With a new mission goal in mind, Hu Yi regained his focus, rushed down the railway embankment like the wind, crashed into the fleeing crowd, and rushed towards the woman on the verge of death. No matter who stood in front of him, no matter how tall, short, fat, thin, old, weak, sick or disabled, in Hu Yi's eyes, they were just irrelevant shackles, and he ruthlessly tore them aside, pushed them hard and knocked them down, ran and trampled them, and split a wailing gap in the panicked crowd.
Su Qing felt that he was suddenly picked up by a pair of strong arms. Before he could see the situation clearly, he was thrown up heavily, his waist and abdomen pressed against a broad shoulder, his upper body hung upside down and leaned against a strong back, and he was bumped towards the outside of the crowd.
Su Qing panicked and involuntarily tried to grab the other person's collar to maintain balance. When her hand touched the bottom pocket of the other person's shirt, she felt the shape of a pistol and pulled it out casually. It was a Browning 1900.
In an instant, the wound in my heart that had not yet healed was suddenly torn open again. This was that bastard, that shameless person, that despicable deserter.
The trajectory of the first plane's continuous shooting was passing the position just left, crackling and stirring up two continuous splashes of dust mist, mixed with the howling of being hit and pieces of blood-red. But at this moment, Su Qing didn't care about these, and without hesitation, he put the pistol against his bumpy back and pulled the trigger.
Click—the magazine had already been emptied, so Su Qing clenched the pistol tightly, using it as a hammer, and hit the back that could only be seen, hitting it hard with all his strength, again and again. The hand holding the gun was numb and painful, and he could no longer hold it, and the gun fell out of his hand. So he twisted his body with all his strength, pressed his face against his lower back, and bit down, biting hard, a circle of scarlet seeped through the military uniform...
Hu Yi put one hand around Su Qing's thighs, carried her on his shoulders and ran at full speed. He had to leave the railway and get out of the dense crowd. Hu Yi knew where the plane would hit because he had experienced it too many times. Suddenly, he felt something pressing against his back, and an urgent warning of death instantly came to his mind. It was the muzzle of a gun!
But Hu Yi did not make any evasive moves and continued to run. Since becoming a soldier, it seemed that this was the first time that he had to carry out an order for himself, and he had to carry it out to the end. Although the price seemed a bit high, he owed her this, okay...
Click—it turned out to be her pistol. Hu Yi couldn't help but feel lucky that this silly woman had forgotten that she had already run out of bullets.
Then there was a sharp pain on his back. The sharp metal felt like the handle of a pistol. Then the severe pain continued, causing Hu Yi, who was carrying Su Qing, to stagger, but he still ran with his teeth gritted. If he hadn't known that the woman was hitting him from behind, Hu Yi would have thought he was shot. This crazy woman, even if I am unforgivable, don't you want to live
Finally, there was a sharp pain in his waist, which continued to spread from that point. This vicious woman! Finally, Hu Yi fell heavily...
Night came with fatigue. Even at night, the flow of people never stopped. Hu Yi stopped, because he knew that traveling at night would not help him get further, and a proper rest would help him to reach the end.
Just near the railway where the shadows were surging, they chose a small dry open space and lit a bonfire. Hu Yi took off his shirt and handed it to the woman, but was rejected by the ruthless silence. He took out two sweet potatoes from the dry food bag and gave them to her. She took them expressionlessly and ate them up voraciously. It was not that Hu Yi was stingy, but there were not many sweet potatoes. Originally, they were for one person. Now there were two people, and if they had to travel quickly, they had to plan their use. Dinner was supposed to be one sweet potato per person, but Hu Yi gave her his own as well.
From the first time they met until now, she had never said a word. Of course, when they first met, her mouth was blocked and she couldn't say anything even if she wanted to. Now, she sat in front of the bonfire with her knees together, just staring at the bonfire, and it seemed that the bonfire was staring at her, like a delicate statue. Along the way, Hu Yi tried to talk to her, but got no response. In her eyes, Hu Yi was not even as good as air.
Hu Yi used branches to fan the campfire to make the flames lower and burn more slowly, then added a few thick branches he had collected into the fire, and sat down opposite the fire.
"I am Hu Yi, a deserter from the 107th Division. Who are you?"
"… "
"Where did you get your gun?"
"… "
"You are not a rich lady, because a daughter of a noble family cannot bear this kind of hardship. You are not an officer's concubine, because you are... a virgin. You are not a spy either, if you were you could always seek help from the army. So who are you? Why are you carrying a gun?"
"… "
"I know you hate me, but shouldn't you say something about murder?"
After hearing what Hu Yi said, Su Qing finally raised her head and looked at Hu Yi with contempt across the firelight. "I owe that kid, but I don't owe you!"
"… "
"Using this as an excuse to destroy a woman's innocence, is that being righteous or mean?"
"… "
"Do you think that just because you saved me during the day, I would be grateful and forget about it? Do you think a woman's innocence is as cheap as the weeds on the roadside?"
"… "
"How much better are you than those invaders who are killing innocent people?"
"… "
"You cowardly deserter, you despicable bastard, are you worthy of being a human being?"
"… "
"Speak!"
The bonfire was reflected in a pair of beautiful cold black pupils, burning fiercely, staring at Hu Yi, making Hu Yi dare not look directly at it, his back felt cold, and he wished he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into. What happened to him? He had never been like this before, except when he faced the military instructors in the Military Academy, Hu Yi had never felt so guilty.
People say that women are made of water, but that's pure bullshit. There's a woman standing right across from them, and she's clearly like a burning stone, so where does the water come from? Hu Yi hung his head in annoyance, and he absolutely couldn't believe the stories about women that the soldiers told each other.
"You coward! Say something!"
"What will it take for you to forgive me?"
"You want me to forgive you? What did you do when I cried and begged you to let me go!"
"So what? I've already done it, and I don't regret it!"
"you-"
"Aren't you going to kill me? Now I'll give you a life, is that enough?" After saying this, Hu Yi pulled the rifle beside him, loaded the bullet into the chamber with a clatter, and stuffed the gun upside down into Su Qing's hand across the fire.
The scene fell silent, the two men stared at each other quietly, separated by guns and fire. The two figures reflected by the firelight stretched out in opposite directions, thin and long, farther and farther away, as if there was no end, and disappeared into the night...