Chapter 206, Crazy Chasing

In the fortification not far from the entrance of the cave, four guards watched the grain transport convoy slowly drive out of the warehouse, then retracted their heads with confidence, squatted and leaned against the fortifications and whispered, and occasionally someone started to whisper. This was a remote mountainous area, and there were few abnormalities.

A loaded machine gun, hanging with a long bullet link, stood above the soldier's head, and beside him, three submachine guns also leaned together casually; the night was hazy, and it was another dull night. However, the somewhat stuffy air became an excuse for soldiers to chat and complain.

Just as the four soldiers were talking nonsense, a quiet black shadow silently flipped over a meter-high fortification and suddenly hit a soldier's head, knocking the surprised soldier fainted; the other three soldiers had not had time to get up and shout, Luo Er's cold palm had already slashed hard on the throat.

"Cough, cough", amid the low collision sound, the three soldiers' cervical vertebrae shattered and they fell to the ground weakly. The three people who had difficulty breathing would soon be suffocated to death by their blocked trachea.

The soldiers here are not in Park Jung-yong's camp, which means they are Park Jung-yong's enemies. Although they are internal conflicts, the enemies at home are even more cruel than those of cruel foreign enemies. Therefore, Luo Er did not hold back at all.

Turning around, Luo Er's fingers rested on the neck of the coma warrior. A drop of rich and full essence and blood flashed on his fingertips and was successfully taken away by him. There were only three drops of essence and blood in the ordinary human body, and he often only took one drop. If he did too much of the things that forced people to death, it would be a disaster.

Without the threatening warrior, Luo Er left his life, but your face twisted behind his head kept changing shape, and he was very dissatisfied with his laziness.

Luo Er, who had not collected blood for a long time, had a familiar pleasure that made him look at the soldiers on the ground nostalgic. However, the faint sense of crisis in his heart made him decisively give up and take action again.

Then, under the cover of night, Luo Er traveled across the stream and returned to the cover position of Park Jung-yong and others. Several people were already sweating profusely. Not far away, there were a large number of armed soldiers, which made the six people tightly tightly and did not dare to relax at all.

"There is only food in the warehouse, and there is no such thing at all." Luo Er's low voice changed Park Jung-yong's face; it was obvious that the nuclear bomb was transported out.

"I heard from the guards that the Soviets have come." Luo Er's subsequent words made Park Jung-yong very depressed, and sat on the ground, throwing his past demeanor behind his head.

He lost his energy, Luo Er was very energetic. He took out the map and carefully lit up the flashlight covered with white cloth, "Come on, tell me about the Soviet route."

The five soldiers, seeing Luo Er expand the map, tacitly opened the cordon, freeing up the place to speak for the two of them.

"Here, there is only one highway here, and it passes from the fork in the bridge. There is more than 100 kilometers of mountain road. Then, there is the camp where Soviet troops are probably being supported." With a wry smile, Park Jung-yong took off his helmet. There was a big mountain in the camp. After passing the mountain, it was the border between the Soviet Union and North Korea. According to the current time, there was no chance.

Park Jung-yong, who had relaxed his nerves, suddenly felt sore all over his body, and he had no strength at all. He was too lazy to say anything, so he wanted to have a good sleep.

Yes, he marched in the mountains for seventy or eighty kilometers and rushed into the air. In the absence of the situation, fatigue came to his face, and the five soldiers in the distance were also depressed; of course, except for Luo Er, the guy.

"It's just such a big road, right?" Luo Er's eyes patrolled the map, waved his hand to summon the big gray beside him. Only in the dark night did the big gray look energetic, far from the sluggish look in the daytime.

"That's right, there's only one road. If you carry that thing and run around the mountain, you can scare people to death." Park Jung-yong moaned and stretched out his body, lying flat on the wet ground. He was so exhausted that sleeping became the top priority. Whoever blocked and fought with him.

However, Luo Er closed the map and said a faint sentence made Park Jung-yong jump in panic like a spring, "I destroyed a soldier in a fortification at the entrance of the cave, and there were four people." He did not say that the weapons and ammunition in the fortification were swept away by him and put them into his wrist guards.

As soon as Park Jung-yong jumped up, a crisp sound of rifles sounded in the cave on the other side of the stream, "其, 其", the attacked soldiers were discovered. With the sound of gunfire, the noisy footsteps, and the sharp commands kept dripping, and it reached Park Jung-yong and the others' ears on the hillside.

"Oh no, they found out and must evacuate immediately." Park Jung-yong is still very familiar with the combat strength of the People's Army's border defense force. These elite troops stationed on the border, even if the US and South Korean coalition forces have already fought Pyongyang, have not been drawn out. It is obviously the last capital of the old Kim family. They will not move easily if they have to.

It is not an exaggeration to say that it is the direct subordinate unit of the Jin family. At least that's what Park Jung-yong thinks.

Since they are the direct descendants, it is better to stay away. If they fall into their hands, the revolution will come to an end.

"Retreat", Park Jung-yong gave the order, and five soldiers turned around with guns and ran quickly along the way. Just as they were about to greet Luo Er, Park Jung-yong was stopped by Luo Er, "Wait, I'll go and see what happened to the Soviets. If I had the chance, even if I ruined that thing, I would not let the Kim family succeed."

Luo Er's words clearly meant to pursue the Soviets alone.

Park Jung-yong's nose felt sour, and his brother-in-law was his brother-in-law, so he finally made plans for the Park family.

However, Park Jung-yong's mind was not confused. It was a nuclear bomb. If it was destroyed by man, what if it sounded? His body shook and he grabbed Luo Er's arm with his backhand.

"What a joke? You want my sister to be a widow. Come with me quickly, we don't want it." In Park Jung-yong's heart, Luo Er had not yet fallen to the point of sacrificing at any time.

"You go first, let's meet at Daxing Military Camp." He gently broke free from Park Jung-yong's hand, "I don't want to go to see the King of Hell early. Living is better than anything else." After saying that, he turned around and jumped into the tall pile of weeds, and disappeared in his breath; Dahui, who was beside him, shook his head excitedly, and also got into the grass and ran out.

Helpless Park Jung-yong glared at the foot of the mountain fiercely and ran south with a gun, where his soldiers were still waiting for him.

After passing the stream, Luo Er accelerated his pace, deliberately lowered his body, like a rolling ball, jumping quickly towards the stone bridge; he took out a submachine gun from his wrist guard, "da da da da da", the bullet swept across the bridge, knocking down several soldiers who were nervously guarding on the bridge.

The 50 rounds of magazines were enough for Luo Er to spend some money. More importantly, he moved the enemy's target to the stone bridge as much as possible, giving Park Jung-yong the chance to escape.

Sure enough, Luo Er's gunshot immediately attracted the attention of border guard soldiers. Bullets of different calibers fell on the east side of the stone bridge like rain. "Woo, bang", a mortar shell also quickly shot over.

Listening to the sound of gunfire behind him, Luo Er couldn't help but be amazed. His combat reaction ability was dark and could start fighting in thirty seconds, even ordinary volunteer troops would not be able to do so. If half of the North Korean troops were like this, then the war on the peninsula would not require volunteer troops, and they would have to deal with the war themselves.

After all the magazines were used up, Luo Er put all the weight on his body and sporadic weapons and bayonets into his wrist guards. What he had to face now was a long-distance pursuit between the mountains.

After identifying the direction, "Come on", Luo Er shouted loudly, spread his hands, spread his legs, and the gravels under his feet, jumped past, and ran and sprinted on the mountain road.

The terrain was not familiar, and Luo Er did not dare to take the shortcut, so he could only stagger along the vague mountain road and strode down. Da Hui also spread his joy, and his muscles stretched out all over his body and fell tightly behind Luo Er.

In the valley, the weeds crushed by wheels on the road became his guide signs. Luo Er, who was running faster and faster, no longer cared about the dust, and only had the humid air coming to his face, telling him that the road ahead was still far.

The moon slowly stretched out half of its small foot from the dark and thick clouds. Under the hazy moonlight, a figure was running desperately in the empty mountains. He stepped on the soft rocks several times. The rocks rolled down and the people had already jumped far away.

In an hour, Luo Er had already crossed two hills, but he could not smell the salty smell of the sea breeze in his nose. He took out the kettle with a little breath and took a few sips. Luo Er gritted his teeth and jumped off the six-meter-high cliff, "open", rolling and landing, without caring about the pain on his spine, jumping up and continuing to run.

He used a rough straight line to break through the road around the mountain down the mountain.

Outside the wilderness of Huining area, Luo Er shook past the wind and rushed straight to the camp in the northeast corner, where there was something he must get.

Three hours later, Luo Er, who was sweating all over, stopped at the foot of a mountain; behind him, the big dust was thrown away. After four hours of running at full speed, Luo Er was panting and had no strength on his legs.

In the camp under the night, Luo Er's casual experience was still like an ordinary village, silent, and four o'clock in the morning was a good time to sleep soundly.

Leaning against the rocks, he took off the damaged rubber shoes on his feet a few times, Luo Er changed into American military boots. The thing was a bit heavy, but the advantage was that it was strong, which was much stronger than the light rubber shoes, which could withstand the tossing.

Putting the rubber shoes into the wrist guards, Luo Er took out the kettle and looked at the surrounding terrain; the mountains here are like most mountains in North Korea, and they run north and south, but the intermittent mountains have a road from the low gap between the mountains, lying across from the east and west in front of Luo Er.

Luo Er knew that at the end of this highway, less than fifty kilometers, there was a small fishing village called Pioneer, which was less than thirty kilometers away from Xishui Luoli, the southernmost town in the Far East of the Soviet Union.

Luo Er swept along the outermost edge of the camp, but found no abnormality, even ordinary trucks, let alone Soviet armored vehicles.

He quickly walked to the easternmost end of the camp, and Luo Er's face was as gloomy as ink. He was sure that the Soviets did not stay in the camp at all.

Hiding in the forest at the foot of the mountain, there is a small round pool beside his feet. However, Luo Er did not have the temperament to admire the landscape at this time.

Behind him, there was a whistle, without looking back, the faint fishy smell informed Dasha to follow him.

It was not until Da Hui was lying at his feet that Luo Er turned his face, his expression was stiff, "Da Hui", Luo Er whispered hoarsely, "I'm saying no, I want to take you to the territory of the Russians. Bah, that's our territory, but it's our territory."

When he was a child in Panheng Capital, although Luo Er was dull, when he was most intoxicated, he was the gentleman who was talking about reading in a teahouse. He unfolded a dilapidated cowhide map, which was the vast territory of the Tang Dynasty during the heyday of the Tang Dynasty.

Regardless of whether the map is true or not, Luo Er remembered that if the Russians had not occupied it insatiablely, China would have lost Guangao's land; for the Japanese, it was blood hatred, and for the Russians, it was true national hatred.

Luo Er didn't mind that on the so-called Soviet land, he would kill him three times in and out, and his party was less than his national hatred. He had to accept it. After hearing and witnessing it in childhood, Mr. Storyteller made great contributions.

For the obvious reason, Luo Er did not receive systematic education from the party organization, but instead killed himself on the battlefield, and the grudges in the world were clearly distinguished.

After resting for a while, Luo Er started running again. He didn't see that in the big gray and green eyes, a strange black line gradually spreading, and the smell of fishy smell between the tongue and teeth became more and more pungent.

The toxic blood that had been hidden in the body of Big Ash for a long time was stimulated by running for a long time.

After climbing over the high mountain, sweat was swept by the sea breeze in front of him, Luo Er's mind became much clearer; at the foot of the mountain, he could not recognize the ruins of the teams, and this was the Pioneer Fishing Village in the past.

The village was destroyed, and Luo Er didn't care about the people in the village. He didn't fight against the destined suffering himself. All he had to wait for was death and could not tolerate others' mercy.

After rushing up a small hill, Luo Er saw a gravel-paved highway winding towards the direction of the sea. It was the Soviet Union's Xishui Luoli Town.

Without hesitation, Luo Er stepped onto the gravel road; just as he stepped on the land of a foreign country, the pursuit became crazy and unpredictable.

Luo Er was very careful. His military uniform was an American paratrooper jacket. In his sweaty hand, the Thomson submachine gun was tightly held, which was covered with bullets. "Dao Hui, this time you have to accompany me to do it well. I don't like it." A murderous intent slipped through his eyes.

The fatigue and drowsiness had disappeared, Luo Er lowered his waist and walked on the edge of the road; behind him, a single soldier parachute was buried in the deep pit in the grass, and the parachute rope was thrown away by the dirt pit.

The parachute that Luo Er had treasured for a long time was useful, and it was not unfair to discard it.

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