In the gray morning light, the demon's limbs and conjoined men quickly narrowed the circle of encirclement.
Since "their" shoulders are connected, it is difficult to change the length of the formation.
It is like a circle of rope shrinking, naturally forming inward bulges, which just expands the depth and level of the formation, making it difficult for the border guards to break through. increase.
The sound of gunfire from the east was still fierce.
With such intensive firepower, the Siamese Man on the highway should have been torn apart.
However, the pressure from the west remained unabated, indicating that the demon's attention was not distracted, but instead determined the border guard's intention to break out. .
The distance from the garage to the wall is about twenty meters, and the distance from the wall to the encirclement is only twenty meters.
The two sides are hedging at the same time, almost in the blink of an eye.
Xiao Ming originally planned to knock over the Siamese Man and run over "them", but he found a raised mound of soil in front of him.
He immediately changed his mind, turned the steering wheel, and rushed forward.
With a "whoosh" sound, the jeep soared from the mound like an arrow.
The conjoined man on the opposite side reacted very quickly.
It should not be said that the evil spirit reacted very quickly.
He controlled his own limbs and jumped up to intercept in the air, but he was a beat slower.
The jeep flew higher, passed over the Siamese Man's head, drew an elegant arc, and landed on a salt flat behind the encirclement, causing a splash of water.
Salt flats are salt fields.
The brine in them can be used to make salt.
The water is so shallow that jeeps and large trucks can ride in it as if they are floating on the water.
According to the original plan, as soon as the convoy broke out of the siege, it turned south and then east, rushing to the small dock on the seaside to join the Adam.
Xiao Ming continued to step on the accelerator to get out of the danger zone first, and at the same time observed the situation of his subordinates through the rearview mirror.
The Siamese Man did not catch up.
Of course, even if he wanted to, he was powerless because "they" were all connected together and it was impossible for them to take actions in opposite directions at the same time.
At this time, ten large trucks had collided with the enemy.
According to Xiao Ming's imagination, "they" are flesh and blood after all, and they are not crushed to pieces by big trucks.
However, he was wrong.
The ten large trucks seemed to have hit a rubber band.
They continued to rush forward with acceleration, but became slower and slower.
At the same time, more and more conjoined people were shrinking up, like pleated ropes.
Those folds are the reducers This situation only illustrates one point.
The conjoined men who originally surrounded the camp on the west bank were cut in two by the Allied forces on the east bank and turned into a line.
They retreated to the west of the camp and concentrated on intercepting the border guards who broke through. military.
The tactic of attacking from the east and attacking from the west failed Xiao Ming realized that something was wrong, and the border guards on the truck also realized that something was wrong.
They opened fire with light and heavy weapons at the same time, but they were surrounded by heavy siege.
Like ants discovering a sugar cube, the conjoined people climbed onto the car densely despite the fierce bullets.
Xiao Ming stopped the jeep.
In the rearview mirror, the border guards on the truck were dragged out by the conjoined men from time to time, becoming one of "them".
This is the rhythm of the entire army being annihilated.
He was at war with heaven and man, and knew that he had to make a choice.
If I don’t go to hell, who will?
Xiao Ming pressed down the car window, and the cold and salty air poured into the car, which made him feel refreshed.
Who will go to hell is still unknown.
He grabbed the handheld horn that was placed on the passenger seat and shouted out the window: "Stationmaster, are you the stationmaster?
Are you looking for me?
I am Xiao Ming, I am here."
While shouting, he nervously paid attention to the enemy's situation.
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It turns out that the demon he fears most is the webmaster.
But at this moment, he was most afraid that "he" was not the webmaster.
If his judgment was wrong, he would have no choice but to watch his subordinates perish.
His high voice spread into the air through the speakers.
He held his breath and his heart almost stopped.
The gods saw that the conjoined men stopped in unison, and all their heads turned in the direction of the jeep, ignoring the bullet fire sprayed from the truck.
"Boy, you finally showed up.
The webmaster is dead.
Please call me the head of state, the origin of everything, the head of all things.
Hahaha."
Thousands of voices spat out the same paragraph neatly, and burst into unified laughter, like a storm, rolling The surrounding land is empty, monotonous and terrifying, with an astonishing momentum.
It's really the station elder.
The boy is really alive.
Even though Xiao Ming had psychological expectations, he still shuddered.
For the first time since he stepped onto the stage of the Nuclear Corpse Challenge Competition, he felt timid about facing an opponent.
He didn't dare to neglect, stepped on the accelerator, turned the steering wheel sharply, turned his head and headed north, attracting the station commander to chase him.
The jeep bumped and bumped rapidly, constantly crossing the field ridges of the salt flat.
The sound of "wow" sounded from behind the car, and Xiao Ming saw a strange scene in the rearview mirror.
But I saw a long black shadow chasing after me on the salt flat, with white water splashing under my feet, like a big tide on the sea, coming in shockingly.
The jeep was blocked by a field bank and couldn't speed up.
Seeing that the pursuers were getting closer and closer, Xiao Ming turned the steering wheel to the right and cut diagonally towards the national highway.
The long tide also tilted over.
From a distance, the jeep looks like a small boat chasing the waves, being driven away by the tide.
Xiao Ming finally got on the road, accelerated suddenly, and left the pursuers behind.
In the rearview mirror, he saw the base turned into black spots, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
His men were saved.
What he has to do now is how to save himself.
"Boy, you made me wait so hard and you couldn't run away, hahaha."
Thunder rolled past from behind and to the left, like a stereo sound, close to my ears.
Xiao Ming was startled.
The old boy was approaching again and quickly looked to the left.
It turned out that one end of the conjoined man was already on the road, and the other end was still on the salt flat, forming a diagonal line.
One half was carrying dust, and the other half was still splashing on the water.
There wasn't much distance between them.
Who says two legs can't run as well as four wheels?
At least this law doesn't apply to a webmaster, an evil monster.
That's not right.
The webmaster has not only two legs, but more legs than a millipede.
With a clear view of the road ahead, Xiao Ming stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, reaching the limit of 230 kilometers per hour.
At the same time, he turned on the stereo to the maximum, not wanting to hear the stationmaster's yelling anymore.
Bada's dynamic dance music sounded from inside the car, floated out of the car window, broke through the barren land, and sprinkled joyful symbols along the way, adding a touch of brightness to the ongoing life-and-death chase.
Xiao Ming's eyes kept switching between the windshield and the rearview mirror, fearing that the stationmaster would catch up, but also fearing that the stationmaster would not catch up.
During the meeting, he came up with a plan, a plan to completely eliminate the webmaster.
Of course, he didn't tell anyone about this plan because it was too dangerous and no one would agree.
Even Xiao Ming himself is not confident that this plan can be implemented as planned.
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The battlefield is ever-changing and no one can predict the future.
But now, Xiao Ming knows that this future is within his reach, and he is getting closer little by little, infinitely closer at a speed of 230 kilometers per hour.
He didn't believe it anymore.
The webmaster really became immortal.
If this can't kill the old boy, then there may be nothing on earth that can kill "him".
Xiao Ming finally saw it.
On the gray horizon, a dark shadow emerged, winding and flowing, with no ends visible on both sides.
His eyes lit up: