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Volume 6 Sword of Justice Chapter 94

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    For more than a month, they launched several ambushes, but those people seemed to know their plan of action, and they failed every time.

    On New Year's Eve, they returned to the hotel exhausted. Fugui felt very tired and fell on the bed without eating. When he woke up, Fugui felt that his feet were itchy and uncomfortable. He took off his combat boots and found that his feet were red and swollen.  After scratching hard a few times, it became even more uncomfortable. It seemed like hundreds of ants were slowly devouring his toes.

    He looked at his comrades who were all asleep. Yu Yu's face beside him was bruised and bruised from the cold, and he was talking in his sleep from time to time.  Fugui covered him with his fur coat and helped Sa Teng cover his red and swollen hands before going down to the ground and quietly adding a few pieces of coal to the almost extinguished stove.  After a while, the fire was burning, and the kettle on the stove made a squeaking sound.

    He found the basin and poured some scalding water. He soaked his red and swollen hands for a while, and then began to scald his itchy and uncomfortable feet. The water was too hot, so he could only touch it a little, and quickly lifted his feet.  stand up.  After soaking like this for more than half an hour, he felt much more comfortable. He was about to wipe his feet when suddenly there was a noise outside. He picked up the gun alertly, turned his bare feet behind the door, and followed the crack to check what was going on outside.

    got windy!

    The wind spread rapidly from the horizon, and several small trees nearby began to slowly sway with the wind.  The wind became more and more unbridled, howling, roaring, and blowing coldly.  The bare trees finally couldn't withstand the attack of the northwest wind, lost their proud posture, and began to sway in the cold wind.

    The strong wind in the distance stirred up clouds of snow and mist, wreaking havoc on the open snowy field, and the world was filled with darkness.  The world seemed to be dyed gray, and there was silence. Only the wires and treetops swinging violently in the wind made a shrill sound, resounding in the empty snowy field.

    Fugui had never seen such a strong wind, and the outside world suddenly made him feel an extreme sense of desolation.

    He looked at his sleeping comrades silently. They were all men and worthy of being soldiers!  Fugui felt a warm feeling in his heart.

    The environment here is too harsh. After experiencing several difficult ambushes, the familiar faces have frostbitten hands, feet and faces, and some have suppuration. However, they are still so brave every time they act. They use their best strength to  Strong will and boiling blood interpret an extraordinary and heroic military life in this Gobi desert, which was once an ancient battlefield.

    He believed that they had the same blood flowing. From the moment they put on that camouflage, they might be destined to be closely connected with this desert. They were like a pack of hungry wolves, in this desert that they guarded.  They search for prey on the land to satisfy their hunger. As long as they can find prey, they will not hesitate to pierce the throat of the prey with their sharp teeth!

    The resolute eyes of his comrades comforted him somewhat. These were the cutest and most respectable group of comrades. Like himself, they had a youthful dream and performed the most precious youth of their lives to the fullest.  Dedicated to this land and the people on this land.

    Du Shengli pushed the door open and walked in, carrying a chill. He covered his ears and stomped his feet: "It's so cold in this damn weather." After saying that, he sat next to the stove and wanted to put his hands into the fire.

    Fugui put on his fur coat and said, "I'll go and stand guard. You can warm yourself up. The water in the pot is boiling. You'll feel better if you wash it off."

    "No need," Du Shengli rubbed his hands on the fire and said, "Patriot is outside. You can change him after a while." After saying that, he took off his military boots, revealing his red and swollen feet.

    Fugui poured him a basin of boiling water and handed it to him: "It's better to perm it. I just permed it and the effect is good."

    Du Shengli gently dipped his feet in the water, gritted his teeth and said, "It's still itchy and uncomfortable. Fugui, if possible, I want to chop off both feet right now."

    Fugui added a few more pieces of coal and said, "No one has been feeling well these past two days. The weather is too cold. I saw that their feet are all suppurating. We southerners are not used to the climate here."

    Du Shengli turned around to look at his sleeping comrades, and said quietly: "Fugui, our mission has never been as difficult as this one. I always suspect that the information we got is false, or that the information has been leaked. We are here more than one  It¡¯s been a month and a half, and we have rounded them up six times, but we can¡¯t see the opponent¡¯s figure, and every time they are defeated, if this continues, we will be exhausted and freeze to death here.¡±

    Fugui looked at him and asked, "Are you doubting He Changfeng?"

    Du Shengli shook his head and said: "He is from our brigade, how can we doubt him? I just suspect that he is an informant, or that the intelligence from the border police and the local police is false. You have the best relationship with Liming, you should  Remind him."

    Fugui sighed. He knew that Du Shengli¡¯s suspicion was not unfounded.In fact, he also doubted it.  However, every time he changed his mind, he would always think of the stern orders given by the captain when he set off. He also knew that according to Li Ming's character, he would never give up until the mission was completed.

    He fiddled with the red-hot coals in the stove and said: "This is not a matter of reminding or not. You should know his character. He is not a person who gives up halfway. His desire for revenge is too strong. From the day Ryoko died, he  I have never dreamed of killing that person with my own hands, not to mention he almost risked his life on those people last time, do you think he will stop easily?"

    Du Shengli shook his head, lowered his head and washed his feet, half of his body covered with mist.

    The wind outside became stronger, the strong wind kept beating on the window lattice, and the old newspapers stuck on the window rustled.

    Fugui put on his fur coat and said, "I'm going to change my patriotism. It's too cold outside."

    As soon as he went out, a huge force almost pushed him. The strong wind carried fine snow foam and hit his face, causing a faint pain.

    Yang Aiguo tightly wrapped his fur coat and hid behind the car, pacing back and forth with his neck curled up. Only the hands holding the gun were still so strong.  His face was red from the cold, but his sharp eyes were staring at the movements around him.

    As soon as he took the cold gun from Yang Aiguo's hand, a figure appeared at the wooden gate. He Changfeng's collar was covered with frozen frost. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and gasped: "Yes.  situation, everyone should prepare quickly."

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