The Rise of the Youth in the War of Resistance

Xu Liumin ran frantically all the way, sweat pouring down his face. He was gasping for breath, as if every breath was exhausting all his strength.

The hurried footsteps raised clouds of dust on the rugged path, and they walked around for a long time, panting.

His eyes were full of vigilance, and he kept looking back, his eyeballs moving as fast as a frightened rabbit. After making sure that no one was following him, he breathed a sigh of relief and began to carefully look for the messenger.

He stood in that empty and silent place, with the only sound around him being the rustling of the grass in the breeze, a sound that seemed particularly clear in the silence.

Xu Liumin used the code he had agreed upon with the messenger in advance, and called out softly with a trembling and somewhat anxious voice:

"Cuckoo, cluck."

Every call was filled with his expectation and anxiety.

The messenger had been hiding behind a small hill nearby, his body as tense as a fully drawn bowstring, his eyes fixed on Xu Liumin's back without blinking, not missing any slight movement.

His heart was beating so fast that it seemed like it was about to jump out of his throat. He was extremely nervous.

After repeatedly confirming that there was no one else hiding in the dark, he slowly stood up and carefully revealed his figure.

His footsteps were very light, as if he was afraid of breaking the silence on the ground, and he lowered his voice and said:

"it's me."

The messenger saw the pale-faced Xu refugee, covering his arm, and frowned, his face full of confusion and worry as he said:

“Is this a fight?

How did you get hurt like this?"

His eyes fell on the wound on Xu Liumin's arm that was still bleeding, and a trace of heartache appeared in his eyes.

Xu Liumin forced a smug smile onto his face, as if he had completed an extremely difficult task.

He took out the document containing the list of members of the Rabbit Party, which he treasured, from his pocket with great difficulty, handed it to the messenger, and said in a hoarse voice with a hint of pride:

"See, this is what you always wanted, isn't it!"

His hands were shaking slightly from nervousness and excitement.

When the messenger saw the key words on the outer packaging, his eyes lit up instantly, he was overjoyed, and his hands trembled as he couldn't wait to open it and take a look.

However, the next second, his expression turned extremely ugly, and he roared angrily:

“Why is it a blank sheet of paper!

You idiot, you've ruined everything!

This is clearly a trap!"

His voice echoed in the empty space, filled with endless anger and despair.

At this moment, the battalion commander and his group, who had been lying in ambush, were quietly surrounding them.

Their steps were as light as cats, and their eyes were full of determination and decisiveness, ready to capture the two men in one fell swoop.

Their figures were looming in the grass, and the weapons in their hands reflected a cold light in the faint moonlight.

But the messenger was experienced after all. He immediately noticed that something was wrong with the atmosphere around him, and a dangerous intuition came to his mind.

He angrily threw the letter that Xu Liumin had risked his life to take out in Xu Liumin's face, his eyes wide open, and he cursed furiously:

"You damn idiot, you fool who doesn't know how to live or die, you actually exposed yourself and didn't even know it!"

Veins bulged on his forehead and saliva flew everywhere.

Xu Liumin took the white paper with a bewildered look on his face and said hurriedly:

"How could this be?"

His eyes were filled with confusion and fear, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

After saying this, the messenger turned around and ran without hesitation, his movements quick and agile.

However, not long after running, they discovered the battalion commander and his group approaching.

They all held weapons, had serious expressions, and majesty in their eyes.

Those stern faces looked like the god of death in the eyes of the messenger.

Battalion Commander Wang Yaxin shouted:

"Don't move!"

His voice was loud and commanding, echoing in the air.

But how could Xu Liumin and the other two compromise like this?

Xu Liumin and the messenger shot with high accuracy. In this fierce close-range combat, several of Battalion Commander Wang Yaxin's men unfortunately fell.

Their blood dyed the ground beneath their feet red, and the bright red bloodstains were particularly glaring among the green grass.

Their painful groans filled the air, making the already tense atmosphere even more solemn.

This shocked and angered the battalion commander Wang Yaxin, who had to immediately give a loud order:

"Shoot them both!"

His voice was filled with anger and determination.

Xu Liumin was shot several times and died.

Relying on the agility acquired through years of training, the messenger dodged left and right amidst the hail of bullets and quickly escaped from the scene through a weak point.

His figure was like a ghost, moving between the gaps between bullets.

Seeing that the messenger had run away, the battalion commander had to order another pursuit.

But Zhao Shao was one step ahead of him. Seeing that the battalion commander and his group could not stop the messenger, he quietly ran away...

……

Zhao Shao was blocking the messenger's path at this time. His expression was gloomy and his eyes were filled with complex light.

The corners of his clothes swayed gently in the breeze, and he held the gun tightly in his hand, his palms full of sweat.

The messenger was overjoyed, thinking that Zhao Shao had come to pick him up. A relieved smile spread across his face, and he shouted:

"Zhao Shao, help me stop the enemy behind us. I will definitely put in a good word for you to my boss!"

He ran towards Zhao Shao excitedly like a bird that had just escaped from a cage and gained freedom.

His footsteps raised the dust on the ground, and the expression on his face was full of desire for survival.

But just as he was about to get close to Zhao Shao, he suddenly saw Zhao Shao raising his gun, with the black muzzle pointing at him.

His smile froze instantly, his heart sank, and he quickly raised his gun to fight back, roaring angrily:

"Zhao Shao, what are you doing?"

The voice was filled with disbelief and anger.

At this critical moment, the system prompt sounded abruptly: "Watch, it is recommended that the host lower his head."

After Zhao Shao fired the gun, he immediately lowered his head and once again narrowly escaped death.

The bullet shot by Zhao Shao also did not hit the messenger, but whizzed past his ear, bringing a cool breeze and making the messenger's hair flutter slightly.

The gunshots from the battalion commander and others who were chasing behind came one after another, and dense bullets flew through the air, making a terrifying sound.

The bullet hit the surrounding rocks, splashing sparks.

The messenger was attacked from both sides and was in a desperate situation.

His eyes were filled with despair and fear, and sweat kept dripping from his forehead.

At this critical moment, he decided to reveal Zhao Shao's identity to the battalion commander and his men in order to save his life. He raised his hands and shouted at the top of his lungs:

“I surrender!

Don't shoot!

I have something important to say.”

A fierce look flashed in Zhao Shao's eyes. He approached him again and shot him without hesitation, saying viciously:

"you shut up!"

After the messenger was shot, blood spurted out like a fountain and his body fell heavily to the ground.

He pointed at Zhao Shao with his eyes wide open, spitting blood from his mouth, and said with difficulty:

“You…why…(⊙o⊙)?

To... betray..."

Before the messenger could finish the word "Zhongtong", he lost too much blood, his breath quickly faded, and he finally stopped breathing.

His finger was still pointing at Zhao Shao, his eyes wide open, as if questioning the injustice of fate.

Zhao Shao spat fiercely at his corpse, his face full of indifference and ruthlessness, and said coldly:

"You'll know when you die."

The battalion commander and his men hurried over and looked at the scene before them. Everyone's face was filled with seriousness and solemnity.

Battalion Commander Wang Yaxin asked:

"what happened?"

His eyes moved back and forth between Zhao Shao and the messenger's body, full of confusion.

Zhao Shao replied:

"He tried to escape, so I had to shoot."

There was no fluctuation in his expression, as if all this was within his expectations.

The death of the messenger also temporarily cuts off Zhao Shao's contact with the Central Bureau of Investigation, making the future situation even more confusing...