Wild Journey

During the meal, Mu Han briefly described the current situation to Feng Yao.

Feng Yao asked: "Then have you contacted the military now?"

Mu Han: "The military didn't respond, but they contacted Yu Qing. He said that the front line is fighting, and the military is preparing to attack the building. There are only four of us here, and there are all rebel troops around. The military probably doesn't want to take care of it." We are."

Gu Xiao asked: "Where are they now?"

Mu Han: "Commander, go back to the association soon."

Gu Xiao: "You left the car on the map?"

Mu Han: "Who still uses paper maps now? Isn't there a chatterbox in the Yuqing regiment? He pointed out the roads, so there is no printed map."

Gu Xiao stopped talking, his face was speechless.

"I can take you away." Feng Yao said suddenly, "but only if you help me get back my lenses." He took off the earrings, and after tapping, a projection of the nearby terrain appeared on the top of the earrings. He Point to the red dot on the rear side of the Rebel building on the projection, "In the dump behind the building."

"Little brother, do you know what this means?" Mu Han said, "All the forces of the rebel army are concentrated here. There are only four of us. You and Fang Xiaowen are not counted as combat power. We only have two submachine guns and few bullets left. Going deep into the enemy's cave at this time...is sending you to death, understand?"

Seeing Mu Han's refusal, Feng Yao didn't insist either: "In that case, I'll go by myself. For saving my life, see you again when I have a chance, and I will repay you."

Feng Yao supported the wall, just stood up straight, there was a burst of unbearable pain in his knees, but he didn't want to win sympathy, he didn't want to show weakness, so he forced his legs to open, deliberately concealing the faltering of his steps, and slowly leave.

It was as if a sharp knife had been inserted into his knees. Every step he took, he would grind his flesh and meridians and scratch his bones. When he reached the stairs, Feng Yao began to worry about how to go downstairs again. At this moment, someone behind him stopped him: "Hey, little cripple over there, come back, we will take you there."

Feng Yao reacted for a while before realizing that the 'little cripple' was calling him. The corner of his mouth twitched. He turned to look at Mu Han, but Mu Han was looking at Gu Xiao. After kicking him, he hurriedly changed his words: "Well, Feng Yao, right? We can accompany you, but you have to pay more."

Since the old society, mercenaries have been called "war hyenas". They are only interested in profit, disregarding morality, and only admire money. Feng Yao thinks of the identities of Mu Han and Gu Xiao, and suddenly feels that it is forgivable. He wants to get the lens back , It's not that I want to die, it's best if someone is willing to follow.Mu Han's condition was just like a step, Feng Yao followed suit and said, "Yes."

With the general goal in mind, the next step is to perfect the plan. Feng Yao glanced at the two solitary submachine guns and the few boxes of ammunition that were rather shabby, and asked, "What should I do if I don't have any weapons?"

Gu Xiao wrote lightly: "Arsenal."

Mu Han took out a small binoculars and looked in front of the window: "Stealing ammunition is not easy, not to mention that there are guards, we don't even know the password... No, Feng Yao, can you use that authority to open the door?"

Gu Xiao stood up, picked up the submachine gun, and checked the bullets.

"Theoretically, it's possible." Feng Yao raised his face and looked at Gu Xiao, "Are you going now? Then I'll write it down for you."

There was a ballpoint pen in the package of the bread promotion, but it had been left for too long, and the water was not flowing smoothly, Feng Yao took it to his lips, took a couple of moist and warm breaths, and wanted to write it down on Gu Xiao's clothes.

Gu Xiao raised his sleeves and passed his arm over.

He looks tall and thin, but he has considerable muscle mass. To maintain his balance, Feng Yao pressed lightly on his forearm, which felt hard to the touch, but it didn't take too much effort to write.Feng Yao concentrated on writing, and felt that Gu Xiao was looking at him again, and then he looked back, but Gu Xiao turned his eyes away and stopped looking.

Feng Yao: "???"

Gu Xiao said coldly: "What are you looking at me for? Remember you."

Feng Yao retorted: "Obviously you saw me first."

Gu Xiao: "Do you have evidence?"

Feng Yao: "..."

Feng Yao didn't want to talk to Gu Xiao anymore, but he didn't want to go back, he still had to do business, he reluctantly told Gu Xiao about the authority-related matters, and finally took off his coat and returned it to Gu Xiao.

Feng Yao said angrily, "Repay you."

Gu Xiao raised his hand, grabbed the back collar of the coat, helped Feng Yao pull it up again, and said calmly, "Put it on."

Feng Yao only had one shirt left, and the shirt was tattered. After all, it would be more decent to put on a coat, so he didn't refuse, and his attitude towards Gu Xiao was better, and he said indifferently: "Good luck! .”

Not long after Gu Xiao and Mu Han left, Fang Xiaowen woke up.

At the darkest hour before dawn, the flames of war soared straight into the sky, tearing the dark night into pieces, and the daylight gradually faded away, breaking through the smoke-heavy mist and dyeing the sky a new round of fish-belly white. Fang Xiaowen looked out the window in a daze, then looked at Feng Yao, and said pleasantly, "You're finally awake!"

Feng Yao looked back at her, Fang Xiaowen approached, chattering and caring about him: "You were so hurt, I was scared to death looking at it, but luckily you woke up, how do you feel now? Are you feeling better?"

Feng Yao hummed, and said politely, "Thank you."

"You saved me first. Why do you thank me? I should thank you." Fang Xiaowen smiled and sat opposite Feng Yao. Feng Yao sat against the wall and played with dismantling the communicator. No. [-]'s military jacket, the thin body is even more slender, Fang Xiaowen wanted to return the jacket to him, but he had to give up when he saw it, and turned to look at the scattered parts on the ground, chatting, "This communicator is too old, it can't be repaired." OK."

Feng Yao polished the parts, noncommittal: "It's quite old."

Fang Xiaowen said: "Don't fix it, let Mu Han change it later."

After hearing this, Feng Yao started to assemble it, and then disassembled it not long after it was assembled. Fang Xiaowen was still persuading him at first, but later found out that this person was not for repairing things at all, but just not used to idle hands.

Fang Xiaowen asked: "Which school did you graduate from? Yesoya?" Artificial intelligence is installed on the lens, which can remotely decipher the authority of arms. When she is bored, she likes to delve into things. She thinks Feng Yao must be a top student.

Feng Yao: "I never went to school."

Fang Xiaowen was surprised: "No way?"

Feng Yao stammered, "I learned from my adoptive father."

Fang Xiaowen: "Oh, then your adoptive father is very powerful."

Feng Yao nodded, showing no humility.

Fang Xiaowen was about to ask him what his adoptive father did, when he heard steady footsteps coming from the corridor, Mu Han and Gu Xiao, one in front of the other, returned with a full load of guns and ammunition, still wearing the military uniform of the rebel army.

"Come on, come on and put on your clothes."

Mu Han threw out two sets of clothes to Feng Yao and Fang Xiaowen. These clothes were ripped off from the soldiers in the arsenal. The smell of sweat was mixed with blood. Fang Xiaowen was reluctant, but he put them on while pinching his nose.

Mu Han and Gu Xiao were sorting out their equipment. Each of them carried a hand-held multi-barreled machine gun, with bullets wrapped around their waists, and two submachine guns pinned to their legs. Fang Xiaowen asked curiously, "Isn't it heavy?"

This question is a bit mentally handicapped, Gu Xiao ignored her.

"It's heavy, can it not be heavy?" Mu Han said, "So it's too tiring to go to the battlefield, I still like to take on some leisurely tasks... Forget it, you two, pack up and go."

The way back was not too far away, Mu Han led the way based on his memory, Feng Yao followed at the end, his face was pale and his calves were trembling.

Gu Xiao walked backwards, looking at him.

Feng Yao was very uncomfortable being stared at, but he saw Gu Xiao's slightly flickering eyes against the early morning light, which was very beautiful, and he couldn't say anything to question him for a while, so he had to pretend that he didn't see it.

Gu Xiao hung the machine gun on his shoulder and walked more and more slowly. When he was about to pass by Feng Yao, he grabbed Feng Yao's elbow.Feng Yao was caught off guard, and Gu Xiao immediately pulled him onto his back and carried him on his back.

"What are you doing?" Feng Yao struggled twice, but he was so seriously injured that he looked like a cripple, and he couldn't resist Gu Xiao at all. He frowned and straightened up restlessly, "Put me down, I can walk."

Gu Xiao: "You are too slow."

Feng Yao: "Then I'll hurry up, let me down."

Mu Han: "Just let him recite it, add money and it's over."

Feng Yao: "..."