Chapter 777 - Why, Afraid To Become A Widow? (1/2)

Turn out bad?

Hearing this, Zhou Yao stood up straight, put his hands on his belt, and licked his dry lips. He showed a bloodthirsty smile. “Is that so? Then I must definitely give it a try.”

“Zhou Yao!” Leng Zhiyuan gave a low cry.

He slowly looked over to the side. That pair of bright, narrow eyes fixed on her face as he stretched out his right hand to pat her little face. “Why, afraid to become a widow?”

Leng Zhiyuan slapped his hand away. He was still in the mood to joke at such a time!

“Six minutes. If I don’t come back, you all will attack southwest. Recruit 2 will be the vanguard. Recruit 6 will be at the rear. You will proceed by crawling, and try your best to keep your lives while buying us some time.” He walked off once he finished giving his men the instructions.

“Don’t go!” Leng Zhiyuan went forward and grabbed at his waist with her right hand.

“This is a battlefield. You are at a disadvantage and your life is hanging in the line. As a leader, what you should do now is to be rational. You want to lead everyone into battle, but do you think the life of one person is comparable to that of so many people?”

Zhou Yao evaded her attack, so she went up to him like a vine. The man took back the smile on his face and grabbed her pale wrist in his palm. His masculine body temperature and the heat of his palm were instantly transferred to her skin, and his mellow voice rang out. “Don’t pester me anymore. Both are lives. There is no means of comparison. Those are my people, my people, I can’t lose a single one!”

He shook off her hand forcefully and disappeared into the depths of the forest.

Leng Zhiyuan stared at his departing figure. She felt as if ten thousand alpacas and horses were galloping through her heart. Fine, go and die, go and find death.

“Sister-in-law, don’t be angry. Major General is like that!” A soldier hurriedly comforted her, then whispered to the men beside him, “There is someone in the six o’clock direction at the treetop ten meters away. Fire in that direction and cover Major General.”

Then the sound of gunfire rang out again.

Looking back at the soldiers, Leng Zhiyuan found that they were carrying small pistols with them. There were not more than 12 bullets in each one. These bullets were supposed to be for protecting their lives, but now they were used to cover for Zhou Yao instead.

Stupid!

It seems like these people will die here today!

The gunfire continued. Leng Zhiyuan’s face was grim. She did not let herself look back in the direction the man disappeared in, but her heart was getting cold. He had not returned yet…

Just then, she heard a low cry of surprise. “Major General is back.”

Leng Zhiyuan’s heart leaped, and she looked back quickly. A man arrived at her side in a flash of lightning. Zhou Yao had come back. He crouched down and threw Xiao Zhi, whom he was carrying on his shoulder, onto the ground.

Xiaozhi’s chest had been stabbed by a sharp weapon and a stream of hot blood was flowing out. Leng Zhiyuan looked on as Zhou Yao put a rough palm over the wound. “He will not die at the moment.”

Zhou Yao ripped off his shirt and used it to bandage Xiao Zhi.

Leng Zhiyuan looked at the man’s face. There was a lot of dust on his face. The sweat continuously dripped down from his forehead onto the rough bronze skin of his hand and then bounced off. He had probably encountered a fierce fight, but he was not panting, except that his heart was pounding hard with such power.

“Major General!” His soldiers gathered around him one after another. At such a moment when their lives were hanging by a thread, everyone seemed to forget the danger, their faces revealing their adoration and joy.

Leng Zhiyuan averted her eyes. At this moment, she had to admit that her heart was touched. As an agent all these years, she had become numb to blood and human life, and her heart was cold.

But it seemed like a feather had lightly brushed across her heart, sending ripples throughout.