Xia Yiwan nodded, picked up her phone again, and this time she dialed a number accurately.
In the forest outside, Mu Qianxun and Shangguan Lingqi, along with a few others, were nearly driven into a corner with no way out.
The three helicopters that had arrived earlier were equipped with weapons that were no less sophisticated than those on Mu Cangkong's plane.
Moreover, it seemed like the enemy knew they were in the forest, so they were bombing inch by inch, methodically.
"This can't go on!" Shangguan Lingqi shouted as he ran.
All of them had weapons, but they were small arms, completely insufficient to take down four helicopters.
While they were talking, Mu Qianxun's phone began to ring.
With bullets whistling past behind them, Mu Qianxun sprinted, unable to spare a moment to answer the call.
"Forget the phone! Let's make it to the air-raid shelter!" Mu Qianxun shouted, ignoring his phone and running straight ahead.
