Dozens of people rested for a quarter of an hour and continued on the road. This time they adopted Zhou Tang's strategy, scanning the collapsed houses on both sides of the street in search of useful things.
When encountering a house with an owner, exit and proactively inform them of their plans and invite them to join their team.
Some are willing and some refuse.
They don't care and don't force it.
Who said it would be better to just follow them and join the team?
As they walked, the group of them came to the small shop owned by the old man in the priest's mouth.
We came to the small shop again. The shop was slightly different from before, and the damage was more serious. However, half of the main structure was still there, and the small shop continued to stand strong.
It was the priest who entered it, "Is there anyone there? We spontaneously formed a temporary team, and now we plan to go south..."
But no one said anything. Zhou Tang also saw two dirty towels on the ground, as well as the door of the small warehouse blocked by shelves and broken walls. It seemed that the two players had gone through the robbery after she and Cheng Mu ransacked it. , learned to cover up, and planned to stick to it till the end.
The priest looked around the small shop. What's the old man's body? It had long been trapped under the collapsed half of the house.
The priest did not insist on the possible current owner inside, and just worked with the people in the team to loot all the useful things left on the surface.
The group left the small shop and continued walking forward.
In fact, according to Zhou Tang's method of plucking the geese's hair, they also got many useful things, including but not limited to food, medicine, and some daily necessities, clothing and the like.
After they walked away, in the small warehouse behind the small shop, two players were sitting against the wall.
“There’s no end to this group of people.”
"In this kind of environment, of course there will be good things in the shops! They are so delicious. Anyone who sees them will choose to come in and have a good time." Only people who are also players make them suffer, and others Not enough to be afraid of.
"Hey, do you think we should go out?"
"Go out? With them? Don't be ridiculous. Why go out? Today is the second day! If you don't be stubborn, we will complete the task when tomorrow comes!"
"That's right. It's only been a day and a half."
The man looked at the cans and bread not far away by the candlelight.
Suddenly the man's head lifted up, and a "rumbling" sound came again in his ears.
The sound came closer and closer to them.
The man's eyes suddenly widened. He watched helplessly as the wall opposite twisted and deformed. A huge force caused the walls and roof to deform.
The erratic candlelight suddenly went out...
At the moment when disaster struck, they didn't even have a chance to stand up and escape.
In the end, all the man left in the copy was a curse word, and then the two of them were buried under the rubble.
The small shop failed to withstand this round of bombing and collapsed...
As soon as he heard the roar of the fighter jets, the priest gave an order for the people walking close to the houses to quickly find a place to hide and hide on the spot.
Cheng Mu still dragged Zhou Tang to find the most suitable hiding place in front of him.
Just after hiding it, a missile fell. Listen to the sound and feel the vibration, right near the church...
The sound of missiles exploding came from far away. Fortunately, they were lucky and escaped the bombing again.
After waiting for a while, everyone came out of hiding one after another. There was no joy on their faces, most of them were indifferent.
These days of not knowing whether there will be a tomorrow have given them no hope.
The priest knew not to let everyone's mood get worse, so he just gave a few words of encouragement, mentioned the Allies' commitment to them, and shouted slogans not to give up.
But when he turned his head again, he saw that the road they came from seemed to be a little shorter. His eyelids were slightly closed to hide the sadness and fear that flashed through them.
"Let's keep walking."
…
Armed military camp.
"General, we have carried out five days of bombing in the northeastern part of Inner Asia, and now external public opinion is very bad for us..."
"His whereabouts?"
"He...according to the information conveyed by the informant, he is walking south and wants to join the supporting Allied forces."
"They come together and we never get this great opportunity again."
The subordinates remained silent and made the decision to bomb the area in turn, ruthlessly and cruelly destroying the civilians, which made them suffer from international and mental pressure.
The general looked up at his subordinates. He could roughly guess what his subordinates were thinking. In his eyes, the lives of civilians and a region were not as important as that of one person.
This he...
The general finally gave the order, "The bombing is almost done. Contact our informants to determine his location. We will start sending our people directly into Inner Asia tonight."
"Yes, General."
"You are solely responsible for this matter. I just want to see him! Life or death."
The subordinate turned around and left to arrange for the dispatch team to enter the northeastern region of Inner Asia.
However, he became separated from the soldiers who protected him and traveled alone through Inner Asia.
"What's going on?" The people following him were extremely anxious. In previous rounds of bombings, they had unanimously protected him, but this time he was lost.
The missile exploded very close to them, and the people around him pushed him away.
Just a loud noise, accompanied by violent vibrations, separated them.
When everything returned to calm, he got up and the gravel and dust on his body disappeared.
When he woke up the other person lying on the ground, "He's gone!"
The man even ignored the injuries on his face that were scratched by flying stones, grabbed his sleeves hard, yelled and asked, "Where did he go?"
"I don't know!" He shook off the man's hand, and the man covered his cheek in pain.
The man's leg seemed to have been injured. He immediately supported his teammates and repeated, "He is gone."
"Oh, Eric, your face is hurt." He reached out his hand to stop Eric's bleeding.
Only Eric knocked his hand off, and he looked panicked, "Kingsley, what did you say? I don't understand! What do you mean he is missing!"
Kingsley turned his head, "The missile was too close to us and blew us away! We got separated from him! He's gone!"
Eric shouted excitedly, "Impossible! You want to see the person alive, and you want to see the body after death! Let's go find it together."
Eric wanted to stand up, but couldn't. Only then did he realize that not only did his face hurt, but his calf also hurt.
Apparently he was injured during the bombing.
Seeing Eric's whole face wrinkled, Kingsley immediately pushed him to sit down. He stretched out his big hand and tore open the blood-soaked trousers, revealing a long but deep wound.
He checked carefully and found that no bones were injured and no muscles or tendons were severed.
Kingsley took out the medicine on his body and fed it directly into Eric's mouth, "This is painkiller, but I don't have any hemostatic powder on me. However, your injury is still manageable, as long as you can survive until our people arrive." Just pick us up.”
"I'll bandage it for you first." Kingsley's hand was very steady. He first lifted up his coat, tore off the cleaner corner of his underwear, and then slowly bandaged Eric's wound.
Eric gritted his teeth. After Kingsley finished bandaging, he was sweating profusely...
Kingsley carried him behind his back and found a half-collapsed house and placed him in the corner.
He treated them pretty well, and gave them all the food and medicine he got...
Eric finally recovered, "Kingsley, go find him quickly! He is going to die, and we can't survive."
Kingsley nodded and turned to leave.
He centered on the place where they fled in panic when the fighter jets attacked. At the same time, he drew the position where he and Eric woke up, and from this he deduced the position where he might be blown away.
It's just that Kingsley had already looked at those positions before he found Eric.
Now it is empty except for gravel and dust.
And he tried to use his bare hands to open up the places where he might be pressed by the gravel...
nothing.
At this time, Kingsley kept thinking about it. Did he deliberately choose to leave them?
But why?
Why?
Kingsley blinked, the sun making him dizzy...
Ten days ago, he led a small group of troops to break away from the Allied Forces. With an unknown purpose, he diverted to the Inner Asia region and then headed towards the northeastern part of the Inner Asia unit.
As a soldier, Kingsley could not question the orders of his superiors and had to carry them out.
But when they entered the northeastern area of Inner Asia seven days ago, he stopped moving again. It was as if he was waiting for someone...
The situation only took a turn for the worse five days ago. The armed forces surrounded the northeastern part of Inner Asia without warning and subsequently carried out multiple aerial bombings.
The target is pointed directly at him.
His traces were leaked.
At the same time, he also made further movements and dispatched the small team following him.
A group of troops lurked out of the blocked area to seek help from the Allies.
A group of people moved around the area to organize people's evacuation and other matters.
A team of people stood by his side to protect him.
Twenty people were thus separated.
Fortunately, the day before yesterday, the team that went out to rescue contacted the Allied Army, and the Allied Army immediately sent people to rescue them.
It's just that it's far away from the nearest Allied garrison, and the Allied forces still have to break through the blockade of the armed forces, so they can't reach it all at once.
The other group of men and horses were seriously injured and dead, and were missing.
And the number of people following him became fewer and fewer because of an assassination.
At this moment, he was even missing.
Could it be!
Did he suspect that there was an undercover agent among the people around him?
Is that why he dumped them in this round of bombings?
Kingsley knew that he had never betrayed him, and his eyes turned to Eric.
Kingsley turned to the room where Eric was housed with a sad face.
Eric was very excited when he saw Kingsley and asked, "Kingsley, how are you? Have you found him?"
But Kingsley's hands were empty, and there was no one behind him that he was eager to see. His voice couldn't help but become anxious, "What's going on? You still haven't found it?"
Eric was inexplicably frightened, "He, he!"
Kingsley shook his head silently, but he was secretly observing Eric's expression.
So far, Eric's performance is not out of the ordinary.
Kingsley said calmly, "I searched the surroundings, but I couldn't find anyone alive or dead."
Eric seemed to have thought of something regarding his explicit words and the fact that the painkillers he had fed Eric earlier were taking effect.
His expression was somewhat inexplicable.
It seems unbelievable, but it also seems to be the case.
Eric asked back, "You said he disappeared on purpose! To get rid of us?"
Kingsley said coldly, "That's what it looks like!"
Eric seemed to be stimulated by Kingsley's cold words and snorted, "Are you doubting me too?"
Kingsley shook his head and nodded sincerely, "This is not my idea, it is his idea! He doesn't trust you and me, and took advantage of the bombing to abandon you and me."
Eric was very dissatisfied, "We went through life and death for him! So many brothers died because of him!..."
"Why should he?! I..." Eric vented all his dissatisfaction.
He talked too much and pulled the wound on his face, causing him to open his teeth and claws, which was very painful.
He wiped his hand on his face and wiped a handful of blood.
Kingsley couldn't see it, strode over, held his shoulders and said, "Calm down! Eric!"
He lifted up his coat again, tore off the hem with great force, and tied it to Eric's bleeding cheek wound.
"No matter what, it's his choice and there's nothing the grandmothers can do."
Eric calmed down his mood and could not make big movements on his face. He tried not to make unnecessary movements and whispered, "If he is gone, we will die too!"
Kingsley said, "No! The Allied forces will arrive soon. He is also a soldier, and with his skill, he can wait for the Allied forces."
He said slowly, "It's just us. Those of us who are suspected by him will all be investigated."
This was actually a very strict matter, and the Allies treated traitors extremely harshly.
Eric looked away at this moment, and Kingsley felt trembling in his heart, as his premonition seemed to be coming true!
Is his guess correct?
Kingsley took a deep breath and said, "You have a good rest, and I will dig out rocks again. If our guesses are wrong! He is dead..."
He turned to leave, but he didn't want Eric to insert the dagger into his back.
Kingsley's eyes widened and he turned to look at Eric, raising his hand as if to grab Eric.
Eric had already pulled out the dagger expressionlessly, and blood spurted out from the wound...
Kingsley fell to the ground.
Eric fearlessly took the dagger and wiped it on Kingsley's coat.
He also whispered, "You are too cautious! You don't believe anyone! I have tried my best to put the evidence on Kingsley, why don't you believe it? If I had known this, I should not worry so much and directly Kill you!"
There was a cold look in Eric's eyes. He moved his injured leg, sat up straight and touched Kingsley's body from top to bottom, collecting Kingsley's medicine, food, and tools.
Then he stood up slowly while holding on to the wall, and walked slowly outside the house.
