There would be gunfire in the corridor in a few seconds. Captain Mo looked around and finally he got the iron hook used to pick up the charcoal at the extinguished fire.

The length of the iron hook plus the arms is still a bit worse.

He simply took off his coat and wrapped both ends of his sleeves around his arms, and tied them to the bookshelf.

When he returned to the window, he leaned forward, his arm's sleeves slowly under pressure, and his other arm grabbed the iron hook and hooked the cable accurately.

The cable is dragged to the window, and the amplification broadcast on the roof is full of noises that can only be disturbed.

The cable reaches the maximum, about thirty centimeters away from the window, and the upper and lower parts are subject to fixed constraints.

"Dagger! Dagger!"

He asked for a sharp dagger outside that could cut the cables, and Zhuo Ying rushed to the window with a bayonet.

The two people worked together to cut the cable, but because the distance was limited, the cable had to be pulled by one person so that it would not fall off.

Captain Mo carried the cable to the window to borrow force, and then said, "Retreat from here and let your brothers go."

"What do you do?"

"I am Taihui people. They won't do anything to me. They can't drag it down anymore and leave."

Zhuoying picked up his gun and ran to the door to shoot sideways. He waved to let the other three soldiers .

Pepsimonial grabbed the cable first and climbed downwards. The two cables were just enough to support the weight of a single person.

From the top floor, it takes between half a minute to one minute for trained soldiers.

With both feet landing, Baishitong raised his gun to aim, and this is the gap where they entered the main building.

The next person to was the artist. When the artist reached halfway, the short man ran to the door and shouted: "Battery Commander! Please ! I will stay to cover you!"

"No." Ying Zhuo fired to the side and suppressed it, "Go away quickly and say less useless nonsense."

"They still need your command. I will follow you closely after no time."

Zhuoying did not hesitate too much and rushed to the window to grab the cable. He patted Captain Mo on the shoulder and then climbed down.

The short man who left the cover fired four bullets in a row, and he could not make the enemy feel that he was evacuating.

Captain Mo felt that the cable was not under pressure, so he immediately called the shorter man: "Retreat! Retreat!"

The short man instantly fired all the bullets and then locked the office door.

But he did not rush to grab the cables, but instead took out his pistol and pushed Captain Mo's forehead.

"You go first."

"What?"

"That thing is very important, right? Only you can translate it and take it away from here."

"This won't work!"

"Must be OK!" The short man opened the pistol insurance, "The battalion commander needs command, you need translation, you all have value. Among everyone, I am the most valuable one. I need you valuable ones to survive. Go on! Otherwise I will shoot! Don't let my mother-in-law and mother!"

"Soldier!"

"Walk!"

The short man grabbed one end of the cable and pushed Captain Mo to the window with his hand holding the pistol.

Captain Mo struggled several times until the short man shot him behind him.

"Go away! Otherwise we will die together!"

"knew."

Captain Mo surrendered, and the shorter eyes showed that he would never leave.

Just as Captain Mo went down the cable, he looked at the short man and said, "It is my glory to be able to fight with you."

"So too, sir."

The Taihui soldiers outside noticed something strange, so they searched and moved forward, waiting for a series of footsteps to stop outside the office.

The short man peeked downward, Captain Mo was only halfway through, so he shot with his back to the door, effectively blocking Taihui's soldiers.

Taihui's soldiers were scoring the door, and some were shooting at the back of the door.

A bullet hit the short man's butt, almost letting him loosen his cable.

Captain Mo was only two meters away from the ground. Taihui soldier opened the door, and the short man released the cable and turned to shoot.

He was shot three times in his chest, one bounced his legs, one bounced his abdomen, and one bounced his arms.

Until he hung it on the window, the cables curled up to the ground.

The gunshots of the island reached the quiet sea, and a warship sounded the whistle, and the sound waves fed back to the people fighting on the island.

The whistle slowed down the attack of Taihui soldiers, who thought it was their own warships.

Zuo Lan, who was attacked on both sides, was sure that this was their warship. Taking advantage of the slow attack of Taihui people, he fired a signal flare.

The signal flare was still fired to the ground, and the red light burned the scorching temperature near the Taihui people.

After a period of battle, the left blue shoulder was rubbed by a bullet, and Xiang Du also got a bullet in his leg. The other two people also had scratches of different sizes, which were basically caused by the exploded concrete blocks.

Because the Taihui people's attack was slow, Zuo Lan's team resisted for half a minute, and then heard the howl of naval guns on the sea.

The shells from the sea landed near the signal flare without exception, and the local Taihui soldiers were blown up and overturned.

And the shells were still firing continuously.

The Taihui people didn't understand what was going on and why their own warships opened fire on them.

Due to the fierce shelling of warships, some buildings were destroyed and the ground exploded one after another.

"Retreat! Retreat to the beach!"

Zuo Lan shouted loudly, and he took the lead in leaving the wall. Then Yu Lian and Dazhuang held Xiang Du, one left and one right, and the four people d to the beach under the cover of artillery fire.

Another team also seized the opportunity, d from the cracks between the main building and the cliff and ran to the beach.

The gunshots were not as compact as before, but the powerful suppression power brought by the artillery was bombarded violently, and there were occasionally signal flares to point out the new direction of the bombing.

Both teams were fighting and retreating, and the number of enemies that could pose a threat to them was really limited, and more enemies were forced into the interior and rear of the building by artillery.

Jean Bai was the last one to retreat to the beach. His body was messy, his hat was gone, and his clothes were burned seriously. It was the most dangerous move to pass by in the artillery fire.

Fortunately, my life was not lost.

After the convergence, the two teams dispersed their formations, constantly shooting at the enemy soldiers trying to pursue, and constantly pointing the direction for the artillery.

The small boat responsible for picking up them arrived on the shore, and Wupeng sent all the lifeboats on the ship, but the reality was that there was no need for so many.

The mission failed, and there were no other prisoners of war to be rescued except Yu Lian, so Zuo Lan had no choice but to abandon them.

On board the boat, people go to paddle and shoot wildly.

The sea surface was calm tonight, but the people who returned from the island were mixed with emotions. Yu Lian knew that two excellent soldiers had been defeated because of saving him.

In less than half an hour, the dawn appeared on the water in the east, and the Lucky Princess was already on the way home.

At this time, the world is the moment when dawn is about to break through the darkness, and the stars can still be seen, and the water surface reflects everything above.

The ship was sailing slowly, and the sailors were busy step by step.

Zuo Lan spits clouds and mists on the bridge, and Captain Mo reads the information of the order book.

Several people from Pepsi-Tong sat at the stern, and they kept watching the gradually distant island, where they lost a lot of things.

Yu Lian was so guilty that he found a harmonica from the bridge.

After his tight nerves sootheed, he kept recalling what happened on the island.

Those prisoners of war who were made uninhibited and devilish, Yu Na was mixed with joy and sorrow, but she also prayed that she could not stand up, Bella's thanks before her death, and Taihe's mouth was opened and closed one by one.

Everything was suppressing him, and memories were like a dagger made of ice piercing his heart deeply.

He closed his eyes and recalled the pain every bit, and then played the harmonica, which was still the familiar vision.

However, this time the music style changed a little, and he added his whine.

The song floated softly on the boat, and the sailors at work gave up their work, and they were all ecstatic at the place where the sounds came.

Captain Mo stopped reading, Zuo Lan let the cigarette burn, and the two of them were in a stern position inside the bridge.

Xiang Du pressed his wounded leg against the bulwark and prayed as he listened to the tune and learned how to behave like a charity.

The artist at the stern of the boat asked everyone: "Are we losing the platoon leader? Who will we listen to in the future? What is the new commander like? Will we take care of us?"

Everyone was silent. After a long time, Da Zhuang replied that he didn't know.
Chapter completed!