Furiosa reorganized the team.
She turned back and retrieved the chariot she had just abandoned.
Angharad and the other women who had escaped with her continued to sit in the back of the driver's seat, and she also arranged for two elderly women to accompany them.
Max was the backup driver, sitting in the passenger seat.
The remaining elderly women from Vuvalini rode their own motorcycles, acting as flank guards.
In addition, there is a pendant on the car called " Nux ".
He had been struggling to break free of the ropes after Max and Furiosa left, but before he could even free himself, those damned guys came back!
Ten minutes of effort were completely wasted.
"Put me down-------"
Nux's voice carried far, far away through the desert...
Inside the car.
The eldest sister Angharad, is comforting her other sisters.
Actually, none of these women really understood why they had gone to such great lengths to escape from Immortan Joe's fortress.
Why do I want to go back now?
If they go back now, will they be a match for Immortan Joe?
Angharad's sisters had long been terrified by Immortan Joe, and upon hearing Furiosa's decision, they nearly collapsed to the ground, unable to get up.
The crying and sobbing in the back seat was making Max a little annoyed.
The pitiful female voices, and Nux's curses outside the window... these sounds were like a heavy hammer, constantly stirring up memories in his mind, and all the people he had failed to save over the years suddenly came to mind.
" Max!"
Why are you here?
"You should come and keep us company!"
"Come!!"
call--
A sudden jolt woke Max.
"What's going on?" Max noticed Furiosa jerking the steering wheel.
Fearful cries came from behind.
Outside the window, Nux became unusually excited, as if he had taken stimulants.
"You're all dead!"
"He's here! He's here! He's here!"
"He's immortal Joe!!"
Nux writhed wildly, his face contorted in agony.
Max looked ahead and sure enough, he saw a convoy rolling towards them, kicking up a cloud of dust.
A man wearing a breathing mask stood out in the convoy.
"It seems your assumption was wrong."
Furiosa had a stern face, and beads of sweat dripped from her forehead.
The vehicle is making a sharp turn.
Furiosa wanted to turn around and avoid Immortan Joe's convoy.
Max's eyes widened, as if he couldn't believe his intuition could be wrong.
Suddenly, he touched Furiosa, whose face was full of tension.
"Look!"
What are you looking at?
"Their numbers."
What do you mean?
Furiosa glanced at the rearview mirror for a moment.
Max said, "They only have four cars left now..."
Furiosa's eyes glazed over for a moment, as if she were thinking.
A few seconds later, she jerked the steering wheel again.
The chariot turned around once again.
The Nux was banging against the car door from the outside.
"What do you want to do?" Angharad asked Furiosa with a hint of fear in her eyes.
Furiosa replied, " Immortan Joe's convoy is too small; Max's intuition might be right!"
"They're running away!"
"If we go in the same direction as them, they'll only catch up slowly..."
"Huh?" The women still didn't understand.
In short, I will not hand you over to him!
Furiosa didn't have time to explain further.
Upon seeing them, Immortan Joe on the other side also increased his speed, and the distance between the two sides was rapidly closing.
"Come here! You stray dog!"
Furiosa gritted her teeth and adjusted her direction.
Even the Immortan Joe on the opposite side became unusually excited. He stood up from his chariot, spread his arms, and stared at Furiosa's chariot with delight.
"The great God of the V8 Engine is watching over us; He has brought us new hope!"
Of the four tanks remaining in Immortan Joe's convoy, one was his own, one belonged to Kalashnikov, and the other two were driven by ordinary War Boys.
Because of engine problems, the People Eater have all been abandoned.
Now, not only are there fewer vehicles, but there are only four combatants left.
Upon hearing Immortan Joe's call, despite the soldiers' low morale and extreme fatigue after being chased for two whole days, they still stood up with a show of respect, using all their strength to unleash their old, frenzied roars...
"Waaaaah~"
Why are they meowing like cats?
Confused, Furiosa turned the steering wheel and sped onto another road.
Although the two directions were opposite each other, Furiosa wasn't foolish enough to drive straight towards Immortan Joe; there was still a 45-degree angle between her direction and Immortan Joe's convoy.
So Immortan Joe is now on her right.
However, Immortan Joe immediately turned and charged towards Furiosa's chariot.
The women in the back row gasped again.
"He's coming to take us back!"
"I never want to go back to my old life!"
"Knock knock~"
The elderly women riding motorcycles nearby knocked on the car door, asking if they wanted them to go and intercept the enemy.
"NO!" Furiosa replied curtly, then slammed on the gas pedal, handing Max a can of refined gasoline.
With just one look, Max knew what he had to do.
He climbed out of the passenger seat and used his mouth to spray gasoline into the engine nozzles on the hood to improve engine performance.
The Immortan Joe's team followed the same method, but Max felt that these combatants' movements were limp, as if they hadn't eaten for two days.
In fact, he was right.
Immortan Joe and his men haven't eaten for more than two days, and several combatants haven't even had water for the past two days. The fact that they can still move around is entirely thanks to the divine power of the God of the V8 Engine.
Immortan Joe urged his driver to floor the accelerator and pick up speed, while simultaneously spreading his arms and shouting at Furiosa's chariot.
"Comeon!"
Furiosa glanced at the distance between the two cars and realized they were getting closer and closer, and she felt just as anxious.
Max, who was lying on the hood filling the engine nozzles with gasoline, turned around and yelled, "Keep going this way, there are no other convoys ahead!"
No sooner had he finished speaking than a gunshot rang out.
A bullet struck Max right next to the head.
It was Immortan Joe who fired the shot.
Seeing that Immortan Joe was still aiming, Max had no choice but to get off the engine and roll to the side of the car.
With his departure, the lack of refined gasoline immediately slowed down the tank's speed.
That wasn't all. Immortan Joe's convoy continued firing, those with spears threw spears, those with guns used guns, and those who were really poor and had nothing just threw whatever parts they could find on the vehicles.
The old lady on Furiosa's side also took the initiative, and two motorcycles carrying shotguns rushed forward.
Then, with a single glance from Immortan Joe, a chariot rammed straight into them, and the two sides engaged in a fierce battle.
Immortan Joe continued firing at Furiosa ' vehicle; after taking down Max, his target was Furiosa driving the vehicle.
In just two shots, Furiosa was shot in the shoulder, and bright red blood flowed out.
The strong woman merely snorted, her expression barely changing.
The women behind them couldn't take the shock and screamed again.
Angharad gasped for breath, and suddenly an idea popped into her head. She nimbly slipped from the back seat to the front passenger seat.
With her large pregnant belly, she stood right between Furiosa and Immortan Joe.
"This is your child..."
"Bang!"
Immortan Joe's gun spat fire, bullets raining down on Angharad without the slightest hesitation.
Blood gushed from Angharad's stomach, and her expression became blank and dazed, a mixture of shock and pain.
Even Furiosa, who hadn't flinched after being shot, was surprised. She knew Immortan Joe; he'd been wanting a healthy child for at least twenty years.
For Immortan Joe, the child in Angharad must be the best talisman.
But...
He actually shot his own child without hesitation?!
If she hadn't witnessed it with her own eyes, Furiosa would never have believed it.
It was just a fleeting thought.
Angharad was swaying precariously, but luckily Furiosa reached out and pulled her back, along with the other women in the back row.
The old lady sitting in the back row also picked up her gun and fired back at Immortan Joe, but her marksmanship was nowhere near Immortan Joe's level, and she posed no threat whatsoever.
In this tense moment, Max had somehow climbed back onto the hood, transforming into a relentless refueling machine, single-mindedly spraying fuel into the nozzles.
Immortan Joe felt like he was playing a game.
A game of whack-a-mole.
He had to keep both Max and Furiosa in check with his pistol at the same time.
In less than a minute, the magazine in the pistol was empty.
Immortan Joe angrily threw his pistol at Furiosa, intending to pick up a new one, when his gaze suddenly fixed on a certain point in the air.
"Turn around!"
Turn around immediately!
Immortan Joe patted the driver's head, his tone anxious.
The driver immediately did as instructed.
The other three vehicles also abandoned the fight without prior agreement and followed Immortan Joe as he turned around.
"What's going on?" Furiosa still couldn't figure out why Immortan Joe had run away again this time.
And wasn't this guy just trying to take his woman back?
Why did he shoot Angharad without hesitation?
Max had somehow climbed back into the car and pointed to the sky, saying, "Look, a drone."
Furiosa then noticed a tiny thing flying in the sky. "Was it this little thing that scared away Immortan Joe?"
Max nodded wearily.
"You're young, so you don't know how advanced its technology is."
Furiosa glanced at Max; it was the first time she'd ever heard anyone say she was young.
"Let's keep driving, maybe this woman can still be saved." Max glanced at Angharad in the back seat.
The woman is now unconscious, and her abdomen is bleeding profusely, which cannot be stopped even with constant pressure from others.
Furiosa glanced back, sighed inwardly, and silently increased the pressure on the accelerator.
Max climbed back onto the hood and continued spraying gasoline...
One minute later.
After crossing a mountain peak, three black armored vehicles came into Furiosa's view.
She looked at the three neatly designed vehicles and, for some reason, felt a sense of security, as if the black armor was a high wall she could lean on with peace of mind.
Max, in the passenger seat, let out a soft "Wow," then smacked his lips and said, "Looks like my gut feeling wasn't wrong."
Furiosa glanced at Angharad again.
"I hope they can save her."
The two sides quickly met up.
Max and Furiosa jumped out of the car first, curiously observing the convoy in front of them. Inside one of the cars, an elderly woman was quietly on guard with a hunting rifle.
The black armored vehicle quickly opened its doors, and several fully armed soldiers jumped out.
The team leader saluted and introduced himself, "We are a rescue team under the Mutual Aid Society, number 003-01."
Max instinctively raised his hand, but his body was so stiff that he couldn't manage to salute.
"Can you save Angharad?" A sob came from the car.
Furiosa then remembered that there was a seriously injured person in the car, and she hurriedly and tentatively asked the strangely dressed people in front of her for help.
"Are there wounded?" The squad leader turned around and called several doctors down from an armored vehicle, asking them to help treat the wounded.
As the car door opened, Max casually peeked inside and saw several wounded men lying there, their bodies pale and pale—clearly War Boys from Immortan Joe's crew.
The squad leader noticed his gaze, assuming he was just curious, and explained with a smile, "These are men we captured from a nearby warlord. We're chasing that warlord, and these are his abandoned henchmen."
Immortan Joe abandoned almost all of the caravans from the three tribes, forcing the squad leader to temporarily request the fortress to send new armored vehicles.
One vehicle was used as an ambulance.
After all, most War Boys haven't evolved the ability to ignore car accidents yet.
The other vehicle was used for detention.
Listening to the squad leader's introduction, Max didn't say anything, he just nodded to himself.
On the other side.
The doctor's initial diagnosis for Angharad has also been made.
"The fetus cannot be saved. We need to stop the bleeding first, then go back to the fortress for surgery. There are surgical vehicles there."
The squad leader said, "Then you can take these people back. I'll handle tracking the rest."
The doctor immediately prepared to take the person away.
Instead, it Furiosa who stepped forward:
"Take Angharad and the others back. Max and I will continue tracking Immortan Joe with you; we have a grudge against him."
Max:???
What does this have to do with me?!
Why should I follow you and keep chasing Immortan Joe?
He was about to refuse when Furiosa's mechanical arm grabbed him and dragged him onto the chariot...