After the bullet passed through two doors, the tools on the shelves were jingling, but Gao Yang and the others had no way to stop the people outside from firing.

When the gunshot stopped, someone was shouting something outside. They spoke Arabic, and Gao Yang didn't understand it very much, but he heard at least three or four people outside shouting.

Malik lowered his voice and said to Gao Yang: "They asked us to open the door, or they would set fire to the house."

Malik's words were mainly English, but there were some Urdu vocabulary mixed in, but fortunately Gao Yang could still roughly understand. He shook his head and whispered: "Don't believe their nonsense. They will only kill us when they come in. We are protecting ourselves now. Do you have a gun?"

"There are no guns, but what if they really set fire to the house?"

Bob whispered: "Believe him, don't open the door, otherwise we will be dead. They won't burn the house. Who do you think they are? Are they thugs who take advantage of the situation? Or are they militants who just want to kill people?"

Malik hesitated for a moment and said, "I don't think they are going to rob. If they were thugs, they wouldn't come out yet, but there is no need for militants to target our store. Are they looking for you?"

Gao Yang shook his head and said, "No, we're here today and don't know anyone at all. You can ask them what they want to do."

Malik strengthened his courage and shouted a few times in Arabic. When the people outside the door heard Malik's words, their reaction became even more intense. They began to kick the door hard and kept shouting.

Malik said to Gao Yang: "They said someone saw the mercenaries sent by Gaddafi here and asked me to hand over you. I think they are you and, they asked me to hand over the money. I think they should be robbers."

Gao Yang and Bob's foreign faces still caused them trouble. Gao Yang was helpless and a little guilty, and whispered to Malik: "I'm so sorry, they are indeed targeting us. It seems that we have caused you trouble."

Malik shook his head and said, "We are friends, friends shouldn't say this. I'll tell them that they're wrong."

Malik started speaking in Arabic again, but after he said a few words, he responded to Malik with gunshots. Then Gao Yang smelled the strong smell of gasoline. Just when he felt something was wrong, a relatively weak gunshot suddenly came outside the door, and then the screams of several people outside the door were heard.

Gao Yang didn't know what was going on, but after a few moans at the door, it quickly became silent again, and the smell of blood was mixed with the smell of gasoline.

Gao Yang and Malik looked at each other and said in unison: "They were killed."

At this moment, a voice came from the room and said, "Malik, what happened?"

Gao Yang turned his head in surprise, but saw an old man appearing at the stairs leading to the second floor in the store. The old man had sparse silver hair, hunched his back, and walked down from the second floor tremblingly. It seemed that the old man was at least in his eighties, but the speed of going downstairs was not too slow. But the old man looked at the store with a surprised look.

Halfway through the way down, the old man stood on the stairs, pointed to the messy shops everywhere and said, "Who are you? Malik, what's wrong?"

What surprised Gao Yang was that the old man was actually a white man. He didn't know what to say, but he just looked at the old man in a daze. Malik hurriedly ran to the stairs and helped the old man and said anxiously: "Go back quickly, it's too dangerous here. Remember what I told you? Yes, it's what I said. Now it's messy outside, you have to go back upstairs. Ah, they are here to take shelter in the store, shooting everywhere outside, and many people have died. Someone just tried to rush in, but they are all dead now."

Malik said it quickly and quickly, and he was confused, but the old man actually understood it. After nodding, the old man said to Gao Yang and Bob: "It seems that you have to stay here for a while. There will be no peace outside for a while. Please feel free to do it for two."

After saying hello to Gao Yang and Bob, the old man said to Malik: "You are doing a good job and you can't let those bastards come in. We have to keep our own things. When dealing with those bastards, you have to be tough. Come with me, we have to get some things out."

After saying that, the old man turned around and began to walk back tremblingly. Malik made a gesture to Gao Yang and the others, signaling them to be careful, and then followed the old man to go up the second floor.

Gao Yang and Bob looked at each other, and finally Bob couldn't help saying, "What does this old man want to do? Forget it, no matter him, we will think of a solution, brother, we have to leave here."

Gao Yang sighed and said, "I want to leave here too, but you have seen the situation outside. I think we will die when we go out now."

"I have to call my dad. I don't know what's going on there. I have to tell him what happened. I hope he is not in danger now. It's so damn. Why do you always encounter this situation when you come out this time?"

Bob was a little anxious and wandered around in the same place. At this moment, the old man and Malik came out again, but Malik held a long box in his hand.

With respect for the old man, Gao Yang and Bob stood under the stairs. After the old man walked down the stairs, the old man reached out to shake hands with Gao Yang and Bob, and said, "Gentlemen, my name is Fedor von Brauchitsch. Welcome to my store. You can wait here with peace of mind until the end of time. If you have any questions, please tell me directly."

The old man spoke very well in English, with a straightforward word, but when he heard the old man's name, Gao Yang immediately realized that the old man in front of him was a German and a nobleman, because the old man's name was not only a typical German name, but also the "Feng" added before the surname did not belong to the surname, but was a symbol of his aristocratic origin.

The old man should have been born of the Junke nobles and had received titles in the family history. The Germans born by the Junke nobles are often inseparable from the army. Looking at the famous generals with Feng in their names during World War II in Germany, you will know the role of this special surname logo in the army.

Gao Yang's intuition told him that the old man in front of him was not simple. After giving a brief introduction to Bob, Gao Yang respectfully said to Fedor: "It is a great honor to see you. Mr. Braushich, if there is anyone we can serve, please just give me instructions."

Fedor nodded and said, "Thank you very much, gentlemen, now let's take out the things against the villains and talk about other things."

Fedor walked to the counter where the payment was collected and sat down, signaling Malik to put the box on the counter in front of him, Fedor took a key and opened the long wooden box.

Gao Yang's intuition told him that there should be a gun in the wooden box. After Fedor opened the wooden box, Gao Yang almost cheered because although the things in the box were in parts, they were indeed guns and bullets, and more than one, at least one spear and a pistol.

After opening the box, Fedor picked up a rag with his trembling hands, took out a part, and began to wipe it with the rag.

"Old guy, after so many years, you're going to play again."

Although the rifle in the box is still in parts, Gao Yang recognized it at a glance from the buttstock and muzzle shape. It was an old gun and a famous gun of the generation. It was a Mauser kar98k!

The 98K, the main rifle in Germany during World War II, will be heard of its name by anyone who has a little knowledge of World War II. The pistol next to the rifle is also the famous P38.

Whether it is the parts of the rifle or the pistol, it is coated with a thick layer of gun oil, and it is preserved very well, no different from the new one. Even the bullets are wrapped in a thick layer of grease and are completely free of rust.

Gao Yang thought Fedor was an old sniper, and this was easy to see, because in addition to guns and bullets, there was also a zf41 scope used in the early days of World War II in Germany and a 6x30 telescope made by Zeiss. These two things clearly demonstrated the identity of Fedor's sniper.

After watching Fedor assembling the Mauser 98K bit by bit and finally installing the scope, Gao Yang finally couldn't help it. He said excitedly: "Mr. Braushichi, are you a sniper?"

After Fedor looked at Gao Yang, he was silent for a long time, and finally nodded, saying in a deep voice: "The 164th Division of the German Wehrmacht African Legion..."

Fedor just said something, and then stopped talking about it. He just shook his head and began to pull the bolt over and over again. At this time, Bob said carefully: "So, are you a Nazi?"

Fedor glanced at Bob and said in a deep voice: "I am not a Nazi, I am a soldier, a soldier fighting for Germany. I had already escaped before the African Legion surrendered in 1943. A friend told me that my parents were shot for sympathy and helping hide the Jews, because they hid my girlfriend in the basement and my brother died in Stalingrad. After hearing this news, I ran away, so I was just a deserter."

As he spoke slowly, Fedor put the bullets one by one into the bullet compartment. When he finished speaking, he pulled the bolt and sent the bullets to the chamber.

"After the war, I returned to Ruhr, and my family was in ruins. My sister died in bombing. Her body remained in the ruins. My younger brother died in Normandy. He was from the 12th Armored Division of Ss. When he died, he was fifteen years old. Unlike me, my younger brother was a fanatical Nazi. He felt that my parents were killed by shooting. He wanted to use his life to wash away the shame brought to him by me and my family. In the end, he got what he wanted."
Chapter completed!