"Don't worry about me, just keep going." An extremely weak voice sounded behind him, as soft as a whisper, and it was difficult to hear clearly. This was the first time Clarence had spoken in nearly twenty minutes.
Jiang Hui knew that these were words that the other party had barely squeezed out after exhausting all his strength.
She did not respond, because her mind was extremely confused at the moment and she didn't know what to do for a moment.
Clarence's situation was about to take on the worst possible outcome. However, at this critical moment, they were trapped in a desperate situation where they could not move.
Even if it was just a little bit of a turnaround, it wouldn't have made Jiang Hui so wrong. But the fact is, they are trapped here. They don't know when it will end. They don't know when they can get out. There is no safe place for outsiders to hide. There is no need to... In this way, there will be almost no hope.
Jiang Hui could be attacked from all directions at any time. Gong Ji was afraid that he would be killed for no apparent reason under unknown circumstances. He was even more afraid that his friend who was still chatting and laughing with him not long ago would gradually stop breathing in his body.
Jiang Hui was too scared. This extreme emotion made him feel like he couldn't breathe. The hands on her shoulders seemed to be even colder than the other person's. He was so scared that he didn't dare to feel carefully whether the breath behind him was still there.
Damn it. When will this disaster end? If it doesn't end, I'd better shoot him as a man. He doesn't have to suffer this torture here. This kid is still very young...
"Wake up. Don't sleep, Clarence."
"Clarence. Just hold on a little longer. It will be over soon."
"Clarence. Clarence."
"Hey. Theophile, Clarence. Wake up. Are you still alive? Respond to my words. Don't sleep."
"You can't sleep. You still owe us a meal."
"Clarence Theophilus?!"
"Theophile..."
…
He would shout repeatedly without getting tired of it. At first, the other party would respond with one or two words depending on the situation. But as the number of times increased, he wondered if he was annoyed or if he was really weak to this extent. The response time became longer and longer. Sometimes he responded once, sometimes not. Later, he did not respond at all out of ten times, not even once. Then, the other party stopped responding, but seemed to respond when he heard his name and certain words. His breathing became slightly heavier.
But even so, he went back. His voice became more and more flat. His tone became heavier each time. Later, he pointed out those exaggerated words that Yu Jiao deliberately said. Well, all the meaningless words were removed. He only called the other party's name. Meimei. He felt that the other party was vague. Hitting behind his ear. The weak abandoned baby. He felt changed. He was no longer so hesitant. His feet were also a little stronger.
I thought that the other person probably didn't have the strength to speak anymore. I didn't want to. When he was born again, he would hear such depressing words.
But this time, you are no longer patient enough to encourage him and say those nice-sounding truths, because these words, in this situation, can hardly convince him.
But what? He still persisted. Clarence. Duck. On his shoulders. Heavy. Bang. Can't. Distance.
His current state is like hanging on by a breath. The stubborn will keeps driving him to persist. Such overloaded actions make him transcend the limits of his body and constantly exchange for the power of his body. Zhang Hui didn't dare to think too much, for fear that Shao Yisong's brain would break and he would never be able to stand up again.
Then, what will happen to his friend
Zhang Huiyan was very tired. She was enveloped by a seemingly endless despair and exhaustion. She looked at the silk all over the ground, the sticky blood stains on the shoe surface, and the ruins of war everywhere.
Zhang Hui suddenly doubted himself for a moment. Where was he? Was he a ghost from light years away, or an ordinary person living in the vast Xingjin world? Was he alive or dead
Oh, he. Should still be alive, but. Why does this look so much like? Hell? Even if it is hell, it is probably just like this.
Jiang Hui jumped down a row of twisted and damaged places. He happened to see a place not far away that was relatively close and far away from the war zones. Moreover, there were large pieces of remnant buildings piled up around it, which just happened to be a small and relatively safe space barrier. What was even more rare was that it seemed to be located in a dead corner of the chaos. Before the chaos zone underwent a major change, it was relatively safe and appropriate, allowing them to rest for a while. Of course, the premise was that there would be no other terrorists messing around.
Jiang Hui's frown relaxed a little. He was about to take Clarence there. Suddenly, he felt a strong airflow rushing down from above. The airflows around him converged and collided, quickly forming a very detailed vortex.
Jiang Hui and the other person happened to be near the center of the whirlpool, so they were naturally sucked in and entangled in the middle, unable to move.
At this moment, fatal danger gradually approached. Death. Xiaoran. Waiting.
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"The palace lieutenant colonel has taken control of the battle. Anhe can't escape..."
"… The original gold has arrived. It will be sent to the centers of various battle zones through the reserve passages in the field. The Marshal has specially dispatched a batch of large-scale weapons to deal with it. It won't take long to end this war..."
"The people outside have also been arranged by the regional responsible persons. Except for some special cases, most of them have been arranged to return to their own places... The news has been blocked..."
"Zhu Jun. Someone has also arrived. The situation inside the venue is unknown at the moment. No one has come in rashly."
"… Angel is about to land, special forces. Are you ready over there? Yes, yes. What? What's going on? What's wrong with you? Don't you see clearly? Go ahead and let people break into the red circle."
"Who is that? Hurry up and pull him out. We can't let this matter get into any more trouble..."
"… No. Zhong Qingzhongxiao's mecha data was different from the past. So the reconnaissance department misjudged the enemy's landing range. The red circle was drawn. Who changed it temporarily? But there was no rush to move. No one noticed that two civilians had just broken in..."
Quick. Let them see if they can rescue them in time.
The small temporary command room was in a mess. Several assistant commanders and officers were responsible for their respective tasks and coordination work. The chaos was in full swing.