"They're surrounded! Several vehicles! Wang Yan, what do we do?"
All along the way, White Chrysanthemum had followed Wang Yan's instructions well. Now that they had reached this critical moment, she instinctively sought his opinion again.
"Of course we fight them! If the two of us leave, Duojie and the others are really dead for sure." Wang Yan lowered his binoculars and gripped White Chrysanthemum's shoulder. "Steady it a little. Why don't you just kick the pedal straight into the engine?"
White Chrysanthemum smiled sheepishly and began to slow down.
Wang Yan took the Type 56 Semi-Automatic Rifle from the back, then grabbed two handfuls of bullets and stuffed them into his pockets. "They're bogged down. Don't get too close. Use the blind spots of the two vehicles to approach. We'll still need to tow the vehicles afterward."
"Will there even be a chance to tow them? They have six vehicles and dozens of people. We can't beat them, can we?"
"Your marksmanship is excellent, so what are you afraid of? Focus on driving!"
White Chrysanthemum took a deep breath, calming her nerves and excitement. Once she had steadied herself, she drove toward Duojie and the others.
This was an open stretch of flat land, or perhaps a basin enclosed by high mountains. The two sides looked close enough, but there were actually still several kilometers between them. By the time they could make out the vehicles clearly, quite some time had already passed.
Old Han said, "Our vehicles!"
He had mainly been responsible for repairing and maintaining the mountain patrol team's vehicles, so he knew them all well. Even from afar, he could tell they were the vehicles they had seized earlier.
Even Zhacuo, pale as a sheet and barely able to breathe, perked up. "The college student came