Chapter 311: Chapter 306: Homemade Mortar_3
In the distance, the sound of another explosion rang out, accompanied by plumes of red smoke rising.
"My turn! Let me do it!" Leonardo barely heard the panicked voices of the lovebirds, inexplicably excited, "If I don't get to fire a couple of shots now, I'll miss my chance."
Martin handed over the controls to Leonardo and switched to being the loader himself.
The mortar ignited at the pull of a foot, shoved in place, and Leonardo directed its aim.
The two worked together seamlessly.
Silsa didn't bother covering her ears anymore, the two big stars in front of her completely shattered her perception.
These weren't celebrities; they were two buffoons!
Yet she found it amusing and, during a lull in the firing, asked, "Can I fire one? Hey, you two, can I have a go?"
Martin said, "Girl, don't always be so eager to shoot off cannons!"
Silsa pouted.
"Who the hell is setting off explosions!" Suddenly, a roaring voice came from the woods.
Leonardo, unafraid of escalating the situation, swung the cannon around and fired in that direction.
With a booming blast, a pair of strangers were seen running for their lives, clutching their clothes.
Martin's hands moved incredibly fast; no sooner had one round been shot than another was stuffed into the barrel.
The explosions rang out several more times, startling who knows how many pairs of lovebirds.
Nicholson and Strip, being older, got into the swing of things a bit more slowly. Just as they were fully engaged, something exploded right above them.
The latter's inner thigh muscles tensed suddenly, nearly cramping up.
Nicholson, startled, instantly turned into a crybaby, pulling out in time, which, on top of the psychic trauma, spared him from physical injury.
"Fuck!" Nicholson cursed, "It's definitely those two assholes, Martin and Leonardo!"
Upon hearing these names, Strip trembled, picked up her clothes in a hurry, and didn't dare linger, "Let's get out of here fast!"
Nicholson knew all too well that if he was a scoundrel, those two were just as bad, and he quickly dragged her away, "Let's go, we'll settle the score with them later!"
Boom!
An explosion sounded behind them in midair.
Just under a tree nearby, Bale was at the most crucial moment, and as a chill breeze blew, the explosion above made his body involuntarily tense up.
In recent months, in addition to filming and preparing other roles, Bale had been furiously working out, getting ready to film the sequel to Batman next year.
He was an extremely dedicated actor.
After several swift bouts of weight gain and loss, at a critical moment when all his muscles tensed up, combined with the cold wind and the shock of the explosion, the accumulated muscle fatigue in his legs suddenly erupted, and both legs cramped at the same time.
Bale's face contorted with pain, and unable to muster strength in his arms and hands, the support for Blanchett, whom he had propped up, was lost, and she plummeted like a missile.
Blanchett, also at a critical moment and taut all over, found the fall devastating.
Bale let out a terrible scream.
Almost simultaneously, Blanchett also shrieked.
She landed squarely on the ground, her smooth buttocks crashing onto some dry twigs, tears flowing out from the pain.
Unable to stand, Bale fell with a thump, reaching out to Blanchett, "Quick! Help me stretch my leg! I've got a cramp..."
Blanchett struggled to her feet, not bothering with anything else, and went to help Bale first.
As the wind blew the hem of his shirt, alarming purple bruises were revealed across his skin.
That fall had been harsh indeed!
The items on the ground were also painfully piercing.
"Asshole!" Blanchett lifted one of Bale's legs, forcibly helping him stretch it out, "Which asshole did this!"
Bale was in severe pain but bit down on his teeth and made no further sound.
Blanchett asked, "Should I call for help?"
After catching his breath for a while, Bale said, "I'm fine, don't let anyone see, I can't put anything on right now..."
The two of them could only helplessly support each other.