Life is Like a Journey – Chapter 130
by Little PandaVolume 5: Extra
Peace Dove (6)
Chinese people are neither cowards nor traitors.
In the early morning, she escorted her back to the base.
The desert dawn still held a hint of coolness as she draped her jacket over her shoulders. The morning sun rose from beyond the dunes, and several breakfast stalls were already open for business.
They randomly chose one to sit at. Lu Qingshi ordered two cups of mint tea, stewed fava beans and pickled olives – rare delicacies in the desert.
Gu Yanzhi noticed Egyptian flatbread on the menu and ordered some roasted lamb to eat with it. When the food arrived, the owner also brought cheese and pickled vegetables, giving them a thumbs up: “Chinese people good, Desert Eagle good!”
Both of them burst into laughter.
The roasted lamb sizzled with steam, sprinkled with pepper and cumin, its fragrance permeating the air.
Gu Yanzhi used her dagger to cut it into small pieces, placed them evenly in the flatbread, added pickled vegetables, rolled it up, and handed it to her.
Lu Qingshi took it and exclaimed: “It’s so hot!”
Yet she couldn’t wait to take a bite of the bread. The tender lamb and crispy flatbread, combined with pickled vegetables that balanced the gamey taste and the spiciness of the pepper – Lu Qingshi squinted her eyes like a hamster enjoying good food, completely satisfied.
Gu Yanzhi smiled and rolled another one for her: “Eat slowly, no one’s fighting you for it.”
After cutting the lamb evenly, she put down her dagger, took a napkin to wipe off the oil thoroughly, when the black communicator in her ear beeped once.
Gu Yanzhi frowned, and the person sitting across from her noticed, pausing mid-bite.
“What’s wrong?”
She picked up the rolled bread and stuffed it in her mouth: “Nothing, after eating I need to visit the government forces, they need our help with something.”
Since clearing out the nearby extremist organization’s hideout last time, they had enjoyed a long period of peace. The refugees living here had also begun rebuilding their homes with the government forces’ help, and when they had time, they would help repair roads and build houses too.
Lu Qingshi nodded: “Alright, be careful.”
At that moment, she didn’t know this farewell would almost become their last.
Rats dwelled in the underground fortress outside the city.
Darkness always breeds desire, and desire evolves into evil.
With a raise and fall of a gun, another military doctor collapsed limply to the ground.
Several burly men dragged the body out, leaving two long trails of blood in the sand.
The aide-de-camp felt disturbed: “Sir, this is already the tenth one…”
The man lounging on the sofa had a grim expression, grinding his teeth: “If they can’t cure Bal, they all must die, damn Mountain Eagle…”
He would never forget how that Asian sniper had hit Bal with one shot from a kilometer away. If it hadn’t been his brother, it would be him lying in that hospital bed now.
On the coffee table in front lay a photograph. In it, a woman wore pine-green military uniform with a rolled-brim cap, her features dignified and valiant, her gaze reserved and calm, her tightly pressed lips showing determination.
He turned the photo over, on the back was written in Arabic: “Former member of Chinese Falcon Strike Team, sniper, Captain rank, Gu Yanzhi.”
He studied it for a long while, rubbing his brow, exhaling heavily, then took out a sharp dagger from under the coffee table and stabbed it deep into the photograph.
“Go, gather our people. Bal is dead, and I won’t let anyone live in peace.”
Stepping into the joint operations briefing room, today’s atmosphere was rather tense. The government military official was leaning against the table smoking, only extinguishing his cigarette when he saw her arrive, walking over to shake hands.
Gu Yanzhi got straight to the point: “Just tell us what you need us to do.”
“It’s like this…” the staff officer laid dozens of photographs on the newspaper-covered table.
“About half a month ago, our base began receiving reports of missing soldiers…”
Before he could finish, Gu Yanzhi interrupted in English: “Why are we only being informed now about something that happened half a month ago?”
Though the other officer outranked her, he looked embarrassed at this. The commander patted her shoulder, gesturing for the staff officer to withdraw.
“Our operations at the front line haven’t been going well these past two weeks. The fighting has been in a deadlock, and while we’re desperate to push the front line forward, we’re meeting fierce resistance from the anti-government forces.”
Desert Eagle shared intelligence with the government forces, and she knew this well. The anti-government forces had blasted open the gates of Mayer City with suicide attacks, rather similar to Japan’s Kamikaze squads in World War II – all fanatical warriors.
Now the government and anti-government forces were divided by the Rada River, each occupying the new and old districts of Mayer City respectively, fighting fierce battles daily, neither side giving ground.
“You know, soldiers deserting during wartime is nothing unusual, but…” the commander’s finger tapped the photographs twice: “all the missing ones are medics.”
Gu Yanzhi pressed her lips together, examining these photos – the youngest was just eighteen or nineteen, and there were several familiar faces she had fought alongside before.
“Additionally, we received intelligence from our informant,” the commander gave a bitter smile, his unshaven face with deeply sunken eye sockets – he hadn’t had a good night’s sleep since the war began.
“This isn’t good news for either Desert Eagle or us.”
“Kala has been spotted in the wasteland hills forty kilometers outside Mayer City.”
Gu Yanzhi frowned: “Map.”
The staff officer laid out the map for her, moved over a magnifying glass, and finally tapped twice on an area marked with mountain symbols.
Kala was the leader of M Country’s largest extremist organization, known for brutality and bloodthirst, dealing in weapons, oil, drugs, human trafficking, and all manner of evil.
He had planned numerous indiscriminate attacks, suicide bombings, car bombs, and once massacred an entire small village in central M Country in a single night.
Kala’s organization believed only death led to eternal life, gaining many supporters nationwide through brainwashing, controlling families, and restricting personal freedoms.
He was listed as the number one international fugitive by various countries.
In a sense, the civil war was instigated by these extremist organizations.
In their last operation, they had finally managed to destroy Kala’s stronghold, but unexpectedly, he had returned so soon.
The resolute female officer nodded: “We will definitely get to the bottom of this.”
The commander nodded to her sincerely, a trace of gratitude showing on his face: “We’re stretched thin at the frontline, so we can only rely on you to handle the extremist organization. The military and civilians of M Country will forever remember your kindness.”
Gu Yanzhi waved her hand and strode away: “Remember to share the detailed intelligence with my deputy.”
In warfare, speed is precious.
After receiving the intelligence, the combat briefing began immediately.
The small room was packed with soldiers of various skin colors.
Gu Yanzhi stood in the center, already fully armed and ready to deploy.
“We can basically confirm it’s Kala himself.”
The informant’s photographs were printed and laid on the table.
“Then who did we kill last time?” Sand Hawk cursed, her arm still aching.
“Apparently, Kala has a twin brother who looks very similar to him.”
She had fired the shot, and Gu Yanzhi felt some regret – the situation had been urgent then, and they hadn’t had time to carefully confirm the body.
“This operation will be divided into two parts: First squad will launch a feint attack to draw their fire, Second squad will use the chaos to infiltrate the underground fortress. Once Kala is found, show no mercy – execute him on sight and bring back his head. Third squad will provide long-range fire support to assist Second squad’s retreat.”
Gu Yanzhi extended her hand into the air: “Remember, whether the mission succeeds or not, I want you all to come back alive!”
Pairs of hands covered the back of her hand – Mike, Sand Hawk, Vulture… and many other heroes whose names she didn’t know, only their codenames.
Before departure, she called Mike aside.
“Mike, don’t go on this operation,” she said with difficulty, but said it nonetheless.
Mike was the youngest special forces soldier in the team. He stepped forward, his face flushing red: “Why, Sir? You need me to blow up the underground fortress. How will you breach those moles’ gates without me?”
Gu Yanzhi patted his shoulder: “Consider it my personal request. I want you to stay behind and protect her.”
The young man froze: “Sir……”
Gu Yanzhi smiled as the desert’s afterglow disappeared and night fell again.
Her silhouette was indistinct in the darkness, but her tone was gentle.
“Mike, you’re an excellent demolitions expert, but this task is far more challenging than breaching Kala’s fortress. She is my most important person – I can’t lose her again.”
Mike remembered his girlfriend. On the eve of war, he had asked her to leave M Country and immigrate here, but his girlfriend had just calmly and gently told him:
“M Country is my homeland, I cannot leave it.”
The young man’s eyes reddened slightly as he raised his hand to his temple: “Yes, Sir! I will complete the mission!”
The Mediterranean climate brought a chill to the desert winter. Inside the tent, the wind howled outside, the electric lights flickered twice and went out.
Lu Qingshi lifted the tent flap to exit. In the distance, yellow sand filled the sky, visibility was poor and gray. Akai Ryo was leading several male doctors to reinforce the tents one by one.
A sandstorm was coming.
For some unknown reason, her heart tightened as dog barks came from the base entrance.
Lu Qingshi picked up the shovel leaning against the tent.
From afar, Mike waved at her with a flashlight: “Qingshi.”
She sighed in relief, put down the shovel and ran over: “What’s wrong?”
Sand got into her throat as she spoke, making her cough twice. She covered her mouth, and Mike sympathetically handed her a mask.
“Sir has gone on a mission. There’s a sandstorm tonight, I came to warn you all not to go outside.”
She then noticed all the shops on the street had closed again, government troops were patrolling, and a small squad had jumped down from their pickup trucks to stand at the hospital base entrance.
Lu Qingshi nodded: “Alright, I understand. When will she return?”
“At fastest three to five days, at slowest ten days to half a month.”
This was common, so Lu Qingshi felt relieved.
“Okay, since there’s a sandstorm coming, you should head back to base too.”
Mike waved goodbye and left, but didn’t go far before settling down in a windbreak by the wall. He checked his gun and ammunition, gripped a grenade in his hand, and only then did he slightly close his eyes.
Tonight was destined to be a sleepless night.
The sniper’s visibility was poor.
Gu Yanzhi withdrew her rifle, bent her elbow, fingers tightly closed as she pushed forward. The team members behind her nodded and leaped out of the trench.
She picked up her binoculars.
Sand Hawk lay in the trench, taking out a lighter to smoke, when Gu Yanzhi kicked at her.
“You’re f*cking asking for death.”
Sand Hawk patted the footprint on her camouflage uniform, picked up the cigarette from the ground and took a deep drag: “Oh heaven, when will you ever be as gentle with me as you are with her?”
Gu Yanzhi didn’t look back, adjusting her binoculars’ parameters: “In your dreams.”
Through the lens, the team members under Vulture’s lead had successfully infiltrated near the fortress. They created a small disturbance, shot dead several terrorists, then threw grenades inside, causing flashes of fire.
Terrorists gradually came out in pursuit, and they fought while retreating, appearing to be outnumbered.
Gu Yanzhi pressed the miniature communicator on her collar: “Retreat south, Third Squad prepare to receive, Second Squad check weapons and ammo, prepare for combat!”
At her command, taking advantage of the sandstorm, they slipped into the pitch-black night.
Few guards remained at the fortress entrance. With silencers on their guns, Gu Yanzhi shot one dead while Sand Hawk slit a guard’s throat from behind.
The team filed in in combat formation. They encountered small resistance in the corridor – shot them dead on the spot, blood splattered.
Passing through the long corridor, she suddenly stopped, making a “halt advance” gesture.
Sand Hawk stood back-to-back with her: “What’s wrong?”
“Something’s not right. Better be careful.”
She had crossed paths with Kala several times; he was cunning and crafty, not an enemy easily defeated.
Gu Yanzhi reloaded, took point, and they positioned themselves on either side of the doorframe. They nodded, she pulled open the wooden door, and Sand Hawk threw in a flash bang [ε£ε£ | censored reference to military equipment].
The special forces troops jumped in, unleashing a barrage of fire. As the smoke cleared, bodies lay strewn about. Someone bound to a chair struggled violently. She went over and lifted the black hood, her face instantly turning grave.
It was one of the missing M Country medics.
Not good! They’d fallen into a trap!
She began leading the team back, static and intense gunfire coming through the earpiece.
“Sir, it’s bad! We’re ambushed! First Squad has heavy casualties, heavy casualties…” Vulture’s voice was urgent and slightly choked.
“Retreat, retreat, full speed withdrawal!”
As the words fell, the ground shook violently, the explosion’s shockwave causing dirt to fall from the ceiling.
She dove under a nearby table in standard crawling position as huge chunks of stone came crashing down. The communicator went silent.
The power went out.
In the tent, the kerosene lamp cast an unsteady yellow light. Lu Qingshi opened her eyes, her neck damp with sweat.
She felt inexplicably uneasy.
The desert was dry and stuffy; even the afternoon rain hadn’t helped. Her throat burning with thirst, she reached for the mineral water bottle by her bed.
Under the weak flame, the water in the bottle trembled slightly. Before her fingertips could touch it, a flash of light passed in the distance, the kerosene lamp fell with a “pa” sound, and the ground shook violently.
Lu Qingshi put on clothes and got out of bed. A small commotion arose in the base. Government troops sent someone to tell them: “The front line has engaged again, they’re using weapons of mass destruction, but they can’t reach here, tell everyone not to worry.”
Mike sprang up from the yellow earth mound and waited. He only saw government military vehicles coming and going; the small town remained quiet.
It should be just regular combat between government and anti-government forces.
The young man sighed in relief, but before he could sit down, his brown eyes saw what looked like a shooting star trailing across the sky, falling into the town center.
Mike charged out with his rifle.
The city gates were wide open, dozens of armed pickup trucks entered the streets. The mounted tank cannons and machine guns fired in all directions, flesh and blood flying, vehicles mercilessly crushing everything in their path.
The staff officer was shot dead in the trench, the commander captured alive. Kala’s blade fell, and the head rolled onto the sandy ground.
People were dragged from their sleep. After a burst of bullets, husbands lay on the ground like pulp while wives and daughters huddled together, trembling.
A masked man lifted a little girl, pointing a gun at her forehead: “Tell me, where is Mountain Eagle?!”
The girl’s mother shook her head desperately, throwing herself at his legs begging for mercy, tears streaming down her face.
The man threw the girl down violently. More terrorists rushed in through the door, their eyes beneath the masks gleaming with malice and lust as they stared at the girl and her mother.
A fire reduced the breakfast shop, built up over months of hard work, to ashes. The elderly owner held his grandson, begging through tears. After two “bang” shots, all fell silent.
People fled in all directions. Grenades thrown into house centers, dirt mixing with blood mist as it sprayed up.
Gunfire, artillery, explosions, crying, prayers… all mixed together – the background noise of hell on earth.
The remaining Desert Eagle squad mobilized completely, engaging in desperate combat with the terrorists using the terrain to their advantage, from encounter battles to street fighting to hand-to-hand combat.
Mike blew a group of terrorists sky-high, but took two bullets to his leg. He couldn’t hold on much longer.
Comrades around him were dead or wounded. The only medic had sacrificed himself to save Mike, lying in his arms breathing his last, blood foam at his lips.
Mike closed his eyes for him. The strong young man’s eyes were red as he gritted his teeth, crawled out from the pile of bodies, and supported himself on his gun, limping step by step toward Doctors Without Borders’ base.
“Quick, run this way, everyone into the air raid shelter!”
Behind the Doctors Without Borders hospital was a hidden cellar that Gu Yanzhi had led people to dig last time, for use during air raids.
Another shell landed in the center of the tent area, dirt raining down everywhere. Survivors kept streaming toward this direction as Lu Qingshi and other Doctors Without Borders physicians maintained order.
“Doctor, here!” the Black nurse shouted. A child lay in the mud gasping, half an arm missing, a pool of dark red blood beneath him.
Lu Qingshi ran over, dragging him back. The nurse took a large bundle of gauze to wrap him. The boy was brave, not making a sound despite being pale from blood loss.
He even looked at the doctor’s resolute profile and said: “Doctor, I’m fine, God will bless us.”
It was the little boy who had sung her happy birthday that time.
Lu Qingshi’s heart warmed as she lifted him and handed him to colleagues in the cellar: “Yes, God bless, you’ll definitely be fine.”
Machine guns spewed tongues of flame madly, government troops’ bodies were thrown high into the air, then shot to pieces.
A pickup truck smashed through the fence. The guard at the gate was caught under the vehicle, pulling the pin on his grenade, vanishing in smoke together with the vehicle.
The terrorists behind stepped over their comrades’ bodies and advanced. Another pickup charged in, ramming the burning vehicle into the tents, raging flames lighting up the sky.
“Are you crazy?! We barely escaped with our lives, we absolutely cannot go back!”
Sand Hawk blocked her path. Both were wounded – she dragged a mangled leg, her face covered in grime and blood.
Gu Yanzhi was no better. A piece of shrapnel was embedded in her shoulder, her back had been slashed, and her arm had taken a bullet, blood steadily seeping through her desert camouflage.
Their teammates, to cover their retreat, had all… sacrificed themselves.
Gu Yanzhi raised her head, eyes bloodshot, whites completely threaded with red, like an Asura emerging from a blood bath.
She had never seen her with such an expression before.
Savage, bloodthirsty, a mad urge to kill burning in her very bones.
She shook off her hand, speaking each word deliberately: “I. Must. Go. Back.”
She had a purpose that compelled her return.
Kala had carefully laid this trap for her. Without capturing her, he wouldn’t rest – he would massacre the city, slaughter innocents, find her, torture her…
Even if it meant death, she couldn’t let anything happen to her.
But there was no need to drag Sand Hawk to death with her.
The badly wounded female officer dug out a motorcycle from the desert, lifted the engine cover, brushed off the sand, and mounted it.
“Sand Hawk, from now on, this is my personal solo mission. You don’t need to follow anymore. Head north, there’s a government military base there.”
“Tell me, where is this person?” Kala held a gun in one hand, pointing at the photo. The people kneeling on the ground looked at each other, dead silent.
In the photo, Gu Yanzhi wore pine-green military uniform, her features clean and handsome. Lu Qingshi took a deep look, then lowered her head.
Dozens of terrorists surrounded them with guns. Everyone crouched with heads covered as a little girl was pulled from the crowd.
A gun pressed against her throat: “Speak! Have you seen her?!”
The girl was fifteen or sixteen, in tattered clothes, barefoot. Tears streamed down her face, but she spat hard in his face.
A gunshot rang out, and Kala left her dead on the ground. Several thugs came up to drag her body away and throw it into the fire.
Another man, like an aide, came forward and whispered something in his ear.
The ambush team had completely wiped out the Desert Eagle squad but hadn’t found Gu Yanzhi’s body. She wasn’t in the base either – how could a living person just vanish?
Kala raised his gun, spraying bullets madly at civilians and doctors. Lu Qingshi covered her head, keeping low as splattered dirt hit her face.
Someone silently stood in front of her – it was Mike.
The young man took another bullet to his abdomen and was dragged from the crowd, thrown to the ground.
Kala stepped on his chest: “Tell me, where is Mountain Eagle?!”
He gritted his teeth, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth: “Don’t… don’t know.”
Combat boots dug viciously into his wound, making Mike howl in agony.
Kala fired a shot without even looking, killing a woman who fell to the ground, her eyes wide open, dying with unresolved grievance.
The crowd stirred, some crying and cursing.
Lu Qingshi’s eyes reddened slightly: “F*ck…”
Akai Ryo grabbed her, whispering: “Don’t be rash!”
“Let me be clear, I’ll shoot someone every time I ask until you give me the correct answer.”
The black gun barrel aimed at another person. A child trembled in their mother’s arms, face streaked with tears.
“No, Sir, Sir, please, spare us…”
Mike was nearly bursting with rage, almost breaking his teeth. His hands bound behind him, he could only futilely lunge forward trying to reach Kala’s feet with his chin, only to be kicked away.
Another gunshot rang out. The pleading woman’s forehead showed a large hole, gun still smoking, as her child fell crying onto her body.
A thug beside them drew a long blade, swinging it down toward the child’s head.
Lu Qingshi suddenly stood up: “Stop! I know!”
The gleaming blade stopped a centimeter from the child’s head. Kala smiled at this brave female doctor, snapping his fingers to signal his thugs to back off.
The child was saved, quickly embraced by nearby civilians.
“Lu…” Mike tried to call her name, struggling desperately, but was struck in the head with a gun butt, spitting out blood.
“Madam, tell me, and I can let them go.”
His gaze swept over everyone kneeling in the center of the camp, making them all shrink back.
Lu Qingshi steadied herself. She was about ten meters from him – not quite close enough to be certain. So the doctor smiled slightly.
It was a light, faint smile, like a wisp of smoke that could dissipate at any moment.
“I can only tell you alone.”
Kala lowered his gun, watching her with interest. Several thugs went to search her, taking the opportunity to grope her.
Lu Qingshi suppressed her nausea: “What’s wrong, the great Kala doesn’t even have this much courage?”
He waved his hand, and the thugs backed off. The man threw his gun to the ground, slowly walking toward her.
“My patience only extends to mature, beautiful ladies. However, if you deceive me, you’ll end up like them.”
The pile of bodies nearby was doused with gasoline and set ablaze.
The nauseating smell of burning flesh entered their nostrils.
Lu Qingshi’s expression remained unchanged: “Sir, I want to live.”
The most vulnerable part of the human body isn’t actually the temple, but the carotid artery. The world’s sharpest surgical blade would only need to lightly slice the skin there – she wouldn’t even need to use force – and blood would gush out. This man before her would be dead for certain.
Cold sweat slid down her temple.
She had never killed anyone before, her palms sweating from nervousness.
Lu Qingshi stepped forward: “Come closer, I’ll tell only you.”
The female doctor’s voice was soft and gentle, her beautiful face’s features made even more distinct by the dust and blood stains.
As if possessed, he stepped forward.
Lu Qingshi rose on her toes, leaning against his shoulder. The gleaming blade slid from her right sleeve to her fingertips, held between two fingers as she breathed softly near his ear.
“She’s…”
She raised her hand as if casually, seemingly about to embrace his neck tenderly, but Kala wasn’t an ordinary person. As danger sense struck, he instinctively ducked, the sharp blade slicing across his forehead, splitting flesh, blood flowing.
He roared in rage, trying to grab her throat, his body moving faster than thought. She instinctively ducked, dodging the strike. Still not giving up, remembering Gu Yanzhi’s grappling techniques, she tried to slash at his eyes with the blade between her fingers, but was met with a punch to her chest.
She flew back heavily, landing beside Mike.
Lu Qingshi wiped blood from her lips, looking at him with cold eyes as he stood wild-haired and blood-covered, like a madman.
“What a pity, almost had it.”
Kala walked over, lifting her like a chicken, pressing his gun to her throat, grinding his teeth: “Don’t think I won’t kill you.”
Akai Ryo stood up to rush forward but was held back firmly by colleagues: “No!!!”
“Do it,” she spat out coldly, spitting bloody saliva in his face. “Chinese people aren’t cowards, and we’re not traitors.”
“Very well, madam. If you weren’t on their side, I think I would have liked you.”
Kala released the handgun’s safety, slightly tightening on the trigger, his tone showing slight regret but his eyes cold and murderous.
“Qingshi!” Mike became agitated, someone gagged him and beat him as he let out desperate howls through his throat, tears flowing.
Lu Qingshi closed her eyes slightly. Goodbye, Gu Yanzhi.
Sorry, I have to… leave you behind again.
“Bang!” A clear gunshot rang out, blood mist sprayed, staining the moon at the horizon red.
Akai Ryo tightly closed his eyes, unable to bear watching.
“Sir, Sir!” Thugs rushed to support him as Kala’s wrist streamed blood, a large-caliber sniper rifle bullet having pierced his arm, leaving a black hole.
Gu Yanzhi leaned on her rifle, emerging from the windblown sand: “I’m here. You, let her go.”
“Gu Yanzhi! Why did you come back?! Get out!” Lu Qingshi became agitated, trying to rush forward but was firmly held back by several terrorists. They gripped her throat, leaving her immobile, her face gradually turning pale.
Kala clutched his wound, though suffocating with pain, his expression grew increasingly manic. His aide whispered something to him.
Kala stood up: “Mountain Eagle, drop your weapons, or she dies.”
She stood outside the fence, surrounded by heavy guards. Gu Yanzhi dropped her sniper rifle, ammunition belt, and gently placed her grenades on the ground.
Kala pressed his handgun to Lu Qingshi’s forehead: “The handgun and knife too!”
She looked at her – the woman was in tears, despair and sorrow flowing in her eyes, slightly shaking her head signaling her not to come closer, gesturing for her to leave quickly.
However, this was Lu Qingshi.
The Lu Qingshi she loved with all her might.
The only woman she had ever loved in her life.
Gu Yanzhi’s throat tightened. Finally, without speaking, she removed her bulletproof vest, throwing it to the ground, pulling the knife from her combat boots.
She wore camouflage short sleeves, standing tall, raising both hands in surrender amid the heavy encirclement.
“I surrender. You, let her go.”
Kala laughed madly to the sky, his face maniacal. In the distance, car lights flickered – he knew government military reinforcements would arrive soon.
He couldn’t delay any longer.
Several thugs rushed forward, pinning her down, trying to make her kneel. Gu Yanzhi refused to submit, her knees unbending, spine straight.
Someone kicked her shin, a crisp crack sounded, her face turning deathly pale.
Another struck her back hard with a rifle butt. She bent deeply at the waist, spitting out dark blood.
Lu Qingshi rushed forward, watching as they beat and kicked her, striking with clubs, blood flowing from her mouth, nose, and ears.
Mike firmly bit her clothes with his teeth, while Akai Ryo also rushed over, desperately pulling her back.
She watched as they bound her tightly, tied to the back of a pickup truck. The terrorists fired shots into the air, celebrating their victory.
The pickup truck drove out through the fence. She watched as her head drooped, legs dragging on the ground, flesh torn open, leaving trails of blood wherever she passed.
“GU YANZHI!!!” she screamed with all her might.
She finally broke free from restraint, rushing out through the fence, running non-stop, falling and getting up again, knees scraped, wrists torn, head bleeding from impact.
She too left spots of blood wherever she passed.
Finally, she collapsed face-first into the desert, losing consciousness.
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