No one spoke, some looked out the window silently, and some closed their eyes, but Fugui knew that his comrades were silently thinking about their own thoughts. Outside the window, there was only the roar of the helicopter's propellers.
Fugui silently looked out the window at the desolate world. The once lush green had been blown into yellow by the cold winter wind, trembling in the vast Gobi, as if sighing at the humbleness of life. Only the Populus euphratica forest that occasionally passes by still stands unyielding in this cold season. The lush yellow leaves inject a touch of vitality into the desolate Gobi.
By the time they arrived at their destination, it was already night. This is a hilly area. Under the pale moonlight, the low hills are like tombs made of silver. There is silence all around.
The squadron leader solemnly called Liming and Yang Aiguo aside. He didn¡¯t know what he ordered, and then disappeared into the night in a helicopter.
Liming and Yang Aiguo discussed quietly for a long time, and then Yang Aiguo's figure disappeared from Fugui's sight. Liming stood there and waited for a while before coming over and ordering everyone to take a rest.
The weather was dry and cold, and waves of chill kept invading Fugui's body, especially the cold wind, which kept slicing his face like sharp knives. The crescent moon in the sky seemed to be frozen, glowing with a cold light.
They waited anxiously, and there was silence all around. Only the mournful chirping of night birds occasionally broke the tranquility of the night.
The temperature here should be around 20 degrees below zero, right? Fugui thought silently. Because the breath they exhaled quickly condensed into frost on their collars, especially their feet, which would cause heartbreaking pains at the slightest movement.
He poked Xin Yi next to him and asked quietly: "Is it cold?"
Xin Yi put away the gun, shrank his neck, and smiled jokingly: "It's not cold, it's just a little too cool."
"Stop talking!" Li Ming turned around and glared at them.
Fugui looked at his comrades in front of him, who were all squatting there motionless, like sculptures. The moonlight coated them with a layer of silver, and only the tightly held steel guns glowed faintly in the moonlight.
I don¡¯t know how long it took, but two hazy bright spots appeared in the distance, and then the faint sound of the motor came intermittently.
Liming made a warning gesture, Fugui found a shallow trench, picked up the gun and looked for the driver's position in the sight, but the night was too dark and there was backlight, so the sight was blurry.
The car was getting closer and closer, the two lights illuminated the surrounding area white, and the sight was even blurry.
Liming said a few words into the headset, stood up and said: "The alert is lifted, everyone get in the car."
The car stopped not far from them. He Changfeng jumped off the bus and said with a slight smile: "Everyone, please get in the car. It will be warmer in the car."
Liu Long went up and punched him twice: "Why is it your kid? Hehe, where did you get the leather jacket?"
He Changfeng is from the reconnaissance team and rarely meets him. At this time, he was dressed as a villager. If Liu Long hadn't called him, Fugui wouldn't have recognized him.
Fugui rubbed his hands and jumped into the car with his comrades. He saw some packages placed behind him. He touched them and they felt soft.
Yang Aiguo climbed into the car, looked at them and said, "In those packages are fur coats and casual clothes, one set for each person. By the way, there are water, cakes and instant noodles in the back. Eat some first if you are hungry."
The car drove on the rugged mountain road for more than an hour and came to a village. He Changfeng said: "This is it." Yang Aiguo stopped the car and turned around at dawn and ordered everyone: "Everyone change into casual clothes and carry nothing but short weapons. Put the rest in the car." After that, he put the equipment in the car, put on his fur coat, jumped out of the car, and walked towards the village.
After more than half an hour, they walked out. Yang Aiguo jumped out of the car and discussed with them for a while, then drove left and right in the village, and finally stopped in a large courtyard.
Liming and He Changfeng jumped out of the car and walked towards a lighted room. After a while, Li Ming came back and ordered everyone: "You should stay and guard the vehicle as a guard, and the rest will get off."
Fugui followed his comrades into the low tile-roofed houses, and He Changfeng welcomed them into a simple room.
The room was large, but very short. Fugui could almost touch the dusty wood on the roof when he raised his hand. The crooked windows made of wooden strips on the back wall were covered with dark newspapers. The cold wind kept pouring in through the torn holes, gently blowing the cracked windows. The shredded paper made a clattering sound.
"Below the window is a row of beds. It's called a bed, but it's actually a simple big bunk made of wooden boards, with a layer of worn-out felt on top. Only the fire in the iron stove in the center of the room is very strong, making the room warm.?
He Changfeng smiled and said: "It's a bit rough here. Let's just make do with it."
Du Lei stood by the fire and warmed his hands and said, "It's already very good. It's much more comfortable than being in the wild."
Liming looked around and said, "Du Lei likes the stove so much, so you should stand guard first, change it every two hours, and rest as soon as possible."
Yang Aiguo said seriously: "Also, the situation here is very complicated. Everyone should go out less during the day, try not to talk, and never reveal your identity."
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