Civilians Suffer The Most
Editor: Henyee Translations
The smell of smoke in the air became stronger and stronger, and the sound of bullets and artillery fire became even more concentrated. When they rushed out of the alley, the four of them bumped into more than a dozen civilians who were fleeing in all directions. They let out sharp and miserable cries as they ran over, causing the four people's solemn gazes to turn even colder.
"This way, stay close!" The alley was like a maze, and V8 was like the master of the maze, always finding the right exit as quickly as possible.
"Someone's coming!" In the darkness, Ye Jian heard several panicked footsteps coming from behind. Someone had chosen the same escape route as them!
Ahead, another 10-man squad ran past the front of the alley. V8 clamped a hand over the mouth of a 13 or 14-year-old girl, blocking off all her screams. All that could be heard were her muffled grunts.
Beside K7 was a middle-aged couple holding a child. Behind them was an old man in his 60s.