Xia Jinyuan didn't want to bother about this reporter Chen, who was inexplicably superior in front of them, turned his head and asked Major David, "How about leaving in five minutes?"
"Ok, no problem." Major David made an "OK" gesture. At the end, listening to the three Gulf Sea reporters gasping for breath, Major David was very curious as to what Chinese did the Chinese guy say. All three of them were angry.
Xia Jinyuan didn't help him, only smiled and replied, "but remind them to pay attention to their identity."
Five minutes later, the gunshots still continued. Xia Jinyuan walked towards the corner and kept silent in front of a family of three who had cooperated throughout the process. When he approached, he heard the little boy's long breathing without any trouble.
The little boy listening to the gunfire fell asleep.
Xia Jinyuan, who squatted down and raised his hand, touched the little boy's head very precisely, and gently stroked, "It's okay to sleep, and you will follow us later, don't be afraid, we will take you to the peacekeeping camp. If we return home, we will Help you as much as possible. But your nationality has changed and we can only do our best."
"Well, thank you, thank you very much." The two couples thanked again with moved tears. They put all the hope of living out on the Chinese soldiers who protected them. Even if their nationality has changed, they subconsciously treated the Chinese soldiers. Still convinced.
Even at this moment, they regretted changing their nationality.
The wife tensed her husband's arm, crying until her tears were red and swollen.
The night in Libya is still long, and the sky over the city shrouded by death is filled with smoke. Countless Libyan people can't sleep through the night, waiting in panic for dawn.
In fact, it makes no difference between darkness and dawn for them.
The city at dawn is also very dangerous, and it is also shrouded in war, so what is the difference between dark and dawn.
Citizens living in peaceful countries will never know how deeply the people of war-torn countries yearn for peace. They yearn for peace, they look forward to freedom, and they look forward to miracles.
Several black shadows passed through the street cared for by the artillery fire, advancing at the fastest speed, and entering the next cover.
In the front, the British soldiers cleared the way, squatting down every few steps so that the people behind could keep up. In the middle, three British soldiers covered the six reporters, T6 and V8 covered a family of three, Xia Jinyuan, G3 and a few others. Follow up after the break.
There are a large number of people and a large target. Every movement is full of danger. The fire of artillery illuminates the street, and also takes care of the figures running quickly from the side of the street.
"Quick, quick! Keep up! Keep up!"
In front, the British soldiers crouched down talking lowly, and the pace behind them was rapid, accompanied by the low voice of "GOGOGO", they passed quickly, and finally, they squatted tightly under the broken wall where the air was full of gunpowder smoke, one by one. Kicked and adjusted briefly.
Chen Shuzhen looked at the artillery fire in front of her, her eyes gleaming with fear, and she felt a pity that her camera was taken away and couldn't shoot at such a close distance.
She just popped her head out, and the British soldier who focused on her alone raised her head and pressed her head down.
He didn't want to sacrifice, and he didn't want to sacrifice because of the stupid reporter beside him!
Chen Shuzhen's lungs, whose head was pressed tightly against the broken wall, burst into anger, "Let it go to your hand! Don't make me angry!"
Pressing the hand of her brain and leaving, the British soldier even wiped the top of his pants with disgust, he was really a bit dirty!
Fortunately, Chen Shuzhen did not see the soldiers acting secretly, otherwise, they would be so angry that their souls would get out of their bodies.