Zaka, who had already reunited with the two superiors, wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "General, you truly deserve to be called a general. I'm truly impressed. How could you play so recklessly?"
He then glared at Nota and Chatun beside him, "What are you looking at? Didn't you hear what the general said? Fight..."
The gunshots became more frequent, but one could still hear the roar of the off-road vehicle's engine and the sharp sound of the vehicle tearing through the air under extreme acceleration.
Balu kept calling Nanxi all the way, but the phone kept ringing and no one answered.
The man's scalp was numb, and the veins on his forehead were bulging high due to anger and tension, as if they would burst at the next second.
But his brain was extremely clear at this time, recalling and analyzing every detail at high speed, trying to find some clues from it.
Suddenly, the messy painting his wife had drawn flashed through his mind. The circles were independent and yet intertwined with each other. Finally, his memory stopped at a small shadow she had painted in red.
He seemed to wake up in an instant, and was shocked, frightened, afraid, and unbelievable.
"Nan Xiaoxi, how dare you?" The man gritted his teeth, his hand holding the gun on his leg was brimming with veins and white knuckles.
When the group arrived at the village, there were broken walls and ruins everywhere.
No one would have thought that such a small village would be bombed by armed helicopters. The smell left by the grenade explosion was still strong and pungent. The villagers' shouts and curses, and the children's cries were irritating and buzzing in people's ears. The flames that shot up into the sky after the explosion illuminated half of the night sky and burned fiercely in the black pupils of the anxious man.
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