Two-dimensional Wanderer

Ba hesitated for a moment, but nodded anyway. After all, the appearance of Jian Xin at the moment was a little underwhelming even if it was described as miserable.

He was covered in blood and was shot three times. If he hadn't persevered with astonishing perseverance, he would have been unconscious long ago.

Ba took off his samurai uniform, revealing three bright blood holes, thrilling.

But the only thing that makes people happy is that the wounds are not on the chest and abdomen.

Two on the shoulder and one on the thigh.

I believe that as long as the blood can be stopped and bandaged, recovery is only a matter of time.

But the problem is that what they lack now is time.

Outside, there was a hand-cranked machine gun blocking the door.

Although the other party did not dare to force in, but they also did not dare to go out.

And this temple has incense candles like gods, but there is no medicine.

If this stalemate continues, it will bleed, and Kenshin will die alive.

They can't afford it.

The only way to break the game is to rush out.

Take advantage of now that they still have energy, otherwise the longer they go, the weaker they will be.

"I'm here to attract the attention of the enemy outside the door, you all take the opportunity to escape." Ying Luo stood up, her face inexplicably pale.

Only she has the ability to save her life under the fire of the hand-cranked machine gun, which seems to be the best solution.

Therefore, Jian Xin did not object, and he believed in Ying Luo, because she had never let himself down.

As a child, as an adult, and now.

Although she is a woman, she is like a mountain, giving him a feeling of reliability and stability.

"Please be careful." Jian Xin said.

"Ah, no problem!" Yingluo replied with a smile.

Is it dazzling, this smile seems to be a little different from usual.

Before Jian Xin could figure out why, Ying Luo had already passed by him and walked towards the door.

There was blood on the ground.

Kenshin's eyes widened.

This blood...isn't his.

Ba was not injured either, and the people from Anaiwu gathered in another corner and did not come over at all.

Whose blood is that?

The answer seems to be in sight.

"Sister Yingluo, you...!"

Kenshin couldn't go on, because Yingluo had completely passed her, and there were dark marks on the clothes behind her.

if soaked in water.

But in fact, it's blood!

Ba was also surprised, and hurried up to catch Yingluo, stopping her progress.

And the girl who was always as reliable as a mountain fell down with a gentle drag from Ba.

She is like a mountain, but not a mountain.

She is alone from head to toe.

Also get hurt.

Her pale lips and sweaty forehead made her look extremely weak.

But she still forced a smile and said, "It seems that I can't outrun the bullet."

Humans can't outrun bullets!

The last hope of escaping was also dashed.

The atmosphere in the small temple became extremely depressing.

There were screams of pain from outside, and looking from the crack of the door, it was the group of gunmen who were punching and kicking the fierce-looking child before.

Ba's lip was bitten out of blood.

That child is called Yukino Yuki, her own younger brother.

"Hey, if he doesn't come out, we'll beat him to death!"

The gunmen shouted and issued an ultimatum.

Kenshin wanted to prop up his body, but he stopped him.

"Don't go, it's all his fault!"

Jian Xin sighed, having said that, but your tears have already betrayed you.

Relatives, just want to beat him to half death, but there will always be a concern.

Kenshin continued to get up, but Ba's strength was surprisingly strong, holding him down firmly.

"do not go!"

Only these three words.

Yingluo didn't care about the child's life or death, and she was seriously injured, even if she had a heart, she was powerless.In this way, Xue Daiyuan is bound to die today.

Shedaba was in tears, but did not cry.She turned around, removed Ying Luo's clothes, and examined her wounds.

Everyone took a deep breath.

He was shot in the left waist, probably injuring his kidneys. If he can't get effective treatment in time, he will die.

The peerless swordsman who died under the musket seems to be a good theme.

At least full of the sense of the times.

But the people present can only feel sad.

Yingluo's upper and lower eyelids were fighting, and she was very sleepy, but she didn't dare to fall asleep.She was afraid that once she fell asleep, she would never wake up again.

The beatings and screams outside continued, Jian Xin struggled, and Ba also burst into tears.

A mob, plus a machine gun with no spirituality, drove these two swordsmen at the apex of humanity to a dead end.

They practiced swords for more than ten years, and how long did it take for the machine gun to be made?

One year, or two years, the sky-high no more than three years.

Years of persistence have become worthless.

The era of samurai, the era of swordsmen, may really come to an end!

Kenshin thought of a lot in an instant.

He has been in the reform school for a long time, and he also knows some "outside world", and his vision has also changed.

But those people in An Naiwu did not have such an opportunity.

Their eyes are still on this small island country.

What does the appearance of firearms mean? In their opinion, it is just a weapon that is more powerful than swords and hidden weapons.

If there is a chance, they will also get a few things to play with.

Ignorance means fearlessness.

The former is sadness.

The latter means courage.

The old man has always been very caring of his own people. Although Yukiyoyuan is not an official member, at least he is his own in this action.

Since he is his own person, he cannot help but be saved.

"Anyone warriors, are you still moving?" His scarred body stood up again, extremely tall and straight.

Ah Fu, stupid and ugly all smiled, and then stood up with the same use.

"Although it hurts, I can bear it."

It's that simple, pain, grief, as long as you hold back, it doesn't matter.

They have come this way all their lives.

"Okay!" The old man nodded: "Since you can bear it, let's act."

what action?

Needless to say, they have followed the boss for a long time, and they have long known the person of each other.

He will never give up any of his companions, this is the principle he insists on throughout his life.

Now, no exception.

Machine gun?

Just a tougher enemy.

The scarred An Naiwu helped each other to the door.

"Hey, you...you're going to die!" Yingluo, who was lying on the ground, said.

"Ah, he will die," the old man replied.

Ah Fu took over the words: "But in such a chaotic world, everyone will die."

"The only difference is why and how to die." Stupid also said with a smile.

Ugly coughed a few times and said, "It seems better to die to save people than to kill people."

"So... in this world, either kill or be killed, there is no need to grieve." The old man said to Yingluo: "If it is not for different positions, you and Ba Dao Zhai are worth making friends. When there is a chance, take the opportunity to break through. , it can be regarded as repaying your grace of not killing."

"If you look at us rough people, you will come to our graves in the future and add a bowl of turbid wine!"