C571 At a Critical Moment

As far as he's concerned, every action has to be about timing, geography, and people. Let's talk about people and harmony. First, Xiaoming fell. Then, the three brothers were poisoned. Now, the road ahead was blocked.

This group of people were clearly organized and planned. They were countless times more cunning than ordinary unruly people.

In front of his brothers, sometimes he didn't even try to hide himself.

Huang Yuanzhu naturally saw it. He came over and said in a considerate manner, "Qiang Zi, let's retreat. I told Chen Tie to retreat as well. There will definitely be losses. There are some injured people. Sigh, at least the team members can still live. "

"Xiao Qiangbing will become famous. His reputation will spread far and wide. When the people from the headquarters see you, they will hide. Old Guo doesn't need to set up camp anymore. No one will go even if they do. Who would be willing to go to that place? The place where they lost the war. Let me tell you. . . " Zhao Xiaoming mocked him in an unconvinced manner. His spearhead went straight for Xiao Qiangbing.

It was not just him. Everyone was burning with anger. If he left just like that, his reputation would be ruined.

"Ming'er, no, no. When you closed your eyes, I was worried to death. Old people and children are not guilty. " Huang Yuanzhu interrupted him. His words were also extremely contradictory.

"Old Daoist, how do you feel? Can you still persist? If you can, then persist. I'll think of another way. "

Xiao Qiangbing did not have the time to bicker with the two of them and directly asked the old Daoist.

The old Taoist and the other two leaned against the wheels of the carriage. Their foreheads were full of sweat from the pain. At this time, they seemed to be used to the pain and their expressions were not as intense as before.

"Sigh, just hang on. I just need to find a stick to support my eyelids. If I really sleep, I'll say goodbye to this world. People live forever. . . "

This fellow was filled with emotion.

"Old bastard, you haven't rolled your eyes yet, nor have you foamed, your heartbeat is even, you won't die. . . " Xiao Qianbing thought without batting an eyelid. He nodded slightly and said somewhat awkwardly:

"Brothers, there's no other way. We can only treat them as if they're dead horses. As long as we persist for an hour, we'll be able to complete the task. We'll attack them from behind and then retreat smoothly. "

Just now, they were still in deep sorrow. The valve of this fellow's mind suddenly opened and he immediately voiced out his plan.

Seeing everyone looking at each other in dismay, he pointed to the people in the east and warned them:

"They are all enduring it, just like a group of hungry vultures. As long as we retreat, they will rush up like locusts and tear us apart alive. Someone must rush over now. "

When it came to being torn apart and eaten, These fellows that were seriously ill were worried as well, and all of them had terrified expressions on their faces. Fatty Liu coughed violently. He clutched his chest and said, "Don't. If you die, you won't be safe. I, I. . . "

Xiao Qiangbing said his plan: The yellow pillar rushed across the river in the north. It crossed the wild weekend and went straight to the nameless mountain peak in the distance. Then, it met up with Chen Tie.

When they reached the mountain peak, they were close to the crime scene. They could use satellite phones and walkie-talkies to contact each other. After making a path, Chen Tie and the others could arrange for a portion of them to withdraw from here. When the time came, they could consider abandoning the car and retreating.

In short, the two groups would meet up and ensure the safety of the people.

Now that things had come to this point, completing the mission smoothly could only be considered the second option.

This was his plan. In fact, there was always a voice echoing in his heart: "Cunning fellows, no matter how you stop it, I, Xiao Qiangbing, have never been afraid. . .

Since you dug so many holes for me. . . The big shots in Kenny City couldn't wait. I should have died earlier! Keep dreaming. I'll see you on the battlefield. "

He thought deeper and had a more long-term vision than ordinary people.

It had been half a day, and there were people blocking in front of him. His brothers were lying on the side in pain. Huang Guzhu could not take it anymore. He did not know how many times, but he gripped the handle of the gun tightly and was about to rush out.

"Mental power, I can still live a little longer. This beautiful world, Huang, there are biscuits and instant noodles in the car. . . "

Fatty Liu struggled to sit up straight and put on a generous look. He asked Huang to bring some food with him so that he could entice the refugees.

"Huang, come back if you can't do it. You run fast. When the time comes, you will bring the monkey and dog with you and follow me for a long time. "

The old Taoist stroked the two pitiful little fellows and made his final request.

"Big guy, didn't they say that there are satellites in the sky? I want to die for glory. There are kites in the car. You take them. When the time comes, write them down. Just say that Liang Shuai died for this country, wuwu. . . "

At this point, Liang Shuai felt that if he did not speak, there would be less chances in the future. At the end, he choked and cried.

Huang Yuanzhu found everything they were talking about and stepped on the wheel. He skillfully tied the boots and shoes and patted them hard. He felt that there was no problem. He stood up straight and took off the bulletproof vest. He gently put it on the ground and said bold words:

"Xiaoming, count how long it will take for the world champion to win in the six or seven kilometers of primitive forest?

Qiang Zi, who said that? We ancient soldiers never wore helmets when fighting. That was called extremely powerful and absolute confidence. . . "

"Half a day, what is there to compete with the champion? Just don't feed the lion and crocodile, that's enough. Huang, go. Go, stop wasting time. "

How could Zhao Xiaoming have the time to calculate the speed of a world champion? He urged him to hurry on his way.

Under the sunlight, Huang Guzhu stood there, his navy blue battle uniform fluttering in the wind. The muscles all over his body were faintly visible, and his resolute face was full of heroic spirit.

The beard on his mouth became even more domineering.

This fellow's grief luggage set out.

Under the gazes of the crowd, he walked towards the east in a mighty and domineering manner.

In the eyes of Fatty Liu and the others, this fellow had changed his plan. As he walked, he even took out a bag of biscuits. He was bribing the refugees.

But at this time, no one could call him back. It would be even more troublesome if they called him back. Wouldn't he attract dozens of starving refugees?

The old man saw him come over righteously, holding something in his hand. He felt that it should be food. And. . . This fellow's gun was pointed at the ground. The other one was hanging on his shoulder, showing no signs of fighting.

"Not good, not good, cunning oriental man. . . " He suddenly thought of this, and quickly called the people around him to rush forward.

In the middle of the bridge, the scorching hot steel ground was steaming hot.

A group of people rushed forward.

In a while, Huang Yuanzhu would turn around and run, or raise his gun to warn them. They were all mistaken.

Even Zhao Xiaoming anxiously pointed at him. He cursed behind his back: "Idiot, what are you doing?"

Only Xiao Qiangbing remained calm and thought, "Big guy, you're definitely an outstanding team member. If he hadn't thought highly of us, he definitely wouldn't have done this. He definitely wouldn't have. . . "

It turned out that this Huang Yuanzhu had charged straight at the crowd. His two long legs were powerful and powerful, and he was able to run far away. It seemed to be able to feel the explosive force that was produced in an instant.