Yang Huaijin spoke in Russian, which surprised everyone present, including Ivan, because when the soldier was being treated just now, he was afraid that Yang Huaijin would understand, so he deliberately used Russian to communicate with Ivan.
The soldier said, “This person is about to die. He has lost too much blood, and we don’t have sophisticated emergency equipment. He must go to the hospital to be treated.”
Ivan said, “We don’t have time to delay. Dress his wounds as quickly as possible, then leave him here.”
They thought Yang Huaijin couldn’t understand, but Yang Huaijin absorbed every word. When he found out that Fang Rui had gone to Russia, he started learning Russian.
“No, if you go out now, it’s suicide,” Ivan remained calm amidst the changes.
“Yes, it’s suicide,” Yang Huaijin nodded, his grip on the gun steady, despair evident in his voice, “Take him away, die on the road, or stay with him, die here.”
“…”
“Do as I say,” Yang Huaijin commanded, the icy barrel of the gun nudged forward, then added, “Tell me, how many usable men do you still have?”
Ivan stared coldly at Yang Huaijin for a moment, didn’t say anything else, and instructed the other two soldiers to carefully lift the wounded man onto the car, while he explained the situation to Yang Huaijin in detail.
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As Yang Huaijin walked towards the Hummer, Ivan smiled and said, “You’re quite like Fang.” He suddenly mentioned Fang Rui.
Yang Huaijin’s hand paused as he closed the car door. Without turning back, he said, “Tell my brother, thank you. And… tell him… I love him too.”
Fang Rui was someone who often uttered the word ‘love,’ but Yang Huaijin rarely expressed his feelings in this way. If he were to say such words in person, Fang Rui would probably be overjoyed. Unfortunately, Yang Huaijin chose to convey this message through someone else.
As Yang Huaijin closed the car door, the door behind him was pulled open, and Ivan got into the car, slamming the door shut with a ‘bang.’
“Save these cheesy words for when you’re alive and see him. Go tell him yourself!” The green-eyed youth said disdainfully, taking out a cigarette and placing it between his lips.
Yang Huaijin was momentarily surprised. He looked at Ivan with a somewhat complex expression and started the car. “You still have a chance to get out.”
“If I get out, do you want the person lying down to be your sniper?” Ivan pointed to the co-driver seat where the unconscious Feng Zhi was due to blood loss.
“…,” Yang Huaijin didn’t pursue this topic further. He knew someone like Ivan, once he made a decision, all words of gratitude would be unnecessary sentimentality for him. The only thing to do next was to fight side by side and break through the encirclement.
After a while, Yang Huaijin’s voice came from the driver’s seat, “No smoking in front of the pregnant husband.”
Ivan paused for a moment, gritted his teeth, and threw the cigarette he had just lit out of the car window. “Shit!” he cursed.
…
The forest was vast, but there was only one road, and to break out, they had to pass through the crossfire zone.
Ivan had been in contact with other squads via radio before. It was because these people were entangled with the pursuers that they were given time to enter the woods to hide. Now, with Yang Huaijin rushing back into the battlefield to stop the bleeding, the efforts of the rear were wasted in vain, which naturally displeased Ivan.
But there was no choice. Feng Zhi’s injuries were too severe. If it weren’t for Yang Huaijin’s quick decision-making, this forest might have been Feng Zhi’s burial ground today. Although there was no guarantee of survival even if they broke out, Ivan thought.
Ivan was an extremely tough sniper, and he was the commander of the entire team. Even though they were currently fighting separately, he could still make arrangements through the radio that were most advantageous to the situation. Amidst the hail of bullets, the process of breaking through was extremely perilous, but with Ivan’s help, they finally broke out of the encirclement. They couldn’t take Feng Zhi’s car, but fortunately, neither Yang Huaijin nor Ivan was seriously injured.
The Hummer burst out of the dense forest, with Yang Huaijin doing his best to shake off the pursuers behind him and buy as much time as possible for the blockade.
Ivan wedged himself between the seats, legs braced, firing shots behind with precision, turning all his dissatisfaction towards Yang Huaijin into merciless attacks on the enemy. Though reluctant to admit it, Yang Huaijin was indeed a good teammate; intelligent, astute in assessing the situation, and remarkably steady in crises.
Ivan aimed his gun at the pursuing vehicle, his green eyes hidden behind the scope. A smirk played on his lips, a display of contempt for the enemy and the confidence of having everything under control.
“Tsk, may God bless you,” he muttered, pulling the trigger.
The bullet pierced through the rear car’s glass, penetrating the driver’s chest. That was the last vehicle pursuing them.
“It seems like you’ll be able to save your lover,” Ivan remarked.
However, Ivan didn’t wait for Yang Huaijin’s response. The screech of brakes pierced the air, the vehicle coming to a sudden halt, inertia slamming Ivan’s back hard against Yang Huaijin’s seat. Sensing something was wrong, Ivan swiftly turned around.
At that moment, their car had just reached the crest of a gentle slope on the road. The view ahead was no longer obstructed, revealing a dozen or so vehicles approaching them in the distance. It wasn’t the chaotic fleet that had been pursuing them, but a well-organized formation.
“Turn around!” Ivan shouted.
But Yang Huaijin didn’t respond. He knew there was little point in struggling within the encirclement. As the opposing convoy drew nearer, he uttered a name: “Ryan Anelli.”
That damn man! 😡 he’ll not leave them alone 👿😭