At this moment, Huang Yuerong by her side was terror-stricken and sobbing quietly. Lu Yuanhua's hat was gone, his face full of dust, his arm seeping blood— looks like the wound had reopened.
Su Xiaowan felt incredibly guilty. If it wasn't for her slow actions, how could these people risk their lives fighting here?
Now, they were almost out of bullets. She could imagine that her second cousin was not faring any better. She was about to shout out but was stopped by Yuanhua, who said: "Xiao Wan, don't be scared, and don't make a sound. The enemy doesn't know how many bullets we have left. If you make a noise, they might guess..."
Lu Yuanhua patted Su Xiaowan's shoulder and said: "Don't worry, we're running out of bullets. I'll go out and get some more. You just hide here..."
After saying this, he gestured to his second cousin, Song Yonghui, and ran out. Presumably, that meant for Song Yonghui to cover him.
