"Han Mei, Han Mei's dead. Someone help us." Li Meilian, who wasn't in the same car as Tang Zheng, began screaming. The panicked tone in her strained voice was undeniable.
Chu Baichuan wanted to climb up and man the machine gun, but Ai Yixin pulled him back, shaking his head.
"Ruan Zhimin, man the machine gun or get the hell out," Tang Zheng bellowed. After hesitating for a moment, Ruan Zhimin got up. The twin machine guns opened fire, effectively dispersing the accompanying infantry of more than sixty people.
Except for seven or eight who managed to escape, the rest were all dead. When the gunfire ceased, the smell of gunpowder and the heavy stench of blood slowly dissipated with the night wind, inducing nausea.
"Is there a chance to save Han Mei? Look properly." Qin Yan shouted with a strained voice. She didn't dare to leave the car, who could guarantee that the soldiers wouldn't hide in the dark and shoot from there.
