My Scheming Little Devil-Chapter 1883: For Whom Do We Risk Our Lives
The low-flying aircraft saw that there was no response from below, then descended, and three armed people jumped out, bearing their rifles, starting to search for Yiyi and the others.
Three people, Yiyi couldn’t help but feel nervous. She’s not a professional soldier; these trained soldiers are likely much more formidable than her as an amateur, so she can’t confront them directly—she must outsmart them.
She observed the terrain and had a sudden idea. She buried a remote-detonated grenade in a bush, then opened the locator a few dozen meters away, threw it there, and quickly left, hiding in an aircraft wreck hundreds of meters away.
Sure enough, soon after, the enemy’s instrument that detects signals started beeping. They discovered someone was emitting a signal.
A soldier hurriedly raised his rifle, cautiously advancing towards the direction of the signal, and after walking a hundred meters, yet not reaching the position, there was a sudden loud explosion. The two soldiers at the back were shocked and almost jumped up; seeing their comrade blown to pieces, they were furious and began a frenzied shooting spree at the signal’s location.
Yiyi, hiding in the distance, squeezed the remote in her hand and secretly breathed a sigh of relief. She dealt with one, but this kind of ambush can only be used once. The other two will not likely fall for it again; instead, they will be more vigilant. She must figure out a way to escape their pursuit.
Jiang Yang, hearing the explosion, punched the air violently, his face full of conflict finally resolute.
Since she went, he couldn’t let her effort be in vain. He had to desperately rescue the commander, seize the chaos and disgust of the explosion, and run quickly.
He carried Ling Kong on his back and rushed towards the place where they had hidden themselves and Yiyi’s aircraft.
Gunfire continued to echo from behind, but he dared not look back.
He rushed into the woods yet dared not leave the commander to go back and save Yiyi, anxiously waiting for half an hour.
Finally, he saw Yiyi stumble out of the woods, her hair messy, her whole body filthy. Her face was pained, and she held her left arm tightly, with blood dripping down her hand drop by drop.
"Ma’am, are you hurt? Does it hurt a lot?" Jiang Yang anxiously and worriedly asked, "Were you hit? Let me see."
"Nonsense, it hurts like hell. But those bastards who dared to shoot at me—hmph, they ended up worse, I designed their demise," Yiyi’s brow furrowed tightly. Of course, it hurt—a lot.
She had never been shot before, being delicate and pampered, she always feared pain and couldn’t bear suffering. Yet, she volunteered to face three professional soldiers alone, nearly losing half her life.
She had never tried this hard for anyone before.
Because she was a thorough egoist, as long as she lived, lived well, other people’s lives meant nothing to her. In danger, she was always the quickest to flee and had no sense of sacrifice at all.
But this time, she didn’t know what drove her with such stubbornness into the dangerous Yalan Country, and earlier even selflessly covered for them to escape. To save him, she risked her life as bait, took a bullet, and dealt with those two enemies.
Even she found it incredible to be so self-sacrificing.
But now, seeing the three of them still alive here, watching Ji Lingkong breathing steadily on the ground, the pain in her hand seemed to lessen as she looked at him, unable to suppress a bright smile.
Yes, this is nice too.
She managed to protect the person she wanted to protect!
