Old Xu found the gun and the hand-held radio with little effort.
The gun was a Type 92 with only three bullets inside, and seeing this result, both Old Xu and Li Xiaoxin let out a helpless smile.
To think that nearly a hundred Huaxia students were frightened into submission by these three bullets, ultimately becoming prisoners of the Japanese bastards.
But that's no longer important, most of those beasts have gotten what they deserve, and as for the rest, Old Xu certainly won't let them go.
To establish contact with the outside, the package brought by Hua Biao specially included large batteries.
Old Xu took them out and inserted them, then immediately adjusted the radio frequency.
Fortunately, the radio had not malfunctioned due to long disuse, and soon Old Xu was able to contact the emergency team guarding outside the school.
"Old Lin, this is Old Xu, respond if you receive this, static, respond if you receive this, over!"
