As soon as I got off the mountain, the stunning female CEO took me home

Upon hearing the call, Zhang Qiang and others followed the platoon leader and ran to another hilltop.

Missing the large retreating troops.

The Sichuan-flavored guy picked up a submachine gun from a dead kid while running.

Turn around and shoot.

"Hit your fart, slap your fart, run, run, run!"

However, he was kicked in the butt by the platoon leader. The Sichuan-flavored boy stopped being persistent and retreated with a machine gun on his shoulder.

Several people finally put a safe distance away from the poisonous gas.

Begin to reorganize the defense line according to the platoon leader's instructions.

Taking advantage of the mountain, although there were only five people, they were carefully defended by the platoon leader into a platoon posture.

A gap was deliberately left on the south side for several parties to retreat later.

The Sichuan-flavored boy was at the forefront of the defense line, holding the captured machine gun on a few rocks and rocks.

"Zhang Qiang, go over there and drag the wounded over." The platoon leader said in Zhang Qiang's ear.

Without saying a word, Zhang Qiang followed the platoon leader's request and dragged the wounded who could reach into the gap left by the platoon leader.

The remaining two colleagues who Zhang Qiang had not communicated with squatted on the ground and put the gas masks on their faces on the wounded. There were only two gas masks, but there were only four or five wounded. There was no way, the two were never far away. A few pieces of clothing were taken off the corpses nearby, washed in a puddle nearby, and their mouths and noses were covered. The rest could only be left to fate.

Next, the two of them loaded the gun.They put on bayonets, took out the few flamboyant grenades on their bodies, and placed them on the ground. These were all their weapons.

The platoon leader came over and counted, and there was silence for a while.

Everyone knows that all they can use are these old weapons, and what they want to repel is a group of little devils behind the seemingly invisible wall of smoke.

There was dead silence, except for the occasional scream of the stabbed man that broke out from the wall of smoke.

Zhang Qiang dragged the wounded as far back as possible, away from the place where a fierce battle was about to break out later. Several wounded also dragged and supported each other, following him half-dead.

After settling the wounded people, Zhang Qiang almost fell down from exhaustion. He could hear his heavy breathing, and the sweat fell from his forehead like water. It was so painful that he couldn't open his eyes, and he couldn't see clearly what was around him. scene.

Zhang Qiang exerted his strength, wiped the sweat from his eyes with his dirty sleeves, and reluctantly opened them.

But what caught his eye was not the position and the platoon leader, but the three gates lined up in a row.

From left to right, there are two black doors and one red door.

Except for these doors, the surrounding area is filled with white mist.

Zhang Qiang was anxious.

The platoon leader didn't have enough manpower. Besides, he still had a few grenades on him. Even if the time-travel system didn't allow him to change history, the grenades on his body and the bayonet on his hand also belonged to the original owner. These You can't let him hand it over to the platoon leader, right?

Zhang Qiang did not push any of the three doors out of curiosity, but tried to bypass those doors.

However, the door seemed to be specifically against him. However, no matter where he ran, the door followed him and kept blocking his eyes.

It's like there is a program and he has to choose one.

After running fast for who knows how long, Zhang Qiang's strength was almost exhausted. Only then did he realize that this might be the rule of the game. He had to choose a door to enter and complete the task before he could come back and find the platoon. long.

Zhang Qiang lowered his head and sighed, admitting it.

Zhang Qiang is a person who follows the rules and has a slightly paranoid personality.

Among the three doors, the big red door is the largest and most beautiful. It emits golden light waves, and it shines more and more movingly with Zhang Qiang's eyes.