MTL - Transmigrating into the Reborn Male Lead’s Ex-Boyfriend-Chapter 129 One hundred and twenty-nine big brothers

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The next morning, Song Yehe was awakened by a crackling knock outside.

The middle-aged man who opened the door to him yesterday, after he opened the door, talked a lot, after seeing Song Yun and the blank look, he later reacted, and said in Mandarin: "Suddenly today, the army checked every Is there anyone in the family who is hiding the party from the opposite party, and your stay here will be implicated in our family, please hurry up! "

Song Yonghe had not yet reacted from the daze that he had just woke up. The middle-aged man took the two women together to clean up his stuff, and then gave him a bit of food, saying: "You start from Go out at the back door and try to avoid the people in the army to leave, but if the people in the army do not conflict, you say that you came to Mr. Hashemi to learn how to dye cloth, maybe they will believe it. "

In the last sentence, the middle-aged man himself did not believe it. Because he didn't believe that someone would run to this place where they all wanted to flee for a piece of cloth or such ridiculous reasons, so although Song Yonghe said the same reason as the friend who contacted him yesterday, he didn't Believe.

Song Yehe saw the distrust of the middle-aged man, but never thought to explain, but said, "Please tell me the nearest way to the station."

"There is no car at the station every day!" The middle-aged man found him a robe and a headscarf that covered him, and told Song Minhe the shortest and safest route, sighing: "There are often there Outsiders, if you have good luck, maybe you can still meet the ambassadors left by your country, then you will be safe, let's go. "

Song Zhenghe nodded, leaving a pile of money and many foods bought before and left through the back door.

Even the system couldn't help saying a bland sentence: [When you came here yesterday, have you ever thought that you would risk your life and escape now. 】

[Thinked. 】

Song Yunhe was walking on the almost empty street, remembering the line that the middle-aged man had just said in his mind, observing how to get the safest.

[Do you regret it? 】 The system asks again.

Song Yan paused with his footsteps: [Yes. 】

The system was awkward. At that time, it knew exactly how persistent Song Yonghe was, and he knew more about his personality that he would not regret if he wanted to do something. At this time, the question was only because the chip was hot and made him blurt In fact, when it asked, the data told it through the previous collection of Song Kun and the data that Song Kun and 87% of the chances would say he would not regret it, only 13% of the uncontrollable factors.

Generally, in such disparate data, the smaller percentage of general production does not need to be considered, because under normal circumstances, the higher percentage data is more than 99%, which is the answer, but after understanding Song Yunhe and Xiao Yuanmu The system started to doubt whether it was the most advanced system or whether it really had the most detailed data, otherwise its high percentage of data was always inaccurate.

The extremely unwilling system continued to ask: "Why do you regret it? Didn't you regret doing anything before? 】

Song Yan and pouted, he knew why he regretted it, but he would not tell the system.

Can't hear Song Yihe's answer, the system is ready to follow up, but just before speaking, it is detected that a large number of people are coming here, and hastily said: [Someone is coming! At least twenty people! Now this road can be avoided 50 meters away, but based on their walking speed and your speed under the alarm without them, you have no place to hide at all! 】

[You can say the conclusion directly. Song Yehe didn't seem to panic, but asked calmly: "Did they bring a gun?" 】

[Bring it! Everyone brought it. 】

Song Yan and frowning, walking next to the wall: "What do you think is my chance of leaving the city of X alive. 】

[50 percent. 】 System Road.

This half-half chance is equivalent to not saying.

Song Zhenghe shook his head. Even in such a crisis, he didn't panic at all, and didn't even feel scared at all.

[If I face a huge threat to life here, could you send me back to my world directly. 】

[No, theoretically. 】 System Road: [And you still have an extra-story mission in this world that is not completed. Going back directly will be limited by the main system. In addition, you have already attracted the attention of the main system before. It is very likely that by the time you arrive Can't go back. 】

[On the premise that I can live until then. 】

Song Kunhe stopped, raised his hands, and calmly looked at the several military personnel who approached Mu Cang step by step towards him.

The person on the far left looked up and down Song Songhe, took a step forward and tore off his headscarf, looked at his companion, and asked in Mandarin Chinese: "Identity."

Song Minhe took out his passport and passed it very honestly.

Several other people pointed their guns at this, and those who took Song Ye and his passport looked down.

[You better not think about running away by yourself. ] Seeing Song Yan and his eyes twinkling, his eyes were on the others around him without a trace, and he said systematically: [According to my analysis, the probability that you can successfully escape from these people is zero. 】

[No need for your analysis. Song Yehe said, "I also know that the probability of my escape from them is zero. 】

[What do you observe them for? 】 System asked.

[Know yourself. Song Ye and Dan Dan said: "I have to know my current situation. 】

[Your situation is ...] After a system meal, I followed Song Yanhe's eyes to scan the hidden people in this group of soldiers. Said: [The first male on the second row from the left on your right. Yes, the one who followed you before. 】

Song Ye and Gou Lip: [You finally see it. 】

[Then they are ...]

Before speaking systematically, the man who had just read his passport and communicated with his companion said in Mandarin: "Mr. Song, we are the people sent by Mr. Xiao to protect you. Please leave with us now."

Song Yan and his head bowed, and he glanced over a few unfamiliar faces in the crowd, saying, "Trouble you."

The Arab nodded and raised his hand to let others lower the gun he held and walked next to Song Yong and said, "You bring a turban first, lower your head, and try not to show your face."

Song Yanhe didn't ask much, and did what the man said.

They and their group walked quietly and in an orderly manner through the military-civilian-concentrated area and got on the car. After getting on the bus, the Arab person relaxed a little and said to Song Yong and smiled, "I don't know why Mr. Song came to country X?"

Song Yihe: "I came to look for Mr. Hashemi, and I wanted to learn from him his special dyeing methods and methods of making dyes."

"That was the case." The Arab laughed: "Mr. Hashemi is very famous in country X, but because of his daughter's illness a few days ago, the medical treatment and environment here were not suitable for patient cultivation, and he had to take his family with him. He left, and it was when we Mr. Hasumi and his family left. "

Song Yan and his eyes lit up, and asked, "Do you know where Mr. Hasumi went?"

"I only know that they went to the rice country." The Arab said: "But I don't know exactly where, but if you want to find him, you can ask Mr. Xiao. I believe he is very easy to find Mr. Hasumi in the rice country. "

Song Yehe said nothing, "Thank you."

However, the Arab man who looks very serious is called Muhammad. He is very talkative. In the rickety journey, he not only asked Song Ye and many of his experiences during his trip, but also talked about his family who was placed abroad, and Expressed concerns about the current situation.

In short, until the sand blasted ahead, everything was pleasant.

"Protect Mr. Song!"

In the "burst" sound of the bullet shooting wildly, Song Kun and Mohammed snatched his seat, then opened the door to scan. After shooting it, he turned his head seriously and said, "Will you use a gun?"

At this time, Song Yunhe had already put on something that could be used as a weapon, and Wen Yan quickly said: "Yes."

Muhammad quickly lost a gun to him and gave him two bullets. He pointed to the small village visible in the yellow sand flying in front of him and said, "Run as far as you can, and I will **** you. There, someone will take you to Rice. "

In this case, I ca n’t say enough. After Song Noi and nodded his head, he walked short and followed a few people behind him. However, as soon as he took a few steps, he noticed that there seemed to be someone on the sandbag.

He shouted Muhammad and yelled, "Run!"

Muhammad responded extremely quickly. He almost followed without thought and ran in the same direction. Several people ran for dozens of meters, and the sand that exploded behind them threw them to the ground.

The loess gravel surface hit, and everyone clasped their heads. After a few seconds, they waited for them to take a slow look and turned around to see that the off-road vehicle that had just stopped in the middle of the road had been blown apart and was set on fire.

"Thank you." Muhammad looked up cautiously before he got up and asked Song Yihe: "Are you not injured?"

Song Yan and shook his head, and several people moved forward again. At this time, the people who caught up behind them attracted firepower for them. Their march was no longer as difficult as before, but the tight nerves could not relax.

They moved forward with vigilance, and only slightly relaxed until they were about to reach the agreed village. However, they just relaxed, and the front was convenient. There was a bomb. Assaults, those people may see Song Ye and Muhammad from the previous situation. People are trying to protect people, so this time almost all firepower is attacking in his direction.

The Muhammads first covered Song Xunhe, but their protection made those people more affirm their guesses, and the attack on Song Xunhe became more fierce.

Under the rain of guns and bullets, the system directed Song Jiuhe's avoidance position in his mind. With his agile skill, he was not injured for a while, but within two minutes, several people had been injured on their side. Numerous injuries were also sustained on their side.

It was just that Muhammad had a shot in his arm. At this moment, the fire ceased a little. Song Yan and his head turned to look at Muhammad's injury. His head was just a few degrees away, and he heard the system yelling in his head: "Be careful! 】

When the bullet entered the body, Song Xunhe felt like he saw a figure coming towards him. 2k novel reading network