My courtyard shelter

Old Zhang helped his son get into the car. Zhang Fan was shot in the arm during the resistance yesterday. Fortunately, there was a hospital in the community, so he was able to save his life. Read М

Because they had made preparations in advance, the family quickly drove the car and set off behind the traffic.

"God bless you, you must be safe." Gao Yuemei held her grandson in her arms and kept muttering.

Zhang Fan's wife sat next to her husband with a distressed look on her face. She was really scared at this time.

Last night, the gunshots rang all night, and she didn't dare to sleep at all. Fatigue and fear filled her brain, which was simply a torture.

Because of the poor visibility, the convoy was moving very slowly, but fortunately the Pelican Hill community was not too far away, and it was estimated that it should arrive before dark.

Unfortunately, the convoy was blocked halfway, and the front was full of abandoned cars, and all kinds of cans were scattered all over the ground.

Zhang Ming got off the car and asked around, and came back in less than ten minutes.

"What's the situation?" Old Zhang asked anxiously.

"This road is impassable, and we can only walk the rest of the way." Zhang Ming's face was full of worry.

Gao Yuemei immediately became anxious: "What about our luggage? There are so many canned foods in the car?"

"Don't take the luggage, try to bring as many canned foods as possible!" Zhang Ming lamented.

"Zhang Ming is right, if the luggage is lost, it's lost, rations are the most important." Old Zhang agreed.

Gao Yuemei wanted to argue a few more words, but was interrupted by her son. Zhang Fan loudly persuaded: "Mom, don't say anything, pack up quickly, if you delay any longer, you won't be able to catch up with the team."

A word awakened the dreamer, and the family began to repack their luggage in a hurry.

"Where's the milk powder? Put it in Zhang Fan's backpack quickly." Gao Yuemei's first thought was milk powder.

It has been almost half a year since I came to the United States. The original four barrels of milk powder are now only one and a half barrels. Their little Zhang Tao relies on this milk powder and finally survived the cold.

"The milk powder is here."

Old Zhang took out the milk powder from the trunk and stuffed it into his son's backpack. Although Zhang Fan's right hand was injured, he was not affected by carrying a backpack.

Next, Zhang Ming and Old Zhang filled two large suitcases with canned food, mostly meat canned food.

In addition, they packed a few sets of clothes for Xiao Zhang Tao. As for other things, except for some jewelry and drinking water, most of them were abandoned.

Reluctantly looking back at the car, the whole family followed the crowd and set off again.

Perhaps due to the dual influence of sandstorms and smoke, the rest of the journey was finally safe and sound. The large group successfully arrived at the outskirts of the Pelican Hill community, less than ten kilometers away from the destination.

Because the temperature dropped sharply at night, and everyone had walked all day and was seriously exhausted, so everyone decided to set up camp on the spot and set off again tomorrow morning.

Lao Zhang quickly found a place to stay: "Zhang Ming, this place is good, it can block the wind a little, let's rest here?"

"Okay, I'll make a fire."

The temperature was very low at night, minus eight or nine degrees, and it was very difficult to endure without a bonfire for heating.

There is no shortage of firewood in the mountains, and the bonfire was quickly lit.

Gao Yuemei and Zhang Fan's wife began to prepare dinner. There was nothing special about it. They just used fire to cuff canned food, and they could eat it when it was heated. By the way, they also boiled a pot of water for Xiao Zhang Tao to make milk powder.

After a simple and hearty dinner, Gao Yuemei and others fell asleep one after another. Zhang Ming and Lao Zhang were on duty, one in the first half of the night and the other in the second half of the night.

It was a peaceful night.

The next morning, the sandstorm weakened a little, but visibility was still very low.

After breakfast, the large group continued to move forward, but what caught people off guard was that the group ran into a group of scattered rioters head-on.

A fierce conflict broke out between the two sides, and the two teams scattered.

Old Zhang was unlucky. He was hit in the head by a stray bullet before he took two steps. He died on the spot without leaving any last words.

The family didn't care about the sadness. They supported each other and retreated to the back.

People kept falling on the road.

For a while, everyone was in danger. They couldn't tell who was a friend and who was an enemy. They only saw bullets flying all over the sky.

After a while, Zhang Fan's wife suffered the same fate as Old Zhang. She was shot in the chest and died.

"Wow wow wow..."

Maybe he was scared, or maybe it was the telepathy between mother and son, Xiao Zhang Tao suddenly burst into tears.

"Wife, what's wrong with you?"

Zhang Fan hugged his wife so hard that the wound on his right arm burst instantly, and his sleeves were stained red.

"Go, go quickly..." Zhang Fan's wife pushed her husband hard.

"I'll carry you." Zhang Fan didn't want to give up.

Zhang Ming pulled his nephew over, and Zhang Fan's wife fell to the ground.

"Uncle, don't pull me!" Zhang Fan shook him off.

The situation was urgent, Zhang Ming slapped her in the face, "Wake up, your wife is dead, hurry up and leave, don't forget you still have Zhang Tao."

When he mentioned his son, Zhang Fan finally regained some reason. He endured the sadness, took off his coat and covered his wife's face, and then continued to move forward.

After running more than a thousand meters, he temporarily stayed away from the center of the battle.

Zhang Ming helped his sister-in-law sit on the stone to rest. Gao Yuemei was confused at this time, she only knew to hold her grandson stupidly, and she hadn't reacted to the loss of two family members in a row.

"Wow wow wow..." Little Zhang Tao was still crying.

"Sister-in-law, sister-in-law..." Zhang Ming shook her.

"What's wrong?" Gao Yuemei asked subconsciously.

"Hurry up and check the child."

Gao Yuemei finally came to her senses. She quickly checked her grandson. Fortunately, there were no wounds on his body. "Taotao, don't cry. Grandma is here."

After coaxing for a while, little Zhang Tao finally stopped crying.

Zhang Fan hugged his son with a sad face, hugged him very tightly, and couldn't stop crying.

"Zhang Fan, you hurt the child." Zhang Ming stepped forward to remind him.

"I don't want you to be kind. If it weren't for you, our family would be fine in China. My father wouldn't die, and my wife wouldn't die. It's all your fault." Zhang Fan said without thinking.

This sentence made Zhang Ming speechless, and at the same time he was filled with great guilt. His nephew was right. It was indeed he who harmed his eldest brother's family.

Gao Yuemei stepped forward and slapped her son hard. "No one forced you to come to the United States. You are also an adult. Don't blame others for your own choices."

After that, she hugged her grandson and walked aside.

Zhang Fan was about to apologize to his uncle, but the next second he was shot in the left chest. He instantly shrunk all the words in his mouth and fell straight down.

"Son..." Gao Yuemei rushed over immediately, almost on the verge of despair.

Zhang Ming shot the shooter with one shot, and then hurried forward to check the injuries of his nephew.

Zhang Fan shook his head: "Uncle, I...can't do it anymore, my mother and Zhang...Tao will be handed over to you."

"Son, don't talk nonsense, you and your father are gone, how can you let your mother live?" Gao Yuemei cried bitterly.

Zhang Fan was already on his deathbed, and he reached out with difficulty to touch his son's little face. The little guy looked at his father with a smile on his face.

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