vstars Chapter 408 Comrades, hold on! We're coming to rescue you!
Chapter 408 Comrades, hold on! We're coming to rescue you!
"Damn, that's really insidious!"
Zhang Haiyang gasped, thankful he hadn't acted impulsively. "Is this a plan to lure us down and then wipe us all out?"
"Eighty percent yes."
Zhong Yuemin's lips curled into a cold smile. "It seems that this competition is not only about fighting against the heavens, the earth, and the wolves, but also against people. Those people up there are finding all sorts of ways to torment us."
Da Long curled his lip in disapproval.
"Is this a selection process or a trap? Yuemin, what do we do now?"
"What to do?"
Zhong Yuemin curled his lips.
"They want us to put on an act, right? Then let's play along and have some fun, okay..."
He pointed ahead.
"Haiyang, you go over there, act a little clueless, don't let them suspect anything, and steal their food and water bottles while you're at it. Then we'll slip away. It's all about your acting skills..."
Pat him on the shoulder.
"Yuemin, you're so cunning! You even came up with this crazy idea. But it's good, if they're going to scam people, they'd better be prepared to get scammed themselves. Just wait and see..."
Zhang Haiyang took his "acting" to the extreme. He scrambled down the sand dune, his face filled with panic and "simple" concern, stumbling and staggering all the way to the group of "wounded" soldiers.
"Comrades, comrades, what's wrong with you? Are you alright? Wake up!"
His voice was trembling with emotion, sounding genuinely heartfelt.
His actions, however, were swift and decisive. He shook the nearest "unconscious" person and deliberately slapped them, displaying a smugness reminiscent of the playboys of old Beijing.
With his other hand, he "casually" brushed against the other person's water bottle strap, skillfully pulled it, and slung it over his own shoulder.
At the same time, taking advantage of the posture of bending over to check, his eyes quickly swept over the other party's bulging pockets and backpack side pockets, and his fingers deftly reached in to take out dry food such as compressed biscuits, which he stuffed into his own large combat uniform pockets without even looking.
"Hey you……"
The "injured" man who had been shaken and slapped almost jumped up, but remembering his "mission," he could only grit his teeth and continue groaning, his mind already filled with rage.
Zhang Haiyang followed suit, moving among the "wounded" soldiers, calling out anxiously, while his "looting" proceeded methodically.
One, two, three...
Water bottles, food—any supplies that could be quickly taken fell into his clutches.
He even "kindly" helped a guy who had been "shot in the leg" straighten his crooked leg wrapping, and casually took the spare dagger that the guy had stuck in the leg wrapping.
Finally, he approached the man who had been shouting "Help!" and seemed to be the leader.
"Comrade, how are you? Can you still speak? What happened?"
Zhang Haiyang squatted down, his face full of worry and anxiety.
The "wounded soldier" was secretly delighted; the fish had taken the bait!
He continued in a weak voice:
"We...we were attacked by a group of unidentified men in black...they were ruthless...they stole most of our supplies...please...please save us..."
As she spoke, she glanced at Zhang Haiyang out of the corner of her eye and tentatively asked:
"By the way, did you come alone? Where are your teammates?"
Zhang Haiyang sneered inwardly. Men in black? Couldn't they put a little more effort into their story? Did they really think they were fools?
But a more terrified expression appeared on his face as he pointed to the sand dunes behind him and said:
"Men in black? There are other people here? This is terrifying! The rest of our team are guarding behind that sand dune. They sent me here to scout ahead. You wait here, I'll go get them to come and rescue you!"
He made a move to get up, but then seemed to suddenly remember something, abruptly stopped, rubbed his hands, and gave an embarrassed yet anxious look:
"By the way, comrade, look... we've almost used up our supplies while trying to keep going, and we're both hungry and thirsty... Do you... have any extra food or water? Could you give us some first? Once we've rescued you, we'll all go together!"
"what?"
The leader of the "wounded" soldiers was completely bewildered. This part wasn't in the script, and they shouldn't be going this way. Shouldn't they be the ones generously helping others, attracting all the enemies to be wiped out in one fell swoop? Why were they being asked for help instead?
He was speechless for a moment, and stammered:
"We...we were robbed too...we don't have much left..."
"It's alright, it's alright, just a little bit will do, saving a life is the priority!"
Zhang Haiyang didn't give him a chance to refuse. With lightning speed, he snatched the water bottle and a small bag of food that the other person had placed beside him and hadn't had time to hide.
"Hey! You..."
The "wounded soldier" cried out in surprise.
"Thanks, comrade. Hang in there, we're coming right away!"
Clutching his "trophy," Zhang Haiyang tossed out a sentence and turned around, running back in an even more "panicked" manner than when he arrived. He scrambled up the sand dune at lightning speed and disappeared from the other side's sight in a few moments.
Behind the sand dunes, Zhong Yuemin looked at the various water bottles and food that Zhang Haiyang was carrying in his arms and hanging on his body, and couldn't help but laugh and curse.
"Well, Haiyang, your acting skills have improved, and you're quite ruthless too. You've got the makings of a rogue."
Zhang Haiyang proudly raised his chin and distributed the stolen goods to everyone:
"I learned it from you, old man. All's fair in war. Now our supplies are more plentiful. Let them put on a show, they'll lose both their wife and their army!"
"Hurry up and pack up, let's get out of here!"
Zhong Yuemin waved his hand,
"Once they realize what's happening, they'll definitely come after us looking for trouble. Let's change direction and take a detour!"
The five-person team quickly packed their belongings and, carrying their unexpected windfall, disappeared silently on the other side of the Gobi Desert.
Before leaving, Zhang Haiyang added one more sentence.
"Comrades, hang in there! We'll have some water and rest for a bit. We'll be there to rescue you soon. Hold on..."
Then all that remained behind them was a group of "actors" still confused and not quite understanding what was going on on the sand.
Down in the dunes, the leader, seeing that no rescue had arrived, and knowing that lying on the sand in this sweltering heat was extremely uncomfortable—like being in a sauna—called out a few times towards the distant dunes, but received no response.
The group of "wounded" soldiers looked at each other, bewildered, at their looted supplies, and it took them a while to come to their senses.
"groove!"
The leader slammed his fist on the sand in anger, cursing under his breath, "Damn it, you son of a bitch, we've been played?! Stop lying there like corpses, get up and go catch them..."
The first one got up and rushed to the sand dune in front, but there was no one there. Only a few empty water bottles and plastic bags of compressed biscuits remained on the ground. The sound was extremely jarring, as if mocking them. After playing with eagles for so long, today they got pecked in the eye by an eagle.
How pathetic and frustrating!