Chapter 453 - 441: Every Shot Hits the Target
After a short wait, this time without the sound of an explosion, Yang Yi and Zhang Yong instinctively climbed onto the roadbed.
On the rooftops, the enemy methodically fired at the ground below, or to be precise, they were delivering finishing shots.
Yang Yi climbed back down and was followed by Zhang Yong who quickly scrambled down in retreat, and said in a deep voice, "It’s over, completely over. None of us can run away, fuck!"
Zhang Yong suddenly exploded in anger, "Is this how you fight? This is their turf. Just by setting up a couple of lookouts they’d know a big convoy has arrived. A mercenary’s life is also a life, fuck! With just a few sentries they would have spotted us earlier. This is simply a death sentence."
After catching his breath, Zhang Yong continued ranting, "Those damn big and little Russians are sons of bitches! And the boss is an even bigger bastard, a fucking asshat, all of them! They’re so damn ruthless, damn your ancestors!"
Aside from Zhang Yong, no one else felt like talking. Only Zhang Yong kept cursing nonstop.
It wasn’t that Yang Yi and the others didn’t want to run; it was that they physically couldn’t run anymore. Although they had only sprinted just over three hundred meters, they had done so at the speed of a hundred-meter dash, fully armed, pushing themselves to the brink of their potential and running for their lives.
So, as desperate as they were to escape, without a brief rest Yang Yi and the others truly couldn’t run another step.
After a two-minute breather, despite their legs still trembling, Yang Yi felt like he had regained the use of his legs and could finally breathe with his lungs burning like fire.
Panting heavily, Yang Yi said with a tremor in his voice, "Stop cursing, let’s keep running."
Jethro said in a low voice, "Don’t. We’re probably safe now. We can’t run at this point."