Set up the cannons, lying on the launch pad, aiming at the monitor, He Bi's face was extremely stern, and he didn't speak again the entire time.
It's not that he didn't want to speak, but he was afraid that if he opened his mouth, he would start thinking about whether Ji You was already dead.
She rushed into the center of the enemy's encirclement alone.
Alone.
...
He made an effort to tell himself not to imagine that possibility, and He Bi stared at the monitor, continuously adjusting direction, incorporating all surrounding angles into the surveillance range.
If even one enemy rushed in, he would surely kill them.
Even a mosquito couldn't break through his blockade.
He Bi squinted his eyes, the cold light in his dark pupils was even sharper.
Beside him, Liu Fufeng leaned against the corner of the wall, eyes closed, fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, his face pale, yet Liu Fufeng bit his lips; no matter how much pain he felt, he didn't give up easily.
1 meter.
