Xiaoqiang originally thought that sending two old and weak people in the name of the convoy would be enough to deter some snoopers who wanted to help him. He didn't expect those guys to be so greedy for weapons and ammunition that they risked revenge from the convoy. If he sent people out now, he might be entangled with the forces of the gathering place.
In his heart, Zhang Xiaoqiang was afraid of trouble. He didn't have the heroic spirit to take over more than a hundred thousand survivors. He also didn't think that far. If he could bring more than a hundred thousand people to rebuild civilization, he just wanted to hide in a place where no one could find him. When the gunfire started, his mentality of a nobody would take over.
The reasons above were just minor details. The real reason was that Zhang Xiaoqiang had experienced night battles and couldn't see clearly. He led his team members with cannons and heavy machine guns, but they were suppressed by a group of armed men who didn't have enough guns and ammunition. He didn't want to waste too much energy before seizing the ship.
In the end, he decided to bide his time and clean up the mess during the day. He didn't need to do anything, he just needed to pressure the three major forces and let them solve the internal problems of the gathering place themselves. As for Uncle Yun and Yutou, Zhang Xiaoqiang had already ordered Wang Le to prepare the coffins. There were more than ten thousand people for him to worry about, and he couldn't take care of two insignificant people like him.
Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't sleep well that night. Although he had made the decision, it didn't mean that he had a clear conscience. It wasn't a good feeling to abandon two people just because of one choice. In his anxiety, he prayed in his heart, hoping that the two people could escape on their own. After all, their mission wasn't to guard the place, but to put on a show for others.
As the night faded and the morning sun reappeared, Zhang Xiaoqiang sat in his wheelchair and headed towards the camp gate. He saw Zhang Huai An, Huang Quan, and the rest waiting there. Their thoughts were different from Zhang Xiaoqiang's. They didn't have any concerns or hesitation. They only knew that their people were still alive outside. Their anxiety might not lose to Zhang Xiaoqiang's, but in the end, only Zhang Xiaoqiang could make the decision.
Zhang Xiaoqiang turned his wheelchair and headed towards the camp gate. He was secretly thinking about what to say, but his heart was filled with fatigue. He wasn't used to thinking about problems as a leader. Perhaps in his heart, he was still willing to roam the world with a few women and not have to pay for his conscience.
The people gathered at the camp gate also saw Zhang Xiaoqiang. No one said anything, and the atmosphere was a little tense, especially the team members. They couldn't be as calm as Zhang Xiaoqiang. They all swore an oath together, and they treated Uncle Yun and Yutou as brothers. They didn't hold any grudges, as soldiers would have such a day. However, they were slightly dissatisfied that Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't go to rescue them. How could they understand Zhang Xiaoqiang's difficulties?