“go!”

Liu Jianming shouted and rushed out first. The convenience store owner followed closely. Leng Feng followed behind with the black children in turn, followed by a large group of people begging for melon-eating.

Looking around, the streets were already in chaos, vehicles were blocked in a mess, traffic was already paralyzed, crowds of panic were everywhere, gunfire sounds were endless, and passers-by fell down from time to time.

The regular army was in the south of the city and the Red Turban Army was in the north of the city. The two sides exchanged fierce fire with vehicles, and the ak swept "crackling!" like fried beans.

"Boss, how do we get out of the city? There is already a war zone in front of me..." Liu Jianming asked anxiously. How to choose the best path to get out of the city must be the local snake in the city who knows better.

"Don't call me boss. I've been sleeping on firewood and tasting gall for ten years," the boss looked back at the ruins, helplessly, "My surname is Qian, just call me Lao Qian. Those bastards with red scarves must have entered from the East Gate. According to the current situation, Ximen must still be in the hands of the regular army. Let's go to Ximen."

"Then go to Ximen!" After simply confirming the direction, Liu Jianming immediately took advantage of idle cars of all sizes as cover and ran towards Ximen along the street and the fleeing crowd.

"Boom!" With a sound, a shell from somewhere hit a five-story building in front of him. "Crash!" The dust was flying, and the collapsed building buried the entire road.

"Da da da da da da da da!"

There was a roaring sound behind him, and the melon-eating crowds who were falling behind were knocked to the ground, just like harvested wheat, neatly.

A team of Red Turban Army swept along the street.

"Let's go! Let's go here!" The local snake Lao Qian played the role of a guide in time. Although this guy is extremely unreliable, he is still very dedicated when dealing with his own life.

Several people followed Lao Qian. As soon as they ran into the alley, a shell landed at the place where they had just stopped. The people who were asking for help were reimbursed collectively.

After passing through the alley, the block ahead became even more chaotic. The regular army and the Red Turban Army each occupied the buildings on the street, and abandoned vehicles and other bunkers fought fiercely. The guns were almost inconsistent.

Especially in a building ahead, the fire points set up by the regular army were extremely fierce, causing great casualties to the Red Turban Army advancing below.

"Swoosh!"

The Red Turban Army fired a rocket, dragging its long tail, and hit the building.

"Boom!"

Cement blocks fly around.

"careful!"

Liu Jianming suddenly pulled old money, and a piece of cement as big as a millstone almost smashed the latter into meat paste on the spot.

"Thank you." Old Qian was gasping for breath with lingering fear. The situation of the regular army was very unoptimistic, and the city was very likely to be out of protection.

"Buzzing buzzing!" A powerful motor sound, an armed truck of the Red Turban Army drove over. The truck was carrying a four-unit machine gun, which was controlled by three Red Turban Army soldiers. "Bump-bump..." killed the regular troops nearby resisting into scum.

"Go away! Let's go over there!"

Old Qian shouted, and once again played the role of a guide, leading several people to a vegetable market on the left, through the empty sales area, and to another street.

In the war of artillery fire, personal abilities were weakened to a very small extent. Even Long Aotian's figure was hit by a machine gun or was wiped by a shell shrapnel. He would have broken bones and bones on the spot and would have no place to die.

It is really stupid to not run and stand up.

Besides, it was someone else's civil war, and as long as it didn't block his own way, Liu Jianming had no time to pay attention, because the red scarf army's hair-catching system that he killed in the convenience store was not rewarded.

Who is willing to do something thankless?

Leng Feng, who was traveling with him, had the same idea as the upper floor. If you can escape, try to escape. Otherwise, if you kill too hard and attract the attention of the main force of the Red Turban Army, it would be bad.

No one will do such a loss-making business by helping regular soldiers kill enemies for free.

Three people and a black child ran to the vicinity of the west gate. Suddenly, several military trucks drove over in front. The regular soldiers on it got off the train and pointed the ak at them countless times.

"chinese!chinese!" Lao Qian raised his hand and shouted, not knowing where to take out a small five-star red flag and waving it constantly.

"It's the Chinese, let them go!" The commander immediately stopped his subordinates' reckless behavior and ordered them to let Lao Qian pass through the line of defense.

An armored vehicle of the Red Turban Army behind him hit a wall and emerged, and a large number of rebels followed.

A group of regular troops immediately entered the battle and relied on trucks to block the attack.

The fierce battle behind prevented the fleeing people from staying for a while. In a panic, Lao Qian accidentally fell and something popped out of his pocket, but he was anxious to escape and did not pay attention.

At the gate of the city, a group of fleeing local residents were guided by a regular army to guide a bus. The inside was overloaded, but there were still many people squeezing inside.

"Two brothers, I'm sorry, I'm going to get on the bus." Old Qian rushed over and joined the refugee ranks, rushing to squeeze into the bus. If there is a car, that's a real stupidity.

"Hey, Lao Qian, they only receive their own residents, you can't get up!" Leng Feng shouted to the back of the building, because there were many other nationalities at the door of the car, all of whom were stopped by the regular army without hesitation.

"Hehehehe! Didn't I say it? From 3:52:23 pm on the 20th of last month, I have been a citizen of this country." Old Qian said proudly. As long as the regular army finally subdue the lost land again, it would be very easy to make another fortune in the war and bring about a resurrection of the dead by his own means.

Returning to China?! It doesn't exist!

There is a chance of turning the tables, who wants to return to China? Unless it is absolutely necessary, it is a time when life is endangered.

Liu Jianming: “…”

Leng Feng: "..."

I have met shameless people, but I have never seen such shameless people.

"Hey, sir, you can't get on the bus, and non-Chinese people are not allowed to get on the bus." Lao Qian was about to fill in the numbers and squeeze into the bus with the crowd, but was stopped by the regular army.

"I am my own people! Of course I am my own people! I have my own nationality certificate." Lao Qian smiled wretchedly and touched his pocket-

His expression changed drastically immediately.

"Oh, where is my wallet?!"

Lao Qian was extremely anxious, as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, sweating flowing.

It's over, it's over, something big will happen now!
Chapter completed!