After walking a short distance, the two slowed down, and Fifty-Eight asked, "What is it?"
An Moxue took out a compass, glanced at it, and said seriously, "Find a place to hide first, I'll go take a look." An Moxue pointed to Xiao Mao in front of her and said, "Watch my hand gestures in a moment."
An Moxue went down, found a blind spot, released the jeep, drove it to a place where Fifty-Eight could see it, stopped, and waved to Fifty-Eight.
When Wu Ba saw the jeep, her joy was overflowing. She rushed towards An Moxue with a big smile.
He opened the car door and rushed into the passenger seat.
An Moxue started the car and drove off. "Hold on tight, are you ready?"
"Hummingbird, how did you do that?"
"Are you sure you want to ask now?" An Mo glanced at the rearview mirror and saw the soldiers chasing up the hillside behind them. Fifty-eight also saw them.
She muttered to herself, "He's like a persistent ghost!"
Next, the bumpy mountain road forced her to hold on tightly to the handrail, her buttocks bobbing up and down with the vehicle's movements.
The soldiers chasing from the mountain peak saw the departing vehicle and angrily ran down the mountain, firing indiscriminately at the rear of the car, but unfortunately, they only hit thin air.
The two walked further and further away, and Fifty-Eight even fired three shots into the air in a show of defiance, which made the soldiers behind them, who had been watching them leave, furious.
The vehicle was moving at full speed the whole time, and the bumpy ride was so bad that even someone who didn't know what motion sickness was would doubt that she felt like she was going to vomit her guts out. It was truly an unpleasant experience.
It wasn't until they left the 17th Division's territory that An Moxue stopped the car, took out a gas can from the trunk, and refueled the car.
Fifty-eight got off the bus to get some fresh air and stretch his body, which had been shaken to pieces.
"Where did this car come from?" she asked, genuinely curious.
"I asked a friend to help me prepare it. There are also a few other places that have it."
"As expected of the Hummingbird, the preparations are thorough. I admire you!" Fifty-eight clenched his fists and performed a traditional martial arts salute.
An Moxue accepted it without hesitation, saying, "Of course."
Having escaped, the tension of the past few days eased for the two women, and they felt more relaxed than ever before. They were confident that they could evade the subsequent search.
After refueling, An Moxue asked, "Is the wound alright?"
Fifty-eight said somewhat dejectedly, "Probably, maybe, not so good!"
An Moxue glared at her, truly unable to change her nature. "What are you thinking about? Why didn't you say so earlier? Get in the car."
Once in the car, An Moxue took out her tools and medicine, and opened the gauze covering Fifty-Eight's wound. It was completely soaked with blood, and the open wound was swollen and looked rather frightening.
An Moxue said nothing, only silently bandaging the wound with gentle yet quick movements. "It's best not to let it reopen, otherwise it will be difficult to heal in a short time. Do you have any plans?"
Fifty-eight said happily, "Now that we've got the stuff, of course we're going back to the country." She was completely different from her expressionless face during the fight just now, like an innocent little girl.
An Moxue rolled her eyes where An Moxue couldn't see. Just like before, she liked to play innocent and lie. She asked, "Is there a safe route?"
"It used to be safe, but now we don't know if it's safe or not. We'll just have to wait and see! If all else fails, we can always try again. It's not like we haven't tried before." His cunning nature has changed somewhat, replaced by a ruthless edge, making him more willing to fight directly. Perhaps this is the price of experience!
"Can you trust me?"
“Of course,” she answered without hesitation.
She doesn't believe it.
They are people who must always remain rational; vigilance is ingrained in their bones.
However, she wasn't upset. This was the essential lesson for survival. What could be more important than completing the mission alive and then escaping unscathed?
On the contrary, she would be very happy.
"Then come with me. There's food in my backpack, chocolate, you can have some first!"
"Sure!" she agreed, as if it were a simple request to have lunch at your house, once again entrusting her safety to the hummingbird.
Actually, she had always been vigilant, but her intuition told her that trusting her, just like trusting Jiu, would bring her a pleasant surprise.
An Moxue smiled, returned to the driver's seat, started the car, and drove away.
After driving for a while, An Moxue took a box out of the trunk and said to Fifty-Eight, "Next, let's do some modifications."
Then, she witnessed the disguise techniques she had learned at the base, and there was someone who had mastered them even more skillfully than Jiu, and that was the person in front of her.
She watched helplessly as she transformed herself from a middle-aged woman from Lan Kingdom into a middle-aged noblewoman from Lan Kingdom, the kind with blonde hair and blue eyes, even her temperament changed, and then she was transformed into a young woman from Oseri with dark eyes and brown hair.
At this moment, she channeled the same jealousy she had shown towards Jiu into the hummingbird, muttering to herself, "You're truly blessed with natural talent! How come you're so amazing at everything! I'm so jealous! I'm so jealous!"
"Feel the sting! This is your identity information. Memorize it. It contains your identification documents and will be useful when you're checked." Almost every identity she used had someone else to refer to it, making it difficult to be exposed.
"Lulu, oh my god! This is the first time I've ever used such a delicate name."
"It's nothing, it's just a name. If you encounter any inspections, just go ahead and act all high and mighty like a spoiled young lady."
"Okay! I can do this!"
An Moxue packed her things, took out clothes, and the two of them changed into them, instantly making them look more like the real thing!
The car restarted, and the two of them got on the road, this time driving very slowly.
An Moxue drove the car, and Wu Ba also quieted down. After a while, the sound of even breathing could be heard.
Along the way, the two of them were always on the go. When they came across a restaurant, they would order the quickest meal, eat it, and then continue on their way.
When faced with unreasonable roadblocks and checks, she would simply deal with it in a roundabout way, displaying the arrogance and domineering nature of a spoiled young lady to the fullest extent, making people let her pass even if they didn't want to.
Finally, after driving for six days, the two arrived in the small town one dark night.
An Moxue sneaked into the town in the dark, learned some news, and brought back some food.
"There haven't been any major transactions along this route for the past few days, so it's relatively safe. Your injuries have mostly healed. Be careful on the road. I'll bring you some more medicine and food, and also some guns and ammunition. How about we set off now?"
"good."
An Moxue drove Route 58 towards the border, explaining the details of the route as she went.
"Did you remember that? Is there anything else you want to ask?"
"Hmm, you've been here?"
"certainly."
"No wonder, thank you." Having unhesitatingly handed over his escape route, what else could she say?
After some time, An Moxue stopped the car, blocked it with dead branches, and said to Fifty-Eight, "I'll take you to the border, and then I'll come back. There are many wild animals along the way, so you must be careful and make sure your wounds don't tear."
And so, An Moxue walked and talked until she reached the border. She stopped and said to Fifty-Eight, "I wish you a safe journey home. I won't see you off any further. Have a good trip."
As he spoke, he handed her a large bag.
Fifty-eight took it and left without looking back, his heroic figure shining even in the dark night.
"Fifty-eight, I'm so glad I could save you!"
Fifty-eight seemed to sense something, turned around, and saw only pitch blackness.
She stopped to rest when it was dawn. She took out the bag An Moxue had given her. Inside were bread and braised meat that could be eaten cold, as well as two bottles of medicine: one for injuries and one for replenishing qi and blood. She picked them up and took out one pill according to the instructions.
The familiar, pungent scent instantly flooded her mind, and she happily muttered to herself, "I knew it! Where did that feeling come from? If it weren't for this medicine, I would still be fooled there! You're amazing, Jiu! We're both still alive, that's wonderful! I owe you my life!"
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