Urgent gasping made Gao Wei's chest sound like a broken bellows. Running on the battlefield at night, watching bullets whizz past him closely, hearing the sounds of the chasing members of the Filipino Trojan Squad right behind him, he felt like he would die the next moment.
"No, I'm indeed going to die." Gao Wei gritted his teeth, got up and continued to run. He had previously thought that the Trojan Horse Game was not that hard when he was following Tang Zheng. But when he was singled out, he truly experienced the harshness of this world.
Due to excessive blood loss, dizziness and weakness began to invade Gao Wei's brain and limbs. He only knew to run towards the light of the fort, betting that Tang Zheng had to be alive. If he could rendezvous with him, he would survive.
