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- But the order was given, but no one moved.
"Why not execute it?" the middle-aged officer angrily scolded the soldiers behind him.
¡°¡¡± The soldiers didn¡¯t speak.
"You have violated military discipline and are waiting to be punished." The middle-aged officer waved his sleeves and left.
"Why are you doing it?" Although Yang Zongbao was grateful to the soldier, he felt that there was no need to offend anyone because of him.
"" The soldier didn't say anything, but took a deep look at Yang Zongbao and returned.
This little incident did not affect the enthusiasm of Kenting people for medical treatment, and there was still a long queue at the simple table.
The diseases of Kenting people are basically caused by parasites and malnutrition, so diagnosis is not difficult. Yang Zongbao's diagnosis speed is also relatively fast.
After the sun completely sets, there is still a queue in front of the table, but the consultation ends here.
The middle-aged officer didn¡¯t do anything to Yang Zongbao. As usual, the thunder was loud and the rain was light, so he lived a comfortable life. The epidemic came violently and retreated quickly. Within a week, the crowd had calmed down. However, the militants who have sneaked into the city due to the epidemic have no peace, and there are many more gunshots on the streets during the day than before. But the residents of Kenting seem to have long been accustomed to this kind of life, and ordinary people have numb expressions on their faces. This numbness frightened Yang Zongbao. When the people of a country no longer have hope for the country and live like zombies, the country has ceased to exist in name only. This is also true.
"Brother Yang" Jiang Song saw Yang Zongbao closing the stall and returning to the classroom, and immediately handed over a towel to wipe his face.
"Has Sun Zhimin been sent back to China?" Yang Zongbao asked while wiping his hands.
"Well, let's go tonight." Jiang Song nodded, not daring to disobey Yang Zongbao's orders. Originally, Sun Zhimin could return to China without Jiang Song's intervention, but she would inevitably face the domestic mass media, and she was unwilling to do so. She only hoped that she could avoid the public's attention and not be regarded as a person. This kind of treatment is similar to that of animals in a zoo, and it has become a means of promoting some kind of civilization. This requires forces from above to suppress media attention. Therefore, only Jiang Song can handle this matter. This was a deal reached between Yang Zongbao and the powerful person in the Celestial Dynasty. It's just that the content of this transaction is beyond Yang Zongbao's current capabilities.
"Brother Yang" Jiang Song is the middleman, and of course he knows the pressure Yang Zongbao has to face.
"Don't worry." Yang Zongbao had nothing to say but could only prevent the child from worrying.
Jiang Song knew that he couldn't help, but he still gritted his teeth and said, "If Brother Yang is not sure, I can"
"No." Yang Zongbao immediately sternly rejected Jiang Song's words: "You can't have any stains or make any mistakes. Otherwise, your purpose will not be achieved."
"I know" Jiang Song gritted his teeth.
"Go get me something to eat." Yang Zongbao rubbed Jiang Song's head.
Jiang Song¡¯s head was bent forward and backward by Yang Zongbao¡¯s rubbing, but Jiang Song not only did not get angry, but actually enjoyed the physical contact. Jiang Song's life is two extremes. Before the age of 13, he was in paradise, carefree and like normal people. After the age of 13, everything changed suddenly, so that the weak children had to become strong in an instant, exercise their minds, and transform themselves. Protected like an iron barrel, invulnerable. But no matter how strong he is, he is just a minor. His admiration for Yang Zongbao makes him long for physical contact with Yang Zongbao.
After Jiang Song went out, Yang Zongbao's troubles had just begun.
"Master" The Japanese ghost came back carrying Murakami.
"Well, I'm going to country r, of course in a few months." Yang Zongbao looked at Murakami when he said this.
Murakami knelt for a whole day, his feet trembling and trembling: "Why did you go to country r?"
¡°Don¡¯t worry about it anymore, just follow me when the time comes.¡± Yang Zongbao rubbed his temples tiredly.
After Jiang Song brought food to Yang Zongbao, he had already fallen asleep.
Yang Zongbao is indeed tired, but he has refused to relax these days. He thinks that he is a doctor and that his job is to treat illnesses and save people, not anything else. But someone insisted on doing other things
When he woke up, his whole body was sore. Yang Zongbao went downstairs to wash his face. Unexpectedly, he was followed by a tail.
Yang Zongbao is not in a hurry. He brushes his teeth for a long time in the morning, brushing left, brushing right, brushing up, brushing down. No matter how he brushes, he will not spit out the white bubbles in his mouth.
Song Heren smiled bitterly on the side. Dr. Yang's temperament was too out-of-touch, but there was really nothing he could do. Although he usually doesn't say anything and doesn't care about anything, he has a very stubborn temper.??Salt does not enter. Now there is no other way but to wait for him to do so.
Finally, the bubbles in Yang Zongbao¡¯s mouth could no longer be contained, and they overflowed from his mouth, completing the task of gargling, which was a particularly sacred thing for him today.
Song Heren was overjoyed and was about to speak, but unexpectedly, the other party was in trouble again and started to rub out more soap bubbles and start shaving.
Yang Zongbao is very careful, step by step, without any panic or in a hurry
Where Yang Zongbao was cool and carefree, Song Heren was restless, and his days were like years
I don¡¯t know if Yang Zongbao¡¯s conscience discovered it and finally settled everything.
Song Heren was not sure and was still waiting for Yang Zongbao's next move.
"Tell me, what's the matter?" Yang Zongbao asked.
"We are going on a mission." Song Heren was a little worried.
"Just go out, why is no one replacing you? You are just recovering from your illness, why do you have to go on a mission?"
"The situation is urgent and the replacement has not arrived yet. In order to avoid bad situations, I need your help." Song Heren said with a smile.
"Let's go." Yang Zongbao was helpless.
The mission is actually quite good, it is to evacuate a group of peripheral armed forces. The quality of these armed forces varies, some are protective, and some are inhumane, such as the last time the cannibal tribe evolved. The incineration of Kenting was quite serious at both ends. Some of the city's residents began to live a civilized life, while the other part, it can be said that most of them, still stayed in primitive society. And it was the Celestial Empire, the United States, and the R country that caused all this
Therefore, China and those countries that have troops stationed in Kenting must ensure the safety of civilized people, but they are unwilling to get involved too deeply, so as not to put the facts into practice in the international community. So every once in a while, some warriors will be sent to search for primitive tribes that have not yet evolved to help them progress ahead of schedule. There are no more than two results. One is that those tribes really develop production and improve their lives; the other is that they become deformed existences. Song Heren and Yang Zongbao have already experienced this deformed existence. But no matter what the outcome is, the process must continue because it is unknown which tribe or armed group has black gold underground. This is a consensus reached among countries, whoever finds it develops it
Yang Zongbao was worried about leaving Murakami in the camp, so of course he took him with him. The Japanese ghost was worried that Murakami would follow Yang Zongbao, so he naturally followed him.
With the lessons learned last time, Song Heren must be more careful this time and always pay attention to the surrounding situation.
After leaving Kenting City, the road became increasingly rugged. What surprised Yang Zongbao was that he had something else in his pocket. Didn't open it in front of other people. Who put it in his pocket? Yang Zongbao was surprised, but he was very patient and did not open it in a hurry. Everything could be done slowly.
¡°It¡¯s just ahead, it¡¯s about a day¡¯s drive away.¡± Halfway through, after getting off the car to cook and rest, Song Heren pointed in one direction and said.
¡°Did you bring an extra car this time?¡± Yang Zongbao joked when he saw three cars in the convoy.
"I'm scared." Song Heren smiled bitterly.
"I heard that you have been dreaming a lot lately?" Yang Zongbao picked a bonfire with a dead branch.
"How can you not have nightmares after experiencing something like that?" Although Song Heren was tanned by the Kenting sun, the dark circles under his eyes could not be covered up at all.
"Then you shouldn't stay here." Yang Zongbao knew that Song Heren was traumatized. Generally, people who come back from the battlefield will have more or less psychological trauma, and some may even become abnormal, insane, or crazy. Yang Zongbao didn't want Song Heren to become like this.
"I'll go back after finishing this order." Song Heren didn't know what he thought of, and his tone was depressed.
¡°¡¡± Knowing that persuasion was fruitless, Yang Zongbao had no choice but to give up.
After lunch, we rested for half an hour and then continued on the road.
We haven¡¯t arrived at the tribe yet at night, so we can only camp in the open air.
No one could really sleep. Outside of those on guard duty, the other soldiers were chatting by the campfire.
Three vehicles surrounded everyone in the middle. This was a bit like the camel theory. Three armored vehicles blocked the outside. This way, with cover, there was no fear of a sudden attack.
"This place is more like the Gobi Desert." Yang Zongbao's face was reflected in the firelight, flickering and making it difficult to distinguish.
"Yeah, at least it's not a complete desert, at least we can still use cars." Song Heren agreed.
There were only four people around the fire. Murakami didn't say a word after he hit the road, and Hiki didn't have much to say. He might have thought of the past.
???????????????????????????????????????????????????When the light came on, Yang Zongbao narrowed his eyes slightly.
Kenting is beautiful, and most places have not been destroyed by humans, so even the very dangerous environment still resonates with nature among most people.
The early morning sun shines brightly on the horizon, making the desert look like a golden fairyland.
"It's so beautiful" Song Heren also woke up and praised.
¡°Yes, but it¡¯s more dangerous.¡± As if to confirm what Yang Zongbao said, a black and red poisonous scorpion emerged from the sand not far away.
"Get in the car." Song Heren gave the order without hesitation.
The convoy started to move again.
The beautiful scenery just passed by in a flash. Gradually, everyone in the car felt stuffy.
"How do you know there are tribes there?" Yang Zongbao asked.
"We sent people to detect it before." Song Heren didn't say much. He answered whatever Yang Zongbao asked and had no intention of expanding the topic.
Yang Zongbao felt bored and no longer cared about his mood. - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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