White Olive Tree

Chapter 61

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Song Ran ran to the door of the ward and ran into Li Zan who came out to look for her.

"A-Zan!"

"Don't panic." He held her hand tightly. In the outpatient building opposite, there were gunshots and screams. It must be the terrorists pouring in. If he went downstairs directly, he would run into them.

"Benjamin and the others will be here soon."

Li Zan pulled Song Ran and ran back to the ward. The second floor was not too high, so he tore off the bed sheet and tied it to the head of the bed, dragged the bed to the window, stepped onto the windowsill, turned around and hugged Song Ran; Song Ran was afraid that he would tear the wound, so he quickly climbed up by himself.

"Don't worry about me." She grabbed the bed sheet, climbed over the windowsill, and climbed down using her hands and feet.

Li Zan quickly descended to the ground in a few seconds and stretched out his hand to her: "Jump down."

She refused, fearing that she would bump into him, so she gritted her teeth and slid down holding onto the sheets. Her feet hit the ground, and the force of the impact went up her spine to her forehead, making her dizzy.

The back wall was covered with slightly wounded soldiers, who were trying to escape through the windows.

There was no movement in the inpatient building No. 2, which was dozens of meters away. There were patients in critical condition inside, unable to escape on their own. Li Zan was powerless to rescue them. He gritted his teeth, held Song Ran in his arms, and ran to the back wall.

Several people who climbed over the wall saw him with a woman, and lifted Song Ran to the top of the wall. Song Ran climbed over, and several men on the other side caught her.

Li Zan jumped down from the wall, thanked everyone, and ran through the dark streets with Song Ran, hiding in an alley. The residents in the alley woke up in the middle of the night and fled in a hurry.

Across a quiet street, the hospital had become a living hell, with the sound of gunfire never stopping. Screams and cries pierced the night sky.

Song Ran hid behind Li Zan and grabbed his arm tightly. His muscles were tense and his eyes flashed with anger in the dark.

It is an internationally accepted principle not to attack Hospitals Without Borders, but in the eyes of terrorists, there are no principles.

As multiple forces fought, they were defeated step by step and were so cruel that they attacked the wounded soldiers and civilians in the hospital.

There were sounds of gunfire at the front door of the hospital. The government troops stationed nearby had arrived.

Then, several off-road vehicle headlights penetrated the darkness—the special forces of Cook's armed forces had also arrived. The off-road vehicles stopped at a street corner a few hundred meters away from the hospital. In addition to Benjamin and his men, there were two other units of Cook's soldiers.

Benjamin saw Li Zan and asked, "How is your injury?"

"It's not a big deal." Li Zan said, "There are hundreds of seriously injured people in Building 2 of the Inpatient Department, and more than 20 of them are Cook soldiers." He realized something, "The sniper they put a bounty on was just admitted to the hospital the day before yesterday."

Benjamin had a serious expression: "There are government troops stationed near the hospital. Their presence here means they are ready for war."

Morgan jumped off the car holding a heavy machine gun and said grimly: "I'm going to kill these bastards today!"

George jumped out of the car and patted Li Zan on the shoulder: "You don't play, stay behind."

"I know." Li Zan still put on his equipment, including a bulletproof vest, a helmet, and a communicator; he also put a bulletproof vest on Song Ran.

Special forces from several teams quickly assembled. Time was running out and saving lives was the most important thing. Their combat strategy was simple: one group would provide cover at a fixed point while the other group would directly enter the hospital and attack.

Thirty seconds later, twenty special forces soldiers dispersed into the darkness. One team took up a high position to find a sniper point, while the other team, carrying weapons, climbed over the wall and jumped into the hospital.

Li Zan's earphones soon heard the sound of gunfire from his own side, mixed with various curses.

He drove several cars into the alley for cover, took a submachine gun from the car, led Song Ran to the next alley, and hid in the porch of a residential house.

The streets were quiet and empty.

Li Zan looked a little serious. Song Ran shrank into the shadows obediently, trying not to make any noise to disturb him.

There was constant gunfire in the hospital ahead, and suddenly there was an explosion!

"Fuck!" George cursed in the headset, "How many people are there?!"

"No matter how many come, I will kill them all!" Morgan shouted.

"Can we still fight the government troops at the front gate?" This was the curse from the other team members, "Be careful of the bombs!"

"Divide the troops into three groups," Benjamin said. "Team one will approach the main entrance of the hospital and ambush and intercept. Team two will try to get close to the outpatient building and rescue the hostages. Team three will go to Building 2 of the inpatient department to escort the wounded. Each team's snipers and signalmen will take their positions to provide cover and guide the way."

"yes!"

The sound of gunfire and artillery fire never stopped. Li Zan looked at the time and saw that only three minutes had passed.

At this time, Suk from the first team sent a signal: "Someone broke into the west gate of the hospital! b, we may need more reinforcements."

Benjamin: "Four other teams are coming from the city. Everyone hold on for five minutes."

"no problem."

Less than half a minute later, Kevin from Team 3 said urgently: "Inpatient Department 2 is a critical care unit. The patient is incapable of moving. We cannot escort him away!"

Benjamin: "Set up a point and fight back, and don't let the terrorists get close. Team 2 will send half of the people to provide support."

Morgan: “Yes!”

Li Zan listened to every piece of information without missing a word, and a battle situation map appeared in front of him.

The hospital is square, with the front door in the north and the back wall in the south.

The government troops were holding the front gate, but the terrorists invested a lot of manpower and people kept pouring in. The outpatient building was close to the north and west gates, where the terrorists killed the most people and where half of the comrades tried hard to intercept them.

Separated by a garden, the two inpatient buildings are close to the south. The southwest corner is Building No. 1 for mild cases, and the southeast corner is Building No. 2 for severe cases.

He was not seriously injured, otherwise he would have lived in Building 2. Together with the other twenty or so elite Cook soldiers...

Li Chan suddenly pulled the earphone cord: "K! Is there anyone dead in Building 2?"

Kevin: "The first floor is the nurses' dormitory, and they are all dead. Several terrorists were about to go upstairs to the ward, but we shot them dead. We are now completely under control."

Li Zan said quickly: "Their firepower is unevenly distributed. Most of the outpatient department is civilians, and most of the inpatient department is soldiers. They came here for revenge today just to kill civilians? You'd better withdraw immediately."

Kevin was silent for a moment, then said, "Investigate immediately."

The more Li Zan thought about it, the more he suspected there was a trap.

The situation was critical, and Benjamin also realized it: "L, go to Building 2 to check, and come out if there is no problem."

Li Zan: “Yes!”

He turned around and looked at Song Ran: "Ran Ran I..."

"I'll hide. Don't worry, go!" Song Ran urged, "You must be careful with your injuries, don't force yourself!"

"Okay." He frowned and held her face, "Hide it."

"Um."

He pulled out a pistol and put it in her hand, then turned around and grabbed the headphone cord and ran across the street. He quickly climbed over the high wall and disappeared.

The constant sound of gunfire in the hospital made the streets dead silent, and the night wind blew the fallen leaves rustling on the ground.

Song Ran hid in the shadow of the porch, his hands and feet trembling, and his teeth chattering.

The temperature was very low at night and the streets were frighteningly empty.

She wanted to run farther, but was afraid of running into terrorists along the way, so she could only stick to the wall and blend into the shadows.

Suddenly, there was the sound of quick running on the street. She hid in the corner of the porch and looked at the hospital, but no one came out.

Could it be reinforcements

She was about to stick her head out when she suddenly remembered that the Cook soldiers would drive over. The next second, she heard the child's cry.

A chill came over me.

Her heart felt cold as she could tell there were one or two adults searching for something and approaching quickly.

Her instinct was wrong. Fear spread from the soles of her feet upwards. Song Ran pressed herself against the wall, trying to push herself into the corner, hoping that the shadows would hide her.

The footsteps are getting closer.

She held her breath, her hands tightening around the gun. The moonlight cast a shadow on the porch, and she watched a shadow flash by, then suddenly stop.

Long shadows spread across the porch.

Her heart stopped and the fear in her body exploded in an instant, and she saw the dark figure walk into the porch.

A masked man turned his head and looked around the corner. Their eyes met, and Song Ran raised his gun and pulled the trigger.

With a "bang", the other person fell to the ground with blood splattered. But the next second, another pair of hands grabbed her gun...

Li Zan climbed into the hospital and went straight to Building 2 of the inpatient department.

Bullets were flying in front of him, so he went around the back door and entered the building.

The first floor is the dormitory for medical staff. When you push open any door, you will see corpses and blood all over the floor. It is a horrific sight.

The corridor was empty, not a single living person was there.

The quiet atmosphere formed a strange contrast with the battlefield dozens of meters away.

Li Zan had no time to care about the medical staff who died tragically. He walked quickly through the entire corridor, observing the rooms, scanning the ceiling, and analyzing the entire building's architectural structure, room distribution, and load-bearing direction.

If he wanted to destroy the building, he would place the explosive device in the...

He saw it clearly, quickly turned around, crossed the corridor, and ran into the nurses' station next to the stairwell. The door of the pharmacy was locked tightly.

Li Zan fired a shot to unlock the door, and the door was knocked open.

Several rows of heavy explosives are enough to blow up the entire building.

The terrorist organization's goal tonight is simple: to capture all the wounded in the building and the Cook soldiers who came to rescue their comrades.

"Retreat from Building 2! Heavy explosives have been discovered! Retreat!" Li Zan strode forward, tilted his head to hold the flashlight, half-knelt down, grabbed the outer casing of the detonator, and pried it open with a knife.

"00:01:28"

Kevin: “How long?”

Li Zan: “One and a half minutes.”

Morgan: "There are hundreds of people in the building, including our comrades!"

Li Zan: "The detonator is just for timing, the circuit is not complicated."

Kevin: “Can you take it down?”

"Yes. But you'd better withdraw first." Li Zan frowned, quickly analyzed the route, and said calmly, "I need cover. If the detonator is removed, they may throw a mine to detonate it."

"good!"

"00:00:31"

The flashlight shone directly on the red and blue lines. Li Zan was familiar with the process and quickly found the last line.

Suddenly, there was a "bang"!

The bullet shattered the window of the pharmacy, and the entire wall of glass shattered.

Li Zan hugged his head and shrank back, grabbing the last thread with one hand and was about to cut it.

"Soldier!"

A shout pierced the darkness, "If you want to see her die!"

Li Zan paused, then stood up holding the string.

At the corner of the garden wall, Song Ran was restrained by someone, with a gun against her neck.

Li Zan froze for a moment.

"Soldier, let go of the wire! Otherwise, I will pierce her throat." The hostage-taker's strong arms tightly clamped Song Ran. Her helmet and bulletproof vest had been stripped off. She stood on tiptoe, holding his hand, opening her mouth with difficulty breathing, her brows twisted in pain.

A murderous light suddenly flashed in his eyes, and he wanted to cut the man into pieces, but he stood still, his fingers trembling, and the blade of the knife was pressed against the wire.

The red countdown is flowing rapidly.

"00:00:20"

The voices from all sides in the earphones mixed together, chaotic and disorganized, pushing him into the abyss:

b: "Fuck! The wall is blocking the shot. It's a blind spot. I can't hit it from here!"

k: "There are trees blocking the view, so we need to attack at least twice!"

m: "Song is in front of him. Can't shoot!"

Li Zan stood among the hurried sounds, as if standing on a silent ice field, with the cold wind howling and chilling his heart.

His eyes were dead, his face expressionless, but his whole body was tense, and his left hand reached for the gun at his waist.

The hostage-taker sneered, grabbed Song Ran's throat with his palm, and lifted her up. Her head and chest blocked his vital parts. She scratched his hands in pain, her feet struggling and kicking in the air, her cheeks flushed due to lack of oxygen. She was forced to look up and look down at Li Zan, tears silently sliding down her temples, but she didn't say a word, and she refused to even cry. She just looked at him, stubbornly and sadly, with endless reluctance and fear.

"Soldier! Drop the wire!" the hostage-taker yelled, pressing the muzzle of his gun to Song Ran's throat.

The tendons on the back of Li Zan's hand bulged, and the blade cut his fingers open. Blood flowed out, dripping from the tip of the knife onto the red countdown timer:

"00:00:11"

His temples were throbbing as if they would burst in the next second. He clenched his fists, veins in his arms bulged, and he used all his strength to suppress the tremors, but his body still trembled violently.

He stared at Song Ran without blinking, watching her tears streaming down her face but her mouth tightly shut, refusing to make a sound, watching her mouth corners pressed down with fear and fear, tears flowing more and more but her eyes curved to smile at him. She knew she was going to die, she was saying goodbye to him, letting him make the right choice.

Through her tearful eyes, her gaze seemed to penetrate the darkness and war, so sad, yet so attached.

"It's okay." She bent her eyes and called out, "A-Zan, it's okay!"

A line of tears rolled down his cheek.

"00:00:03"

Li Zan's face was almost distorted. He gritted his teeth and cut the wire in his hand. He seized the two seconds to jump onto the cabinet, pulled out his pistol, flew out of the window, and aimed at the attacker's gun arm.

"boom!"

"boom!"

The bullet hit the attacker's elbow.

The bullet rushed towards Song Ran's throat.

Li Zan watched her fall to the ground in an instant, like a lifeless sack.

He let out a beast-like scream and aimed at his head and fired, but at that moment, the outpatient building exploded. With a loud bang, the shock wave knocked down the attacker and a wall. Li Zan fell to the ground, endured the severe pain and got up to shoot. The attacker dragged Song Ran, using her body as a cover, and rolled out of the ruins, drove a car and fled in a panic.

The hospital was in flames.

The detonator was cut off, and the terrorists tried to detonate Building 2 and launched a large-scale attack, fighting head-on with the intercepting Cook soldiers and firing bullets.

Li Zan chased out onto the street, and several supporting teams happened to arrive. A car braked to the side of the road, and he rushed forward, pulled the driver out, and was about to get in the car when he was grabbed by someone from behind.

Benjamin held him down: "Lee, he's back at the base! You can't..."

Li Zan grabbed his hand on his shoulder, turned around, twisted it, and slammed him against the car door with a bang.

Benjamin's hands were twisted behind his back, his face pressed against the car window, his eyes filled with astonishment.

Li Zan pushed him away and jumped into the SUV.

"Li!" Benjamin grabbed his arm, "Song is dead!"

There was a strange and frightening bloodthirsty aura in Li Zan's eyes: "Then I will also go and get her body back."

"You are going to die! It's suicide!"

"Do you think I can survive?" He kicked Benjamin away, slammed the door, and stepped on the accelerator. The SUV sped into the night, its taillights flashing around the corner before disappearing.

I have personally experienced several brutal wars, seen countless soldiers with their flesh and blood splattered and their heads and bodies torn apart; I have seen thousand-year-old historical sites destroyed in the flames of war; I have seen tens of thousands of civilians displaced and their bodies left exposed.

Li Zan was never a cold-blooded person. He was in pain, angry, compassionate, and resentful. He used all his emotions to feel the pain of every injured and deceased person. Because of this, he had the strength to walk on this purgatory-like land.

But at this moment, he truly understood that he had never felt the same way before.

At this moment, he truly experienced the scars and sufferings of this land that had seeped deep into his bones and blood.

He even suddenly understood the pain of a house that collapsed in the war.

At this moment, he was like a building that had exploded, razed to the ground, leaving only ruins. After the explosion, even the flames that had eaten away at the bones and burned the heart were extinguished, leaving nothing, nothing at all.

Above the dust, it was cold, empty, and silent. It was so silent that there was not a single sound. It was so silent that it made people feel uneasy, and even their heartbeats ceased to exist.

The SUV was speeding on the dark street. His eyes were empty, only his hands were tightly gripping the steering wheel, changing gears, stepping on the accelerator, and turning the steering wheel. Everything was mechanical.

Numb, no feeling.

The body could no longer bear the desperate fear and pain, and suddenly took defensive measures, cutting off all his senses.

Only one belief remains - take her home.

The white dome of Cangdi Temple appeared in the sky ahead. The square white building slowly rose and reflected in the night sky. The Cangdi Temple built 500 years ago was magnificent. Who could have expected that a temple for believers to worship would now become one of the largest strongholds of terrorists in Cangdi.

Li Zan abandoned the car on the street, loaded the magazine, put a machine gun on his back, hung the rope, and sneaked into the night.

Due to the battle in the hospital tonight, the strength of the troops in the temple has been weakened and half of the patrol soldiers have been reduced.

There is a long access road in front of the Cangdi Temple, which is impossible to pass through. The back is surrounded by water on three sides.

The towers on the four corners were converted into lookout towers, and searchlights swept across the open space around the temple.

Li Zan went around the olive grove outside the temple-husibing river to the back of the temple, jumped into the river to cross it, avoided the light search, climbed ashore, climbed over the wall, and sneaked behind the temple.

He knew the architectural structure of Cangdi Temple very well.

This is a huge square temple made entirely of marble, with smooth exterior walls and more than twenty stories high.

The temple looked like it was divided into two floors. Li Zan shot a rope, hooked it on the railing on the second floor, and climbed up the stone wall 20 to 30 meters high with the rope, and climbed into the corridor. The corridor on the second floor did not lead to the interior, and was full of closed and heavy colored gemstone windows.

He climbed another thirty meters, climbed onto the top terrace, dodged the sweeping rays, and sneaked into the temple.

The temple is extremely spacious, with four circular corridors, and countless open and closed compartments of various sizes. In the center is a hollow skylight. Looking down, the marble floor of the first floor is painted with layers of scripture patterns; looking up, there is a huge white dome above the head, with various gods painted with colorful gems, surrounding King Cangdi and his queen like the moon.

The air was old and rotten, mixed with a hint of blood. The voices of the terrorist soldiers chatting and laughing echoed in the space. In this empty circular building, any sound from any corner could be easily amplified infinitely.

Li Zan walked down the stairwell from the top floor to the corridor on the fourth floor. He caught a glimpse of a patrol team, hiding sideways in the corner.

As soon as the patrol passed, he went downstairs and reached the third floor. A whistle came from outside the corridor, and the next second, a terrorist came into the corridor and ran into him head-on. The other party stared in astonishment and was about to speak, but Li Zan stepped forward, pressed his mouth and nose against the wall with one hand, and flashed the blade in his right hand, and the blood spurting from his throat splashed all over him.

His eyes were as cold as ice. He grabbed the man's neck and dragged him into the confessional compartment nearby to hide him. Just as he put the body down, he heard a faint sound of electricity from the signal device being turned on through the wall.

A soldier saw blood on the wall, realized someone had broken in, and was about to make contact.

Li Zan raised his silenced pistol, aimed at his head, and fired a light shot.

Before the man fell, he grabbed his body, dragged him back to the cubicle and threw him down. He returned to the stairwell and wiped the blood off the wall with his sleeve.

When you reach the first floor, the marble seems to have no gaps and covers the entire temple smoothly.

The soldiers moved in and out at a rapid pace.

Some people leave fully armed, some return bloody.

There was a noise echoing in the temple.

Li Zan hid behind a stone pillar and looked sideways. A group of returning soldiers dragged the body of a dead government officer through the huge patio, leaving a trail of blood.

The moonlight shone down from the dome, and the bloodstains were like rivers, emitting a cold light.

The soldier dragged the body to the confessional in the corner and threw it down, cursing and walking upstairs.

As soon as the figures dispersed, Li Zan walked quickly along the wall and rushed into the corner.

For a moment, he froze in place.

Song Ran fell among the corpses, quiet and pale, the blood on his neck seemed to have dried.

His legs went weak and he suddenly knelt down, his fingers trembling as he tried to touch her face. He held her face in his hands, bent down and kissed her gently, kissing her lips, her cheeks, her eyes, her forehead one by one. But her eyes were closed, her lips were dry and white, and her cheeks were cold, as if she had lost her temperature. In an instant, all the frozen senses returned to their original positions, and the pain surged like a tide, tearing out the heart and grinding the bones. He knelt in front of her, his back bent deeply, and his tears fell silently, like raindrops on her face; his body swayed back and forth, trembling, and he raised his head, his face twisted and torn, and he opened his mouth, howling in despair, but no sound came out.

Li Zan took off his helmet and bulletproof vest and put them on Song Ran, tied her bulletproof vest tightly with a rope and held her in his arms, and left the confessional. He rushed along the corner to the corridor and quickly went upstairs.

Just as he reached the second floor, a soldier turned into the corridor and ran into him, shouting.

Li Zan raised his gun and shot, and the opponent fell down.

He carried Song Ran up to the third floor, and a patrolman rushed over with a gun in hand when he heard the sound.

The entrance to the building was narrow. Li Zan shot the first soldier dead, used his body as a cover, and quickly shot the second one dead. The troops behind him blocked the outside with rifles and could not get in. Bullets were fired in the narrow corridor, and the bodies were shot into sieves. During the stalemate, another group rushed up from the second floor. Li Zan snatched the machine gun from the corpse, kicked the corpse away, and suddenly flashed up the stairs.

The team that rushed up from the second floor and the soldiers at the entrance of the corridor on the third floor opened fire at the same time. The people were unable to dodge and suffered a large number of casualties.

Li Zan took the opportunity to fire his gun, and screams continued in the corridor. When the bullets ran out, he dropped the machine gun, picked up Song Ran with one hand and ran to the fourth floor.

Soldiers came from all directions.

The guards on the rooftop also gathered and came down, unable to go up.

Seeing this, Li Zan quickly turned out of the corridor, rushed to the hallway, grabbed the gun raised by the oncoming soldier, and raised it up. The bullet hit the ceiling, shattered the chandelier and fell to the ground. Li Zan pulled his gun away, pulled the man in front of him, and kicked him hard, causing him to hit the railing. He lifted his foot and lifted the man's feet, and the latter flipped over the railing and smashed from a height of 50 to 60 meters to the marble floor on the ground floor.

He held Song Ran with one hand and hid behind an open cubicle wall. With the other hand, he held a machine gun and fired at the oncoming team in the curved corridor, killing the last person in front of him. He then dodged into a narrow cubicle less than one meter wide.

He remembered correctly, this was a viewing room at the back of Cangdi Temple, and it was also the only small window at the back.

Li Zan put Song Ran down and suddenly stumbled. He leaned against the wall, leaving five blood-red finger prints on the smooth wall.

His eyebrows twitched in pain, he opened his mouth and looked down. He was shot, not just once. Blood slowly seeped out from his arms and calves, soaking his camouflage uniform. The gang seemed to want to capture him alive, so they avoided his vital parts.

There were also several bullet holes on Song Ran's bulletproof vest.

Li Zan lifted her up and placed her on the windowsill, and tied the other end of the rope tightly around his arm.

He looked up at her; she hung her head, her eyes closed, her hair floating in the night wind. His eyes were bloodshot, tears in them, and he touched her face with his fingers, his eyes stubbornly refusing to move away from her face. His other hand, however, was wrapping the rope around his arm in circles.

The shouts and footsteps were getting closer.

If two people are together, they have no chance of climbing the wall which is fifty or sixty meters high.

He can't leave.

But she couldn't stay and suffer the humiliation of the terrorists.

He gambled that Benjamin would come downstairs.

His tears rolled down, he clenched his teeth, his lips were pulled into a tightly pursed line because of pain. He looked at her for the last time and finally let her go from the windowsill.

The rope instantly tightened and entangled his left arm.

He loosened one circle of rope, and just as he loosened the second circle, the enemy rushed over from the circular corridor. Li Zan unloaded the submachine gun on his back with one hand, and fired. He was stuck by the window, and his left hand was red from being tied by the rope. He held on, and let go of the rope circle by circle.

The compartment was narrow, so the enemies couldn't all rush in, and they were crowded at the door. They wanted to capture him alive, so they all aimed at his legs and feet.

As the man on this side raised his gun, Li Zan kicked the gun away and pulled the trigger to kill him; as the bullet was about to be fired, he grabbed the long gun on the other side and pulled the man over to use as a shield. He faced several corpses and fought in close combat, using his hands and feet to block, and the small compartment was soon filled with corpses.

He ran out of bullets and dropped his submachine gun. A soldier rushed over with a knife. Li Zan pulled out his dagger, squatted down suddenly, and cut the opponent's femoral artery with one knife, blood splattered.

With a "bang", the bullet hit Li Zan's calf, and he suddenly knelt down on one knee.

He lowered his head slightly, breathing heavily, the strands of hair on his forehead were wet with blood and sweat, hanging down in front of his eyebrows. He raised his eyes, his eyes were as cold as a knife, as vicious as a wolf, staring at them with bloodshot eyes.

For a moment, no one dared to step forward; it seemed as if they were waiting for him to run out of energy.

Li Zan's eyes blurred for a moment, and his hands and feet began to lose strength. He knew that he was reaching his limit. But he couldn't do it yet. There was still a piece of rope in his hand, and he could still feel her weight.

He didn't move at all, only his left arm was pulled behind his back and lowered in circles.

A few dozen meters below his feet, the girl he was trying so hard to send home was sliding down the stone wall bit by bit with her head lowered in the night wind.

Suddenly, the second man with a knife drew his knife and chopped.

Li Zan bit his jaw hard, a muffled cry came out of his throat, he stood up and raised his arms to meet the attack. The long sword chopped on the dagger and pressed against his forehead.

The two men looked fierce and were competing with each other.

Li Zan's lips were pale, and blood was gushing out from his wounds because he had exerted so much force. He resisted desperately and loosened the rope behind him.

During the stalemate, the third person stabbed with a knife.

He used all his strength to block the knife above his head. The blades rubbed against each other and slid down, flashing a cold white light. The second man stumbled, and Li Zan dodged the third man's knife and slashed his carotid artery with a fierce swing of his hand. He turned around again and stabbed the dagger into the back of the second man's neck.

Amidst the splatter of blood, there was a "bang" and another bullet hit his left leg.

He suddenly leaned to his side and knelt, but he didn't kneel down. The rope pulled him back and he hit the windowsill. The cold wind blew in from the window, making his bloodstained black hair flutter. He tried his best to stand still, but his consciousness began to blur.

The fourth man came forward with a knife and swung it at the rope on the windowsill. Li Zan leaned sideways to block it, but his shoulder was hit by the knife. His blood-red left hand tightly grasped the blade, and blood flowed out; he roared exhaustedly, grabbed the blade and pulled it forward, and the man with the knife rushed over, and Li Zan's dagger pierced his heart.

The fifth man swung his sword and rushed forward, slashing at Li Zan's side. But he was not as fast as him, so he turned around and swung the long sword he had taken away, slashing across the other's neck.

He stumbled forward and suddenly used the long knife to support his body; the bloody tip of the knife hit the ground, and drops of blood fell, and he couldn't tell whether it was the enemy's or his own. He supported himself with the knife, raised his head slightly, and his body shook involuntarily.

He heard his own heavy, trembling breathing. Blood, or perhaps sweat, blinded his eyes. There was a flash of blood in front of him, and enemies rushed forward one after another. And he was like a machine, applying what he had learned throughout his life, holding on, enduring, and loosening the rope in his left hand.

He tried his best again and again, and rushed forward in the blood. But he could not hold on any longer. The gushing blood took away his strength. His body became heavier and heavier, his eyes became blurrier, and his consciousness became more and more blurred.

It's reached its limit.

But it wasn't enough, she hadn't landed safely yet.

Time and again, he gritted his teeth and held on, his bloodshot eyes blurred and then focused, and he swung his sword to meet the enemy.

The long sword chopped against the stone wall, and the crisp sound echoed in the temple and shook the dome. But he could not hear anything, only his own heavy and slow breathing, like the life that was about to slip away.

He saw a stained glass window in the corner of the dome depicting the king and queen.

Cangdi Temple is the place of eternal life built by the ancient Cangdi King for his queen.

Is there really eternity in this world

He never expected eternity.

All he wanted was an ordinary life, nothing more. Such a simple wish seemed as difficult as ascending to heaven at this moment.

Why did fate push him into such a desperate situation

If there is such a thing as fate in this world, he wanted to ask,

He had never done a bad thing in his life, never accepted any gift given by fate in advance, and never possessed any achievement that he could not match.

What had he done wrong in his life to have to endure such endless despair and hatred at this moment, which bent his back and his life along with it

He suddenly hated the unfairness of fate.

Li Zan stepped on the body of the twelfth knife-wielding man, leaned on the windowsill, lowered his head, and breathed slowly and hard. His consciousness had long been blurred, but his eyes were still fierce, staring at the enemies circling the door.

My body seems unable to move.

Can't give up, not yet.

The thirteenth man came with a knife, and Li Zan stood up again. The blades rubbed against each other, and white light flashed.

And at that moment, the strength in his left hand completely relaxed—Song Ran fell to the ground.

At that moment, he suddenly forgave everything.

There was a pulling force on the rope, it was Benjamin telling him to get down.

He couldn't go down.

He let out a cry of grief, and with the last bit of strength in his body, he swung his knife at the rope. The rope broke, stained with blood, and fell down the high white marble wall.

The next second, he heard the dull sound of the blade piercing into his body, and blood slowly flowed out along the white blade.

This time, he finally lowered his head, the light in his eyes completely faded. He slowly knelt down, quietly, straight, and fell to the ground.

Covered in blood, corpses all over the ground.

In that small space, there was blood on the walls and ceiling.

The terrorist soldiers immediately rushed forward.

The leader rushed to the window sill and looked down, but there was no one downstairs.

There was only moonlight, shining on the bright white marble floor with scriptures printed on it, shining coldly in the night.

Searchlights flashed across the sky; outside the high walls, the water of the Husi River rippled; the olive groves on the river bank stretched far into the distance, endless.