Chaotic footsteps could be heard from all around, heading towards the yard. Su Qing, who was horrified, recovered from his stupor, picked up the revolver in the guard's hand, hurriedly ran into the dark door, staggered to the wall inside the opposite door, and sat down against the wall in the dark, his full chest rising and falling rapidly, and his trembling hands slowly lifted the revolver and pointed it at the open door. His black pupils, which had rapidly expanded due to the dark environment, looked at the two open doors in the moonlight in panic.
This was the second time Su Qing held a gun, still alone, still hiding in the dark house, still facing the open door, still aiming at the gate of the yard. But at this moment, the terrified Su Qing could not notice this amazing coincidence. Her mind was blank, and her eyes only saw the dark, empty outline of the door, and another door in the middle of the outline. Under the dim moonlight, it looked particularly clear, as clear as a plain painting with sharp contrast and no life.
A moment later, a blurry figure passed by the gate. Bang, bang, bang, bang - Su Qing pulled the trigger desperately. The flying bullets, carrying Su Qing's panic, hit the gate frame, the courtyard wall, and the door panel, causing the door panel to creak and shake.
The door had not yet stopped shaking when an undisguised conversation was heard outside the door.
"Sergeant, he's in the house!"
"Guard the door for me! Is there anyone going back there?"
"I looked, there are no windows in the back, it's just a dead wall."
As soon as he finished speaking, several heads popped out from the top of the courtyard wall near the gate. Bang, bang, bang, bang—Su Qing continued to pull the trigger in panic, causing sparks to fly from the top of the wall near the door, and broken soil to fly. With the whistling of panic bullets, those heads also disappeared behind the wall in panic. Then several more figures hurriedly passed by the gate. Su Qing hurriedly pointed the muzzle of the gun at the gate again, bang, bang—click—click—click—
The magazine was empty, but Su Qing was still pulling the trigger hard, completely ignoring the fact that the trigger under her fingertips had become stiff and could no longer be pulled all the way. However, the weak twisting sound of the trigger still made her understand what it meant.
Despair is a very simple, yet very complex feeling. Despair can make people extremely blind, but also extremely calm; despair can turn a moment into eternity; despair can also turn a lifetime into a moment.
Until this moment, Su Qing was completely desperate. She curled up her legs and leaned against the wall, slowly lowered her arms holding the gun, and quietly huddled in the darkness. Her heartbeat seemed to be less hurried, her breathing seemed to be less rapid, and she stared blankly at the dark frame formed by the door. After she calmed down, she finally found a familiar feeling, and remembered the figure of a wild beast and a pair of narrow and numb eyes.
Su Qing didn't know why she thought of him when she was truly in despair.
Maybe it was because she found a situation that she had experienced before; maybe it was because she realized that the same nightmare was about to come again; maybe it was because she hated him so much that she couldn't forget him. At this moment, Su Qing even began to absurdly think that having her virginity taken away by that deserter was actually a kind of luck!
Finally, in Su Qing's confused eyes, a sneaky figure appeared at the gate, holding a rifle tightly, and began to move cautiously into the yard.
One step, two steps, three steps.
Snap—
A sudden gunshot suddenly resounded through the yard, instantly shocking everyone's heart. A Type 65 bullet rushed out of the muzzle fiercely, ruthlessly piercing the chest of the sneaky figure, pulling out a large mass of blood mist, and then arrogantly crashed through the door panel behind the figure, pushing out several pieces of debris, and finally viciously embedded in the earth wall outside the gate, the earth mist splashed, and a deep pit was faintly revealed.
Plop—the figure who had just entered the door fell stiffly under the moonlight, causing the figures on both sides of the door who were about to follow to shrink back in fear, shouting hoarsely: "There is another one!"
The incredible scene before him turned the confusion in Su Qing's eyes into a new confusion, and then, a figure rushed into the door of the house as swiftly as a leopard. The darkness in the house made him pause for a moment, and he looked fixedly at the place where Su Qing was curled up. Then, he turned around quickly, blocked Su Qing behind him, knelt on one knee, and neatly put the butt of the gun against his shoulder, pointing the muzzle directly at the door, standing still.
It was still the same dark frame of the door, but the desolate gate in the painting was no longer visible. Instead, there was a towering dark figure, which made Su Qing feel a familiar breath blowing in his face. It stood in front of him like a mountain, blocking the imminent crisis.
This is a dream, it must be a dream, or an illusion in my despair. Su Qing finally felt tired and powerless. Although she knew that this place was still a desperate situation, her heart was suddenly filled with a sense of security. She leaned her head against the wall and quietly looked at the broad back in front of her that had once carried her. In the darkness, tears quietly flowed from her eyes, not because of fear, not because of sadness, not because of resentment, nor because of being moved, but because she was a woman, so there was no reason.
When Hu Yi arrived at the outskirts of Shuxia Village tiredly, he saw the light of torches in the village, which made his heart tighten. When he hurriedly slipped into the outskirts of the village, he heard the villagers being scolded, which made him feel a little relieved, but also became entangled, because he didn't know whether Su Qing was still in the village, was she escaping? Or hiding? He made up his mind and sneaked into the village through the dark blind spot where the puppet soldiers were searching for food. He heard four consecutive gunshots, three from Mauser pistols and one from a Type 79 rifle, which made him anxious and desperate. He ran towards the direction of the gunshots in the chaotic darkness.
Then the sound of gunfire and the screams of innocent people were heard in the village, but Hu Yi seemed not to hear them. His brain selectively filtered out all these distractions because his heart was not in his body and had already flown to the location of the initial gunshots.
When the sound of the Mauser pistol rang out again, Hu Yi finally locked the position completely and confirmed that Su Qing was still alive, because such a messy shooting frequency was definitely not caused by the guards and puppet soldiers. It could only be that stupid woman, which gave Hu Yi hope.
She was so cautious in everything she did, but she couldn't hold a gun. That's how she beat herself in Jiangnan. She never knew if there were any bullets left in her gun. This stupid woman! Stupid woman! Cold and stubborn woman! Why couldn't she understand that the number of bullets might be the time she could survive. The sound of the random and continuous shooting broke Hu Yi's heart into pieces.
Hu Yi finally rushed to the side of the dim courtyard. There were footsteps coming all around. Two dark figures squatting under the side wall of the courtyard thought Hu Yi was one of their own and waved at him. Unexpectedly, the figure rushing over directly thrust the bayonet into the chest of one person, then pulled it out in the dark and pierced the neck of another stunned person. When Su Qing fired the last bullet, Hu Yi climbed into the side wall. For the sake of his stupid woman, Hu Yi willingly entered a desperate situation.