Ji Xing nodded at the words, lifting his foot to kick the gun over to the woman's feet.
Then, the three of them raised their guns and retreated.
If this group of refugees showed any abnormal behavior, the four guns, including the drone, could shred them to pieces in an instant.
The distance between the two parties gradually widened.
Chen Jian spoke again:
"Keep moving forward and that's the Mountain City, which falls under our jurisdiction."
"Don't go any further, turn back!"
"The Huaxia Army doesn't welcome you!"
As soon as the words fell, the woman, with blood still trickling down her neck, suddenly widened her eyes.
She looked at Chen Jian in shock, stared blankly for a moment, then suddenly asked:
"You... aren't Mountain City People??"
Chen Jian was taken aback.
"Mountain City People?"
"Mountain City is ours, but we aren't Mountain City People."
"We are the Huaxia Army."
As those words fell, the woman suddenly sat down on the ground.
