In the night illuminated by the rising and falling flares, hot air balloons dressed as members of the Falange Party carried captured weapons and walked struttingly but not slowly.

Behind him, Wei Ran, who was wearing a scarf on his head, stuffed the Uzi submachine gun magazine with all the bullets out into his cuff, then ejected the pistol magazine from the metal book and filled it with bullets.

Putting the remaining bullets into his pocket, Wei Ran put away the pistol, then picked up the folding stock AKM rifle hanging on his shoulder, and inspected it skillfully as he walked.

"Dongfeng, were you really a medic before?"

The sewing machine walking behind him asked in a strange low voice, "No, let me ask another way, how long have you served in the army?"

"It didn't take long, what happened?" Wei Ran answered the question vaguely.

"No, it's nothing."

The sewing machine wisely did not ask further questions, but the hot air balloon in front subconsciously followed, "The most experienced veterans I have ever seen cannot do it so...so...let me think about it, so smoothly? Yes,

It’s really smooth.”

"Is this a compliment?"

Wei Ran asked casually, while using the bayonet, he left seven scratches of varying depths on the handguard of the Soviet rifle.

“I think it’s a compliment indeed.”

Sewing Machine, who had no intention of continuing this topic, couldn't help but echoed, "Frankly speaking, you seem to be more accustomed to this environment than the operating room. It was more like work to you, but now it is more like your life."

"Sew... No, what kind of wind is coming? The south wind? Yes, the south wind is right."

The hot air balloon also sang and said, "That's what I just wanted to express."

"It's the West..."

"Shh-"

Wei Ran quickly stuffed the bayonet back into the magazine of the Uzi submachine gun in his cuff, and at the same time he loaded the magazine very quickly, and pointed the muzzle of the gun at an alley with a flashlight beam on the side of the road. The beam seemed to be getting stronger and stronger.

Getting closer.

After receiving the prompt, the hot air balloon immediately extinguished the flashlight, but soon, at Wei Ran's signal, he turned the flashlight back on and walked straight towards the alley.

"Ask them how their harvest was?" Wei Ran whispered in French, "and if they need support."

The hot air balloon nodded, leaned against the corner of the alley, turned on the flashlight, and shouted in Arabic the question Wei Ran wanted to ask.

Almost at the same time as the other party responded, Wei Ran had already squatted down and leaned out half of his body, holding the gun with both hands, and used the pistol with the silencer to pull the trigger at the other party!

Amidst the weak gunfire, the flashlights of the people on the opposite side were first knocked out. They were also exposed under the flashlight beam of the hot air balloon, and were shot one after another and fell down.

"Go quickly"

Wei Ran said without any hesitation at all, and he didn't even have the intention to go up and replenish his gun.

Upon hearing this, the hot air balloon immediately extinguished the flashlight, and the three of them ran forward quickly for a hundred or ten meters. It was not until they turned a corner again that they turned on the flashlight again at Wei Ran's signal.

"How many did you just kill?"

Sewing Machine asked curiously. Of course he was curious. While he was still hiding in the corner waiting to ambush the enemy, Wei Ran had already "roughly" ended the battle.

"There are only three," Wei Ran said, taking off the pistol magazine again and filling it with bullets. "How far are we still?"

"Very... armored car!"

The hot air balloon reminded him before he finished speaking, and then the three of them saw an M113 armored vehicle turning towards the intersection directly ahead. The armored vehicle's dazzling lights immediately enveloped the three of them.

"Don't run"

Wei Ran, who was walking in second place, waved hello to the armored vehicle enthusiastically and said, "Remember to say hello later."

"good"

The hot-air balloon in front responded, then imitated Wei Ran and waved his arms, while the latter had already taken out a pack of seized cigarettes and was ready.

Amidst the roaring noise of the engine and the vibration of the tracks crushing the ground, the armored vehicle drove towards us, and the hot air balloon also enthusiastically greeted the soldier above who was responsible for manipulating the machine gun in Arabic.

"Hey!"

Wei Ran shouted to the driver. When the driver looked over, he shook the cigarette in his hand and then gently threw it to the driver.

The latter took the cigarette and responded enthusiastically with a loose salute to Wei Ran, who also raised his hand casually in response.

After avoiding this armored vehicle so easily, Sewing Machine said in fear, "I almost peed just now."

"Aren't we already..."

"I thought what Mr. Dongfeng threw was a grenade. That's what I'm afraid of." Sewing Machine explained angrily.

"That kind of movement is too big"

Wei Ran explained nonchalantly, he would not admit that he had acted like that just now, "So how far are we still?"

“Coming soon”

The hot air balloon pointed forward with the beam of its flashlight, "There is an alley right there, and it's on the other side of the alley."

"Then hurry up," Wei Ran urged in a low voice.

Upon hearing this, the hot air balloon immediately sped up its pace slightly, led the two of them into the alley, and ran to the other side dozens of meters away.

Then, before they walked out of the alley, the three of them heard the cries of children and an old voice that seemed to be pleading for something through the courtyard wall less than two meters high.

The hot air balloon was stunned for a moment, and quickly quickened its pace. When they walked out of the alley, they immediately saw the open courtyard door next to the entrance of the alley. Inside the courtyard door, there were mixed the cries of children, the pleading and screams of the elderly, and

Wanton laughter.

Because of the flares rising from time to time above his head, Wei Ran saw at a glance that there was an armed man in the yard, punching and kicking an old man who was kneeling on the ground holding his legs.

Next to him, there was another person looking after several children huddled under the vines by the wall.

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"Sewing machine, you are responsible for closing the door."

Wei Ran grabbed the hot air balloon that was about to rush in and whispered, "Hot air balloon, you deal with the one guarding the child and don't make a sound."

"Okay." The two of them agreed to Wei Ran's arrangement in a low voice, and the hot air balloon took out a multifunctional Swiss knife from his pocket and unfolded the blade.

"Use this." Wei Ran reluctantly pulled out the bayonet and handed it to the other party.

The former was quite happy, so he simply put away the joke-like knife and took the slender bayonet from Wei Ran that was so stained with blood that it was inevitably sticky when he held it.

Without wasting too much time, Wei Ran was the first to step into the yard and pounced directly on the militant who was committing violence.

Almost at the same time that he held the militant's head and pulled it with force, making a crunching sound, the hot air balloon had already thrust the bayonet into the back of the soldier guarding the child, easily piercing the kidney.

The sewing machine that came in last turned around and closed the iron door with confidence.

Without even waiting to let go of the limp and warm body in his hand, Wei Ran had already taken out the pistol with the silencer, aimed at the beam coming from the first floor of the small building, and pulled the trigger repeatedly.

While suppressing the opponent, he quickly walked over to close the distance between the two parties, took out a flashlight and fired a beam of light.

Almost as soon as there was only the last bullet left in the pistol magazine, Wei Ran had already walked to the window, aimed at the accidentally exposed elbow of the man hiding in the corner of the fireplace, and pulled the trigger for the last time.

"Snapped!"

"ah--"

The elbow of the hiding militant was smashed by a bullet, and he also let out a shrill scream.

"boom!"

Wei Ran, who had switched to AKM one step ahead, aimed at the opponent's leg that was accidentally exposed due to severe pain and fired another bullet, and as expected, there was a new round of screams.

Without rushing into the room, Wei Ran was like a poisonous snake waiting patiently for its prey to bleed out. He put the muzzle of his gun on the window sill and used the flashlight in his other hand to press the notched guard.

Mu, waiting for the opponent to counterattack, and waiting for the companions behind him to rush over to support.

It's a long story, but in less than 20 seconds, the hot air balloon has already run over. He also put the muzzle of his gun on the window sill and said, "The good news is that there are only three enemies in total. The bad news is that the old guy was shot in the thigh.

The fingers on one hand have been cut off, and the sewing machine is saving them."

"How are the children?"

As Wei Ran spoke, he pulled the trigger again, and was prepared to hit the opponent's muzzle that had just been revealed.

"There are still a few children hiding on the first floor, hiding in the fireplace chimney." The hot air balloon whispered into Wei Ran's ear.

"Keep an eye on him"

As Wei Ran spoke, he took the bayonet that was handed back to him, and finally walked toward the door with a low waist. He moved to the edge of another window and carefully poked his head out, aiming at the curled-up Falangist militant and buttoning the button for the last time.

The trigger was pulled.

"boom!"

After the crisp gunfire, a hot bullet casing hit his feet, and the enemy's body went limp and became motionless.

Pushing open the door, Wei Ran walked into the messy room, intending to drag the body out first.

However, when he saw the corpse with the bullet in his eyebrow, he couldn't help but sigh. The beard on this man's lips was still in a state of downy state. He was probably only sixteen or seventeen years old at most.

The song is beeping...

Wei Ran cursed vaguely, dragged the corpse out, expressionlessly took off the Falangist uniform from his body and threw it aside. He once again performed a humiliating castration, and cut off his scalp to cover it.

That face that is too young.
To be continued...