Seven days later.

On the eve of sunset, two trucks stopped behind a huge sand dune. The driver stood under the car and began to install the headlight shield to ensure that the night driving would not be detected from a long distance.

Taking advantage of the parking space, a group of people also began to gather around the car and use the alcohol stove to boil water, and it was rare to have a warm dinner.

Fan Ke saw Ning Zhe standing on the sand dune and looking into the distance, and walked over with a cup of hot water, and found that he was staring at a desert in a daze, and passed the cup over: "What are you looking at?"

"The direction of Rice Ear City." Ning Zhe looked away, took the water glass handed by Fan Ke, and sat on the sand dune: "According to this speed, we can reach our destination before dawn tomorrow morning."

"I've never seen you like this before." Fan Ke looked at Ning Zhe's profile and asked, "Are you nervous?"

"Yes." Ning Zhe did not evade this question: "In front of other people, I have to show a confident look and inspire everyone to achieve their goals, but I can encourage others, but it is difficult to encourage others." I want to **** someone out of the hands of the chaebol, how easy is it to say?"

Fan Ke sat beside Ning Zhe: "Why do you tell me what you don't want to say to others?"

"There is always an outlet for people's emotions. In the eyes of outsiders, my psychological endurance should grow along with my status. They think that sitting in this position, I should have the aura of looking down on the world. I shouldn't show negative emotions like worry, fear, etc., but in reality I'm just a human being."

Ning Zhe looked at the steam coming out of the water glass, and smiled at Fan Ke: "I don't know why, you make me want to talk, I always feel that I will be laughed at and looked down upon when I say these things to others, I don't know why, When I tell you this, I feel relieved and know that you won't laugh at me."

"You can make choices without hesitation for your friends, and the worry now is that you can't take good care of your friends. I don't think this is something that should be laughed at." Fan Ke turned her head and looked at Ning Zhe: "I admire your courage. I don't know how others think about it, but after hearing the news, I feel very at ease. You gave me a special sense of security."

"I just don't want to lose another friend." Ning Zhe looked at the stars in the sky that were gradually brightening, his eyelids drooped: "I used to have a very good friend, his name was Su Fei, and my relationship was both a teacher and a friend. , I was able to break away from the circle of refugees, and I have a great relationship with him, but when he was in danger, I could only watch his life pass by in front of me bit by bit, everything I did , I just don’t want this tragedy to repeat itself.”

"It will be fine, we will definitely rescue your friend." Fan Ke put his hands on Ning Zhe's shoulders: "People should have firm beliefs, and we should avoid being vulnerable, but there is no shame in being vulnerable."

Thirty meters away, Lin Xun led someone to install the headlight shield, and opened his mouth to call Ning Zhe to get on the car, but Ren Jiao came over and patted him on the shoulder, looking at the figure in the distance and shaking her head slightly: "Wait a minute , starting in half an hour, Ah Zhe also needs to vent his emotions."

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At four o'clock in the morning, two trucks stopped in the endless open field.

Lin Xun glanced at the handheld positioning system, and said to Ning Zhe: "We are still fifty-five kilometers away from Daosuke City, and we are about to enter the military control area of ​​Daosuke City. For safety reasons, we are no longer allowed to drive. Kilometers away, there are guerrillas who will meet us, and with the exoskeleton on, the team can reach Daosuke City within five hours."

Ning Zhe glanced at his watch, and quickly adjusted his mood: "There are less than forty hours left before Lu Meng's execution. We are running out of time. Everyone, get moving and walk forward with weapons and equipment!"

More than a hundred people in the two cars quickly got out of the car, wearing capes of the same color as the desert, and disappeared into the wind and sand.

An hour later, Lin Xun saw a refugee village in front of him, glanced at the positioning terminal again, and slowed down: "We're here!"

This kind of refugee village built in the desert, in order to prevent the invasion of wind and sand, will use sand to build a two-meter-high wall. From a distance, it looks like a huge tomb.

"Wow!"

The sound of guns being loaded in the team rang out, and the crowd dispersed instantly, maintaining a battle formation and approaching the refugee village. Lin Xun also pressed the flashlight and issued four long and one short signals.

A moment later, an oil lamp was picked up from the refugee village, and several figures also came out against the night. The leader was a middle-aged man standing in front of the crowd, and said in a deep voice, "It's easy for everyone!"

Ning Zhe and the others straightened their chests: "The will lasts forever!"

The middle-aged man looked at several people by the dim light and asked, "Which one is Shuai Ning?"

Ning Zhe took a step forward: "It's me."

Hearing Ning Zhe's response, the middle-aged man was so excited that he saluted a military salute that was not standard, and said in a trembling voice: "Ning Shuai! Chao Xingchang, Chief of Staff of the Jin Qinhuan Revolutionary Resistance Army Lingbei Independent Guerrilla Column Report to you!"

Ning Zhe returned a military salute: "Chao Xingchang, this is not the first time I have heard of this name. Since the death of the commander of the column, Gong Zhuang, you have been in charge of Lingbei's affairs, and the people below have been praising you. ability, you have worked hard."

"Ning Shuai is overwhelmed. For the refugees, as long as they can get rid of the unexamined fate in this life~lightnovelpub.net~, it is a great fortune! As for the hard work you mentioned...what in this world is better than getting rid of the fate of the refugees What about the hard work?" Chao Xingchang showed a simple and honest smile, and moved aside sideways: "Dinner has been prepared for you inside, it's not a big meal, but at least it can warm your body, please!"

The refugee village where everyone is located is just a disguise. In fact, the headquarters of the guerrilla column, all the villagers are the core backbone of the guerrilla.

Because Lu's blockade of Jin Qinhuan was very serious, Jin Qinhuan's supplies could not be transported here. Therefore, although the guerrillas were a large-scale armed organization and were in charge of 100,000 refugees, they were in fact closely related to Jin Qinhuan. The gap between the regular army is not even a star and a half, and even the militia is inferior. Apart from having a false name, the guerrillas are still working as refugees. Even Chao Xingchang, the leader of the guerrillas, still has food and clothing every day. Struggling online.

In a broken tent with air leaks everywhere in the refugee village, Ren Jiao frowned slightly as she looked at the two dry pieces of roasted sweet potatoes in the bowl and the bowl of porridge that added up to less than twenty grains of rice.

Ning Zhe personally rushed to the headquarters of the guerrilla column. What they brought out must be the best food. If the most sumptuous meal is like this, it is self-evident how their daily lives are going.

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