Fierce Battle on the Novro Continent

At midnight, at one o'clock in the morning, the sound of gunfire and artillery fire outside stopped. The basement was completely quiet, and in this quietness, Yao Luoxuan was suddenly awakened by his professionalism. She glanced at the dying Nian Hao next to her, and suddenly felt a little reluctant to leave. But for Yao Luoxuan, she had done enough. Yes, what Yao Luoxuan wants now is to escape from this city. And he escaped alone.

Yao Luoxuan walked gently to the entrance of the basement, put his ear against the wall, and listened to what was going on outside. All was silent. The anger during the day seemed to be completely frozen by the coldness of the night at this moment.

Yao Luoxuan's fingers clenched tightly, and she knew that she had to make a decision. She couldn't stay here. Nian Hao's condition was already very serious, and she didn't have any spare power to rescue him, so she could only resign herself to fate. At this moment, she must leave as soon as possible.

Yao Luoxuan took a deep breath, and then began to put some useful tools in the basement into his wide tactical pants with many pockets. She also got some food and water. After picking up these things, she was ready to leave.

When she came to the basement door, she hesitated again. She looked back at Nian Hao. His face became paler and his breathing became weaker. Yao Luoxuan suddenly felt a pain in her heart, which was the feeling of conscience whipping her soul, but she knew that she had to escape alone.

Yao Luoxuan slowly walked out of the basement, her heart beating faster.

In the corner of the city where the moonlight was shining softly like water, Yao Luoxuan carefully moved away a few pieces of gravel blocking the entrance. The scene in front of him looked even more broken under the moonlight. Countless buildings collapsed on the narrow streets, as if they had experienced a baptism of disaster. Among the ruins of high-rise buildings, you can vaguely see the prosperity and excitement of the past. Every piece of gravel and every ruin seems to tell a tragic history.

Yao Luoxuan took a deep breath of the cold air. Her lungs were stimulated by the cold air, but her eyes looked forward firmly. She knew that she had to leave this place as soon as possible, otherwise only death would be waiting for her.

She walked carefully through the ruins, carefully stepping on the solid ruins with every step. The sound of her heartbeat was particularly clear in the silent night. Her fingers tightened around the weapon, a pistol with only three bullets, ready to deal with any danger that might arise.

Suddenly, her steps stopped. She heard a faint voice that seemed to come from the ruins. She quickly searched for the source of the sound, holding the weapon tightly in her hand, ready to deal with any danger that might arise.

The sound became clearer and clearer, and it seemed like a person was moaning in pain. Yao Luoxuan's heart tightened. She knew that she had to find the source of the sound quickly. Maybe someone needed her help.

She finally discovered the source of the sound. It was a man trapped in the ruins. His body was pressed by the rubble, his face was pale, and he was moaning in pain. Yao Luoxuan immediately ran to him, preparing to try his best to help him.

However, when she got closer to him, she found that his condition was even more serious than Nian Hao's. His body seemed to be pinned down by a huge concrete block, making him unable to move. His legs seemed to have been crushed to pieces, and his clothes were stained red with blood.

Yao Luoxuan felt a pain in her heart, but she knew she had to calm down. Nian Hao had been abandoned by her, and Yao Luoxuan knew that at that moment her conscience seemed to be dead. At this moment, she thought that she might be able to find a trace of humanity in this man.

She began to look for tools in the ruins. She found an iron rod, a hammer, and a pair of pliers. She used the tools to try to pry the concrete block away, but the concrete seemed to be holding the entire ruin together, with nothing loose.

Yao Luoxuan lay down next to the man and said, "Hold on."

The man was smiling, and suddenly, one of his hands that could still shake came out. A dark pistol was held in his hand. The man shouted in Arabic: "Devil! Die!"

After that, the man used his remaining strength to pull the trigger tremblingly. Although his fingers were trembling slightly, the action of pulling them seemed extremely difficult. However, he still used the strength he had accumulated to push down.

Suddenly, a sharp crack of a bullet pierced the silence. The sound swept over like a violent storm, making it impossible to ignore. It was sharp and harsh, with an indescribable terror, like a sharp blade in the dark, piercing the heart. As the sound echoed.

For the first time, Yao Luoxuan felt so close to death, as if he could clearly feel the heat of the gun muzzle and the whistling sound of flying bullets. She saw the sparks from the gun scatter like fireworks. Her heartbeat accelerated, as if it was about to jump out of her chest. Her breathing became rapid, as if she couldn't get enough oxygen.

However, at that moment, the expected bullet missed his forehead. Yao Luoxuan did not lose his life either. And the head of the man who was suddenly shot and had only one breath left, detached from his body and flew down next to Yao Luoxuan.

Yao Luoxuan struggled to stand up, looking at the man's head with his eyes wide open, and the expression on his face was frozen in the ferocious expression when he fired the gun.

Suddenly, Yao Luoxuan realized something. She raised her head and saw a woman-like person standing in front of her. This woman is dressed in plain clothes and has a very petite figure. Under the moonlight, the black plain clothes she wore felt crystal clear, like jade. In her hand, she held a Chinese-style long sword. Although he didn't know what happened, Yao Luoxuan had already felt and realized very clearly that this man's head was obviously cut off by this woman.

"Chinese?" The woman suddenly spoke. Her voice was sweet, like an innocent girl's, but there was an infinite coldness hidden in it. These three simple words conveyed an infinite chill, as if the strong wind from the Arctic invaded the clothes.

Yao Luoxuan nodded. She was very surprised, but she quickly recovered and said quickly: "I still have a companion, can I save him?"

The woman with a sweet voice nodded and said simply: "Take me away."