That was her and Su Weifeng.
"How much longer until we cross the border?" Meng Kebiao asked from behind, his voice hoarse and sounding rather weak.
Su Weifeng's voice was quite dry as he said, "Less than ten kilometers."
"Ten kilometers... Sounds close, but is it really an insurmountable distance? I'm afraid they will be even more numerous up ahead; they absolutely won't want me to make it back to my country."
"Don't worry, as long as I'm not dead, I'll definitely get you back."
While talking, Su Weifeng suddenly shifted direction. A tree they were heading towards was directly taken down by bullets.
Swallowing a mouthful of saliva, Meng Keqing said weakly, "I'm so hungry, I really want to eat something."
Su Weifeng pulled out a piece of compressed biscuit from his pocket and lifted it to his neck, saying, "Here, there's still a biscuit. Eat it."
