"Don't move! Otherwise I will shoot!" The civilians with guns tremblingly raised their guns in warning, "We have weapons."
"What's the big deal about having a gun? Don't point the gun at me." Xie Yuan, who was sitting in the car, looked at the civilians in front of him with contempt. Even if he used his bare hands, it would not take him five minutes to kill these people. "My feet There is a 125mm shell next to me with the safety pin removed. Do you think your gun is faster or my feet are faster?"
"Ah!!!" Everyone immediately trembled and did not dare to move. It seemed that they knew what the cannonball was. They mainly looked at Xie Yuan's unsparing look. No one knew whether it was true or false.
After all, in the subway world, there is never a shortage of lunatics.
"Don't mess around, sir." One of the men holding a shotgun immediately lowered the muzzle of the gun and waved to his companions to do the same. "We are all civilians. There are women and children here. You seem to be a sensible person. Don't be impulsive. .”
But he suddenly found that the man who was still on the frame just now was suddenly in front of him!
The man in brown clothes immediately stepped back and staggered, but he was supported by Xie Yuan. After the man who had just raised the gun at him was so frightened that he tried to raise the gun again, Xie Yuan just glanced back at him... and he mentioned I can't afford to raise a gun anymore.
"I'm not a person who hurts people randomly." After seeing everyone stabilized, Xie Yuan's expression returned to a calm state. He looked at a bald middle-aged man sitting behind him who was cleaning a knife. "Where are you from? from?"
Judging from the reaction just now, he was the only one who didn't panic. After the others looked at him at the moment of panic, the commotion subsided. It seemed that he was the leader.
Sure enough, he introduced himself calmly: "We are basically refugees who escaped from the Arsenal Station. Basically, I am the leader here temporarily, although I do not have the power to directly order them."
"All the men who were keen on fighting had joined other caravans half a kilometer ahead of us - they thought they could protect us."
Xie Yuan moved his ears and listened attentively, then shook his head: "There are no human voices or gunshots. It's very quiet. I don't think..."
"They were under attack." The middle-aged technician explained, "We heard violent gunfire before, but now it has weakened. I don't think this is a sign of their victory - so we can't leave anymore."
At this moment, the middle-aged technician had a look of distress on his face: "And even if we go back, there will probably be only one executioner waiting for us."
At this point, the others lowered their heads with helpless and desperate expressions, and Xie Yuan also felt a toothache.
It’s not like he doesn’t understand the Red Line at all. As a Ranger, he doesn’t have the filter that Pavel has from growing up on the Red Line. He knows very well what will happen to these people once they go back.
Nothing ends well.
The policy in the 1930s was this: it is better to kill the wrong person than to let it go. For the sake of purity, any stain needs to be removed.
Perhaps old technicians and a few technicians with excellent skills will survive, but they will not escape the outcome of lifelong surveillance.
Because women and children have sustainable development, they will also be open to one side, but they will always be scattered and assigned to other places without trace.
In the end, the remaining men, or older youths, will be labeled as "anti-GM" elements and sent to concentration camps for hard labor or execution on the spot.
Because of their criminal record, the moment they illegally step outside the territory of the red line camp, they are no longer citizens but automatically become suspected enemies.
But since they can't go back and are blocked by robbers and bandits, what choice do they have?
They don't have the ability to fight, so they have no choice but to beg him!
Sure enough, in the next sentence, the leader's intention to ask for help was obvious: "You seem to be quite capable of fighting, can you help us? Not for us adults - just treat it as a pity for the children."
Can Xie Yuan help? Yes, it's just a piece of cake. But he couldn't agree so readily, because he didn't want to give people the impression that he responded to every request - he was not a savior, and he didn't want to be a great hero that everyone admired - it was too tiring.
So even if he wanted to help, he had to resist first: "My appearance fee is not cheap. It won't cost me much energy to deal with the thieves in front of me, but what can I get? What can you give me? I If you don’t work for free, you have to pay up front.”
"This..." The middle-aged man immediately ran out of words. He was just a temporary leader, so how could he have such great power to pay the remuneration in advance - this was everyone's common property.
Everyone fell into silence, wanting others to take action, but once it came to paying, everyone was speechless.
This was just right. Xie Yuanye was happy to go to the traveling merchant who was walking with the team first to buy some unseen weapon accessories and supplementary ammunition, especially rifle ammunition, shotgun shells, explosives and incendiary bombs.
"What should we do now?" One of the younger women began to cry, "How can we live without them?!"
"They may still be alive, don't give up on them now." One of the middle-aged women began to encourage everyone to donate generously.
"But...but the sound of the battle just now was too loud, but now there is no sound at all." The young woman looked very pessimistic.
"They will arrive soon," the middle-aged woman encouraged her, "We just need to wait..."
"They must have failed," Xie Yuan, who has experienced small-scale combat, has a very accurate understanding of this, "but your men probably won't persist until death... there will always be a few who surrender."
"The only question now is how long it will take for them to finish playing with these prisoners who are like mice to them." Xie Yuan looked around at the crowd and asked this question, and added by the way, "From the time you heard the gunfire stop, From that moment on.”
The people present were instantly speechless...
In the end the leader agreed to pay them on a head-to-head basis based on how many survivors they brought back.
Xie Yuan also agreed to this verbal agreement - he was just making it a formality. He didn't want the money, but this was an attitude.
Xie Yuan, who was well prepared, drove the rail car and set off - he couldn't keep the car. After saving the people, Xie Yuan left directly.
Until he stopped the car again at an intersection, Xie Yuan was left in the darkness. It was the night of hunting.
…
"Let me go! Please." A woman looked at the two hungry men in front of her and trembled, begging for mercy.
"I'm fed up with your complaining," one of the big men said with an evil look on his face, "No one will come... Ugh!"
He stared blankly at the knife protruding from his chest, and the corners of his mouth began to bleed.
"What... ho ho!" The other one just turned around and wanted to warn him, but suddenly his throat felt cold, then there was pain, and blood flowed out gurglingly.
As the two bandits fell to the ground helplessly, the woman was about to scream in fear, but Xie Yuan's next words made her immediately shut up: "I am a friend of the blacksmith Andrew, and the traveling team behind me hired me. of."
The woman wanted to say something else, but Xie Yuan had already stopped her from speaking, gave her a gun and a lamp, and told her: "This is only 500 meters away from the team behind you. You can find them directly. I will go and get them." Rescue the other living people.”
Xie Yuan walked away without waiting for the woman to reply. He did not need to know the location of the enemy or the location of the prisoners from other people.
The radar on his multi-tool knows better than any spoken words.
