But there was nothing that could be done at the moment.
Song Heping could only drag Willie to what he considered the safest corner in the back hall and then help him change to a new magazine.
"Willie, I don't know if we can make it out alive, everything is up to God now, I need to go to the front, you can only rely on yourself here."
"Go."
At such times, Willie actually smiled.
"Having fought in so many battles, if I really die, just consider it a long sleep. If not, we'll talk about the future later."
"Take care, buddy."
Song Heping did not waste words, he carried his gun and crawled into the corridor, turning into a room up front.
The back hall was connected to the houses of other neighbors, so using weapons like the M72 rocket launcher to attack would definitely come from blasting through the front door.
Putting the injured Willie there was relatively safe.
But it was only relatively safe.
At this point, there was no safe place in the house anymore.
