There were four Indonesian soldiers in Luka. They saw a military vehicle driving quickly from a distance and cursed: "Which bastard from the army is driving this? It's so fast. I don't want to live anymore?"
Seeing that the military vehicle was less than 50 meters away and still showed no intention of slowing down, the four people's expressions changed, they moved the roadblock to the middle of the road, quickly retreated to both sides and raised their weapons.
Forty meters, thirty meters, but it didn't slow down yet. "Crash!" Four Indonesian soldiers pulled up their guns and looked nervously at this crazy military vehicle.
Fifteen meters away, "CHEEK!!! CHEEK!!!!" came a harsh sound of tires rubbing against the ground. As the tires of the military vehicle stopped rotating, thick smoke came out of the ground and a breeze blew. The four Indonesian soldiers
I smelled the smell of burning rubber
"Creak!" The military vehicle stopped steadily in front of the roadblock, only a few centimeters away, and its front tires pressed against the sharp nails of the roadblock.
When the four Indonesian soldiers saw the car stopped, they breathed a sigh of relief and cursed: "Asshole! Which army are you from? Didn't you see Luka here?"
Wang Qiang said with a smile: "Brother! We are on a mission and the time is tight, so we drive a bit fast."
"Damn it! What kind of mission can you even risk your life? Do you know we almost shot?" another soldier shouted angrily
Ye Tianming winked at Ren Yongxu, who nodded, opened the door and got out of the car, "Brother! We do have a mission."
Seeing a captain getting out of the car, the four people stood at attention and saluted, "Sir! We are responsible for guarding this road. I hope you can understand that we must check this car."
"Haha! There's no problem with that. This is also your responsibility. In fact, we are the rescue team at the explosion site. The car is full of victims. We were ordered by the superiors to bury the bodies. You know that no one is willing to do such a thing. Seeing your own
The people were killed in the bombing and felt sad, but there was nothing we could do. The orders from above must be carried out."
"So this is what happened, sir! How is the rescue work going now? How many people have died?" asked a soldier.
"Alas!" Ren Yongxu sighed, "The rescue work is just halfway through, and we can't count the casualties yet. However, there are more than 3,000 dead people dug out from the ruins, and more than 1,000 injured, not counting the injuries.
serious"
"So many people? These Chinese pigs must catch them"
"Okay, brothers, you better check first. We have to go back after dealing with these victims."
Hearing Ren Yongxu's words, the two Indonesian soldiers opened the canvas of the rear compartment. The strong smell of blood made them hold their breath. Then they illuminated it with a flashlight and put down the canvas. They nodded to the other two soldiers. The two soldiers put up the roadblock.
He raised his head and saluted Ren Yongxu who had already gotten into the car.
"Damn! I was so scared that my heart was pounding," Wang Qiang said, wiping the cold sweat from his head after the car had driven a distance.
Ye Tianming said: "There is nothing to be afraid of, the worst is to make them disappear completely."
Dan Enen rubbed his head and cursed: "Wang Qiang, you bastard, couldn't you have hit the brakes earlier? Look at how I will deal with him. Ouch, it hurts."
"Pfft! Haha!!!" A burst of suppressed laughter came from the carriage.
"Why are you laughing? You dare to laugh at me, are you tired of living?" Dan Enen said with bright eyes.