Arrows zipped through the darkness from the front.
Every now and then, arrows flew close to the carriage walls.
Within seconds, Gu Mian heard the team up front shouting several times.
"Captain, the front car has passed! The driver is out of shooting range!"
"There are still two people in the back. Get ready to shoot."
The minecart was rushing forward, and Gu Mian heard the voices getting closer and closer.
"Ready—"
The two of them were still climbing, and the voices were already nearly upon them.
From the sound of it, in just a few seconds, they would be directly facing the armed group.
Gu Mian didn't want several arrows in his butt, so he desperately scrambled upward.
Just as a head wearing a gas mask appeared in Gu Mian's peripheral vision, he suddenly leaped upward and tumbled into the open carriage.
At the same time, he saw an arrow fly horizontally across the top of the ladder, right where his head should have been.
