After a tense round of emergency rescue, everyone collapsed to the ground, too exhausted to even worry about the ever-present danger.
Their once proud and determined faces were now filled with fatigue and hopelessness.
"When will these days come to an end?"
"I so want to go home, to miss the big bed at home, to miss the endless delicacies."
Looking at the smoke-filled sky, Han Yingying said nothing, but her heart was filled with an overwhelming longing for everything at home.
She too wanted to go home, but she wanted even more to find Shen Mosheng.
Where on earth was Shen Mosheng?
She sighed inwardly and was the first to stand up: "Let's go back, it's not safe here."
The others helped each other to their feet.
Just as they were about to leave, a convoy of vehicles came roaring in, blocking their way, with the dark muzzles of guns aimed at them, carrying the scent of death.
Everyone held their breath, fearing the next second they would be shot through.
