At this time, Dulin faced two choices.
Option one, he hides in the carriage and does not get out. When the other party does not know exactly how many people are standing outside the carriage with guns raised, they will then slowly open the carriage and open fire at the same time. Dulin will be hit by a dozen or more bullets. After being hit by a bullet, it became inhuman form and became "feed" for some animals in the wild to store fat for the winter!
Option two is to rush out immediately before the other party is ready to "greet" them, and use the door made of steel plates to temporarily resist for a period of time. Maybe the final result may not change much from the result of option one, but it is also possible to survive.
Without thinking twice, Du Lin kicked the car open. After a dull collision, the door bounced back. After he grabbed the car door, he immediately pulled the trigger on the guy closest to the car. The bullet penetrated his neck easily, tore a large amount of flesh and blood, and flew out from the other side, taking away a large amount of blood.
People always say that humans are transformed from monkeys, and sometimes this is indeed possible. When the two chickens "died" beside the carriage door, the other gunmen who had already walked around immediately began to retreat and shrink back. In fact, if they all rushed over together at this time, no matter Du Lin, Du Fo, or the other three people, there would be no chance of them being spared. Someone will definitely have to sacrifice in this process, but it seems that no one wants to be the one to sacrifice, so they choose to retreat at the same time.
They came by car, and there were four cars. No wonder the unlucky guy in the cab thought this scene was big. Of course, he got what he wanted - the two greatest things in life, birth. , and death!
There were two guns on the ground, and there were thirteen or four people on the opposite side. The intensive firepower made Du Lin and the others dare not even expose their feet. The two sides seemed to be in a stalemate. No one could do anything to the other, and no one was willing to go out and die. It was embarrassing. balance.
One kilometer away, five children were walking back in frustration. They had been waiting all afternoon and still didn't see the person they were waiting for. Savvy bumped the heavy backpack on his back, making a crisp impact sound. There were wine bottles inside, wine bottles filled with kerosene. Six months ago, he might not even have the money to buy a bottle, but since Dufo became the leader of the hometown association, he can not only spend a large amount of money every month to support his family, but also give it to his younger brother. Give the sisters some pocket money and let them buy what they like.
The bottle and the kerosene in the bottle consumed nearly 80% of Savi's pocket money, reducing his current "deposit" by more than half. But he doesn't regret it. What he regrets is that he may have chosen a wrong path. No matter how he calculated, the other party should have arrived, but he hasn't found anyone yet. If it wasn't that the escort vehicle was delayed, it was because they took another route.
This made Savi very frustrated, and he also planned to show off in front of Dulin and his brother Dufo. This kind of thing is best used to deal with those bulky escort vehicles. It’s just that Savvy seemed to have forgotten one thing. If he used these incendiary bombs to set fire to the escort vehicle, the two escort personnel would certainly have to leave the cab due to the combustion and high temperature, but the temperature would also affect the people in the carriage.
"I knew we should choose another one!" complained a young man named Drote, "We walked all morning to get here, and then we had to wait until night before we could go home. However, today we walked Nothing has been done, except the cold wind blowing for a day!" He tightened his tight clothes. Being blown by the cold wind in the wilderness was not a comfortable thing. Fortunately, although they were young, they also knew something about survival in the wild. Using dead grass to build a temporary nest to avoid the cold wind, perhaps this is a survival skill that all children from poor families know.
Savi's inner turmoil was reflected on his ugly face. He glanced at Drote, kept silent and continued walking forward, thanking God that there was no snow, otherwise they would have been even more miserable.
After walking for less than two minutes, Savi suddenly stopped, and the friends around him also stopped.
"Did you hear it? There's some noise!" Savvy tilted his head and used his ears to greet the cold wind and the slight sound of gunshots in the cold wind. He made a silent movement, his eyes getting bigger and bigger, He couldn't help but get excited, "It's gunshots, yes, it's definitely gunshots. We didn't choose the wrong path. Dulin and Dufo need us now!" There was a kind of yearning and perseverance in his eyes, and he seemed to be a People like Dulin and Dufo were his lifelong pursuit.
The other friends also nodded. The dense gunshots were not very clear in the wind, but they could definitely be heard. They immediately ran from the road into the wilderness, covered themselves with withered grass, and ran forward quickly. Children in childhood do not have as much to learn as children from rich families. They are deprived of the right to go to school by poverty, but they get the innocence and joy that those rich children do not experience.
For example, hide and seek is a very popular and fun way to play. In the dense alleys and among the dense woods in the suburbs, this is where they "have fun" and they learn how to make themselves look more integrated with the environment.
The gunshots became clearer and clearer, and after climbing over a small slope, they could clearly see a group of guys in coats and hats facing them. Savi raised his hand and pressed softly, and the friends immediately lowered their figures. The dead grass on their bodies camouflaged their appearance very well, making them blend into the surrounding "grass waves" like a solidified one. They bent down and slowly approached the group of people, only about ten meters away.
This group of people was concentrating on exchanging fire with the target hiding behind the escort vehicle. How could they have thought that several little ones had appeared beside them
"These people...are they our own people or enemies?" Drote scratched his head, but Savi was very sure.
"Don't think about it, these are all bad guys." He glanced at the cab of the escort vehicle stained red with blood, his mind immediately started spinning, and he immediately came up with a standard answer. He took off his backpack and distributed the homemade incendiary bombs contained in it to his friends, two to each person. "Throw it on the car, don't throw it at their feet. Look at my actions. When I throw it, let's just throw it." Throw it together!”
He asked everyone to spread out a little and move closer to the road, and then lit the cloth on the bottle. His heartbeat was rising rapidly at this time, and the strong sensation of thumping made his body tremble slightly. In addition to a trace of fear that I didn't want to admit, I was more excited. He stood up and threw out the incendiary bombs in his hands. His friends also threw out bottles filled with kerosene.
The price of inferior glass bottles is very low, and the quality is certainly not very high. These bottles will break immediately after touching something hard. The splashed fire oil was ignited by the fire source in an instant, like five huge "flame flowers" blooming.
In an instant, more than half of the men in trench coats were set on fire, but the "enemy being buried in the flames" they expected did not happen. Yes, many men in trench coats were soaked in fire oil and set alight, but it was winter and they were wearing several layers of clothing. After taking off their trench coats, the flames were basically unable to harm them. Fortunately, after the first wave passed, there was another wave of fire oil, and this time Savi chose to throw it at the feet of these people.
He didn't understand what disrupting the formation meant. He only knew that since these people could avoid being ignited by the flames by taking off their clothes, there would be no place for them to stand.
A very naive idea, but sometimes it means it is effective.
The effect is not on the incendiary bombs, but on Dulin and others hiding behind the escort vehicle.
When Du Lin heard the curses, he had already realized that something else might have happened. He waited for about ten seconds. The moment another round of curses came, he immediately rolled towards the grass on the roadside. . No one shot at him, and Dufo and three others rushed into the grass. Then they saw a group of men in suits who were on fire, fighting the flames on their pants outside the fire scene.
Some people are fighting the flames, and some are taking off their pants. Taking off their pants is definitely much slower than taking off their clothes. No matter who comes to help them, now is a good opportunity.
When gunfire rang out, the men in suits knew something was seriously wrong. They also faced two choices at this time.
Option one is to pick up a pistol and fight back regardless of the flames on their bodies. It is possible that they can complete this mission, but they will definitely be severely burned by the flames and even be burned to death.
Option two, regardless of Du Lin's counterattack, find a place where you can hide the bullets and put out the fire on your body. If you ensure your own safety and then fight back, you may be shot to death directly.
They were very confused. They should be in the same mood as Du Lin before. No matter what choice they made, it was a very difficult choice, which meant great danger.
Time waits for no one, gunfire rang out continuously, and people fell down one after another. Someone rushed into the lower grass on the side of the road and soon had to return to the main road. Under the raging merciless winter wind, the moisture in the grass has long been drained. A spark may ignite a piece of grass, let alone such an obvious source of fire? Large tracts of grass began to burn violently under the blow of the cold wind, forcing those people to run back to the road.
The gunfire stopped suddenly, and looking at the miserable howls of the remaining Burning Men, Du Lin and Du Fo looked at each other and breathed a sigh of relief. They wanted to meet the "good Samaritans" who helped them.
(End of chapter)