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Unprepared, the back of my head slammed against the wall with a jarring 'thud' that sent shivers down my spine. My consciousness blurred for a moment, but I still managed to reach back and feel a bump the size of an egg. I was both relieved and excited, nearly brought to tears. That sound had made me think my head had split open; it was reminiscent of a watermelon being smashed.
However, this blow left me feeling worse. My ears buzzed with a 'humming' noise, and while my mind was still functioning, I realized that the danger had not only not passed but might have intensified. Yet my body refused to obey; I couldn't stand up, and everything around me remained shrouded in darkness.
"Damn it. Someone throw a Molotov cocktail!"
"Save me! It's got me!"
"Cut it!"
Various voices pierced through the buzzing noise in my ears, accompanied by gunfire.
At that moment, a glimmer of light appeared before me, revealing a chubby face with an odd expression.
"What are you doing here? What good are you? Are you hiding at a time like this?"
What the hell? I finally understood why everything was dark; Fatty's barrel-like body was pressing down on me, blocking the only bit of light in front of me. Not only did this guy fail to thank me for being his cushion, but he also had the nerve to mock me. Fortunately, I had done my job well as a cushion; it was clear that I hadn't worsened Fatty's injuries. But I was in a dire situation—almost crushed to death and now misunderstood by this idiot.
"Get off me! If you're not dead, move aside! Where's my gun?"
I kicked Fatty away and discovered that my gun was missing. I wasn't Jack; I didn't have the guts or skills to fight the Long-Tailed Monster barehanded. The stone chamber was in chaos, with flashes of light flickering wildly, making it impossible to see what lay on the ground. All I could do was reach out and feel around on the floor.
It wasn't just Flashlight and shouts that lit up the stone chamber. There are also feet treading everywhere. Not long after I reached out my hand, I was stepped on by a leg cock, probably not Fatty, because I felt like I broke a finger bone. To let Fatty step on this foot, I guess my hand is completely useless. I cried desperately and withdrew my hand. I don't dare to touch it randomly anymore. Not only that, but also forcefully curled up both legs to find my gun by only his eyes. Still one thing soon came into my sight though, my Flashlight. Flashlight was constantly kicked and rolled on the ground, but it was never too far away from me, just to make the light in the stone chamber more bizarre. Throwing fear, I have now habitually tied Flashlight to my body, this time, the good habit helped me. I grabbed the rope and tugged twice. Flashlight is back in my hands. At this time, my hearing recovered a bit, and I could distinguish between gunshots and bows and arrows as well as curses and pleas for help. I ignored the sounds for now and concentrated on finding my gun. I carry hundreds of rounds of 9 mm bullets, mere 9 bullets clamp me with five, if the gun is thrown, these bullets white belt is still a thing, Jack and Fatty 's white eyes definitely make me ashamed. Of course, the premise is that we can withstand this round of attacks and survive. 'Boom' a loud bang and a heat wave almost embedded me in the stone wall. A fire and a hand appeared before my eyes. Holding a monster tail in his hand. Then. The light of knives and gunshots filled my nerves. Have you started the hand-to-hand fight yet? My breathing stopped suddenly while I couldn't open my eyes. It’s not that I can’t breathe. Instead, the breath into the lung cavity is nothing but fire, I feel almost start burning from the body, the whole person has to become a torch. My lungs were almost empty, trying desperately to breathe oxygen, but they were burned by the scorching fire, and I didn’t even have the strength to make a sound. But someone is stronger than me. I could hear a voice shouting, "Rush out." It was a female voice. The fire was at the entrance of the cave, and the entrance to the cave that only allowed one person to pass was trapped in the fire. I looked at it and my scalp was numb. How did I rush out? I guess the moment I rushed out, I turned into a fireball. But this stone chamber really can't accommodate anyone. Not only did the oxygen disappear instantly, the whole space also became an oven, and after a while, the oil was specially baked.
The flames rendered the flashlight unnecessary. The entire stone chamber was illuminated as if under hundreds of incandescent bulbs. I saw a Hakka person tying a rope to a ring on the iron plate above, then tossing the other end out of the hole with a flick of his hand.
"Grab the rope!" Fatty shouted to Jack. "Hand me the gun; I'll go down first."
It was only then that I noticed Fatty no longer had his AK-47; it seemed that the last round of firing had exhausted its remaining bullets.
Jack ignored Fatty, grabbing a section of rope behind him and crouching as he jumped out of the hole. Immediately, intense gunfire erupted outside.
Tang Yumo and a Hakka man jumped out of the hole just as the gunfire started. This was undoubtedly the best moment for Fatty to show off. Seeing three people rush ahead of him made Fatty anxious, and he quickly stopped one Hakka person about to jump out. "Give me the knife."
The remaining two Hakka people were intimidated by Fatty and immediately handed him the knife upon hearing his command. With one hand holding the knife and the other gripping the rope, Fatty backed up, his rear end sticking out, making him look somewhat like he was about to fall out.
Just before tumbling out, Fatty yelled at me, "Bring Xiao Ting down! Hurry up; don’t wait for the rope to burn through!"
We had to hurry; it seemed that the Hakka people's rope had been treated for fire resistance, but at this rate, it wouldn't hold for long. Fortunately, after a few more people went down, the stone chamber felt less crowded, and with the flames burning brightly, I quickly spotted my gun.
I scrambled over to grab it, and as I stood up, I saw A San already jumping out of the hole, moving more nimbly than the Hakka people. I quickly signaled Xiao Ting and Lao People to jump outside; every second counted—waiting even a moment could mean we wouldn’t escape.
Xiao Ting tied her hair back and leaped out. Lao People was agile enough, and Buasong easily carried Fumi as they jumped out together.
I followed Fatty's method, backing up as I jumped out. There were no allies left in the stone chamber now; I wasn’t in the habit of turning my back on my enemies. Before jumping out, I glanced back at Lao, who was still sitting cross-legged in the corner.
The stone chamber was brightly lit, and his face was almost fully revealed before my eyes. His deeply wrinkled face bore no expression, and his eyes were closed, as if everything happening at the moment had nothing to do with him.
After two Hakka People were driven away by Fatty, they did not attempt to snatch Xiao Ting and Lao People from me. I did not bother to be polite with them either, leaving them for last. There was a deeper meaning behind this; I did not want to deal with Lao.
Let the two Hakka People carry Lao down in the end. Cao Mingzhe's reminder instilled a sense of fear in me regarding this old man.
The moment I burst out of the cave entrance, I felt as if I were on fire; not just my hair, but flames were leaping from my clothes as well.
But that was not the most terrifying part. The space outside the stone chamber was a sea of fire, with the deafening sounds of gunfire and arrows whizzing by. Before me lay a scene of chaos and horror. (To Be Continued...)
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