"Woo..." A strange cry was heard. Just as I led eight cars to drive along the railway, several Mustang fighters suddenly emerged from the clouds and bombarded the dozen cars parked behind us.

Flashes of machine guns and explosions came, and I couldn't help but glance at the rear mirror. I saw fires soaring into the sky behind me. The machine gun bullets on the plane made the snow whizzing, but the volunteers were still rushing with bullets and enemy planes to carry food.

Looking at this scene, I couldn't help but feel a burst of pain in my heart. Only the volunteers who were extremely difficult to supply could realize that these biscuits and these food boxes were a few lives! That's why they risked their lives and bombed by enemy planes to grab food. At this point, the People's Army, which could get supplies from the local people, was much better.

After a while, the enemy plane discovered our group of nine cars that were "fleeing". They quickly divided two of them and followed them. I quickly stepped on the accelerator to the bottom. The car ran forward like an arrow.

But no matter how fast the car is, it is not as fast as the plane. I heard the roar behind me more and more. Then an extremely low-altitude "wild horse" entered my rearview mirror. I had never seen such a legendary fighter jet at such a close distance, but before I could seriously appreciate its majesty, the machine gun on its wings rang out "da da da da...". I quickly lowered my head, and the car window in front of me was knocked out loud, and the falling glass broke all over me. A gust of cold wind suddenly poured in and made me feel dizzy.

Fortunately, none of these bullets hit the key point of the car, and of course they didn’t hit me either.

The plane flew past me with a harsh roar, but before I could breathe a sigh of relief, it turned around in the air and returned, obviously it targeted me. There is no doubt that this choice was correct, who made me first? As long as he exploded me, he would likely stop the entire convoy.

Fighting against the cold wind blowing towards me, I opened my eyes with difficulty and stared at the "wild horse" that was getting closer and closer to each other. When it approached, it slammed the steering wheel and slid on the snow for a long time with a "squeak..." sound, and it almost broke out of control and rolled into the rice fields, but in the end it stabilized on the other side of the road and continued to drive forward.

Almost at the same time, the plane roared over my side, and a bomb fell from the sky. With a "boom..." sound, the car behind me was blown up a few times and rolled to the side.

"Hurry up, hurry up..." Although the cold wind blowing towards me was not pleasant, I still stepped on the accelerator hard. If I continue like this, I will not be able to withstand the plane tossing several times...

Finally, after struggling to turn two small bends along the railway tracks, a tunnel appeared in front of me. This was exactly what I wanted, and I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Where there are railway tracks and mountains, there will inevitably be tunnels. Although I don't know how far it will take to have it, I finally hope for you.

But at this moment, the damn Mustang fighter jet appeared in the rear mirror again.

The entrance of the tunnel in front of me was quite narrow. I thought I would not do the trick I had last time, so I had to bite the bullet and hold the steering wheel tightly and drive forward. A series of tragic scenes of people and cars being blown up in my mind.

As the fighter plane was about to drop bombs, my eyes suddenly turned dark, and the car finally got into the tunnel without any danger. There was a muffled sound from outside, and the entire tunnel seemed to tremble. The stones falling from the top hit the roof of the car. I thought it was a good thing that the plane did with my toes.

After the car drove into the tunnel, I found that there were no lights inside, but it was right to think about it. Even in modern North Korea, in order to save electricity, there were no lights in the tunnel, let alone in this war era. Fortunately, the light at the exit of the tunnel guided me like a lighthouse, so that I would not drive in the darkness of this dark tunnel. Otherwise, I would not be wronged if I were not killed by the plane outside, but I would have hit me to death in the head here!

I stopped near the exit, and I couldn't wait to jump out of the car and rub my hands and face that were almost frozen. At this time, the People's Army driver also drove in one car after another. I counted a total of six cars. However, when I found that the cars were all on the headlights, I realized that I was really stupid.

But even though it is stupid, it is still acceptable to drill into the tunnel. Now it depends on how you can use us on the plane!

But then the accident happened again. A "wild horse" rushed straight into the tunnel with a terrifying roar. When it was connected to the entrance, it suddenly dropped a bomb and climbed up quickly. I watched the bomb fly into the tunnel with inertia...

Damn! This American pilot has a very good bomb dropping level!

With a bang, a ball of flames rose from the entrance of the tunnel and rushed straight into the tunnel. Then another explosion, and the last car exploded. Under these two violent explosions, the soil and stones on the tunnel collapsed like dominoes. I turned around and ran without saying a word. The collapsed tunnel behind me followed me like a monster's mouth was about to close. I didn't dare to turn around, but I only knew to rush towards the other end of the tunnel with all my strength.

After rushing out, I jumped suddenly, and the tunnel just closed my mouth behind me, splashing over and shattering the soil to bury the lower half of me tightly.

Mom! I almost buried the doggy damn alive. I cursed in my heart, but I lay on the ground for a while and didn't dare to move. I waited for the American plane to go away, and then I used all my strength to pull out my legs.

Huh... I saved my life again, but the drivers of the People's Army were not so lucky. I sat on the ground and reached out to pick deer leather boots. The broken soil in the boots made me feel uncomfortable. But suddenly remembered the smell of the foot when I took off my shoes last time, so I pinched my nose with one hand and quickly completed the process of picking the boots with the other hand, pouring the soil with the other hand, and then putting it on my feet again. The speed of the movement was no less than the speed of replacing the magazine for the rifle on the battlefield.
Chapter completed!