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Volume 8 The Sword Unsheathed Chapter 126

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    Fugui found a ravine with the sun behind him and huddled in the tiny patch of shade. Although the strong sunlight could still shine on his back, he could still feel a slight coolness on his face because his back was to the sun.

    Chengchun is also hiding not far from Fugui.  He took out a map from his bag and spread it on the ground, and took out the locator to determine the direction.  Beads of sweat kept rolling down his face and onto the map.  He wiped the sweat with his dirty hands and gently wiped the sweat on the map while muttering.

    To be honest, in terms of body proportions, compared with other burly special operations team members, Cheng Chun is too thin and is definitely not a qualified special operations team member.  Fugui stared at him blankly, trying to find some characteristics in him that could serve as a special operations team member, but he was disappointed because Chengchun looked too ordinary.

    Cheng Chun looked at the small map, lowering his head to meditate for a while, then raising his head to look into the distance. The paint on his face had been washed away by sweat, turning his originally dark face into a big painted face, with only those eyes.  He still looked at the vast desert in front of him with perseverance in his eyes.

    Fugui licked his chapped lips and followed Chengchun¡¯s eyes, seeing the boundless yellow sand.  There was no cloud in the sky, only the scorching sun burning the orange-red desert.  At the junction of distant heaven and earth, the orange-red sand dyed the blue sky yellow.

    This is the desert, an ancient and desolate frontier, vast and lifeless.  The broken walls of the ancient city, which had been damaged a long time ago, stood crookedly, silently showing the traces of time.  In this endless desert area, the surroundings are so empty that it is sad and desolate.

    Military, war, frontier, desert.

    There are no majestic castles, no groups of camels, and no lone traveler playing the flute under the setting sun, only the frightening whistling of the wind and sand filling the sky.

    Chengchun stared at the vast desert and thought quietly.

    Hunger, thirst, and fatigue all attacked Fugui. He leaned against the shade, lay on the ground with his eyes closed, and fell asleep tiredly.

    Fugui was awakened by the heat. When he opened his eyes, he found that he was exposed under the scorching sun. The shade just now had disappeared with the movement of the scorching sun.

    He sat up and looked around. His comrades were still sleeping soundly. Only Chengchun and Jiao Ji were still discussing something in a low voice.

    Fugui felt a headache. He wiped his sweat and felt cold all over. There was a ball of air rolling in his empty stomach. He felt nauseous and suddenly wanted to vomit.  He lowered his head, but what he spit out was just some sour water, and the bitter taste in his mouth was unpleasant.  His head was dizzy and he had no strength at all. Only the cold sweat on his body was gradually dampening his camouflage uniform.

    Chengchun was alarmed by the sound of his vomiting. He turned around and looked at Fugui: "What's wrong? Why is his face so ugly?" He walked over and touched Fugui's forehead, then turned to Chengchun and said, "Maybe he has heatstroke."

    Jiao Ji sighed, threw the locator on the ground, looked at the scorching sun in the sky and murmured, "Damn it, this weather is really terrible!"

    Chengchun helped Fugui up, took off the kettle from his waist and shook it. Fugui drowsily heard the crisp "ding-dong" sound of clear water. He forced his eyes open and saw Chengchun's worried eyes.  Ji fed him some water and asked with concern: "How is it?"

    After a few sips of water, Fugui felt refreshed all over. He licked his lips and said, "It's okay. I can hold on."

    Chengchun sat down and discussed with Jiao Ji: "What do you think we should do? We are still dozens of kilometers away from our destination, and the conditions in the desert ahead are even worse. Fengzi is not healed yet, and Fugui is suffering from heat stroke again. If we continue like this  , it¡¯s simply impossible for us to get back as soon as expected.¡±

    Jiao Ji frowned and looked ahead, and didn't speak for a long time.

    Chengchun took out another steamed bun from his backpack, his chapped lips squirmed, he swallowed hard and handed it to Fugui, saying: "Eat something first, and let Captain Yang give you two injections later. You will be fine soon."  "

    Fugui looked at the steamed bun in his hand. He had kept it in his backpack for several days, and it was hard and full of cracks.  Fugui knew that in this desert with extremely harsh living conditions, if he could give someone else such a piece of steamed bun, it would give them the greatest living space.

    Fugui pushed his hand away and said gratefully: "Thank you, you better keep it. The future environment will be more bearable for you."

    Cheng Chun stuffed the steamed bun into his hand: "Why are you so polite? No wonder the squadron leader said you are honest." After saying that, he walked up to Jiao Ji, smiled optimistically and said, "Don't have an idea yet?"

    Jiao Ji withdrew his eyes, smiled at Chengchun and said, "Of course. Let's do this, you take the wounded back, and I will take the team to the mission."

    ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ??Took a bite of the steamed bun, chewed it slowly, and turned to look at the vast desert. As someone who has participated in wilderness survival many times, he knew what it would cost to cross this desert. Not only were they short of supplies, they were especially short of food.  water!  Lack of water in the desert means death.

    Chengchun moved for a moment and said in an unquestionable tone: "Come on, you take the wounded back. You are a prisoner and not qualified to lead the team." After saying that, he held down Jiao Ji who was glaring at him and said with a smile: "  Stop arguing, don¡¯t you trust me to lead your team members?¡±

    Jiao Ji ignored him and sat there, breathing heavily.

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    Chengchun opened the map and said: "I've seen it before. Our two detachments are divided into two groups. Your detachment completes your task. We still follow the route we booked. You take Fengzi and Fugui and return the same way, because  You are here to take care of the wounded, and the squadron commander won't punish you if you go back." After saying that, he hugged Jiao Ji and said cheerfully: "Although you are a bit of a jerk sometimes, you are not that annoying. I don't want you to do this this time.  If you are eliminated, at least I don¡¯t want to lose you as a comrade.¡±

    Jiao Ji glanced at him sideways and said dissatisfiedly: "Is there anyone who can't speak like you? In our squadron, can you still find an outstanding comrade like me?"

    Chengchun stood up with a smile, put on his backpack, woke up his comrades one by one, and then asked everyone: "Have you rested well? Is anyone else feeling unwell?" After not seeing everyone for a long time, he gave the order: "  Jiao Ji's detachment is now led by Liang Zhihui and will complete the mission according to your established route. Our fifth detachment will march according to our route. The captured prisoners will be divided into two groups, with each detachment leading one group. Jiao Ji escorts Hou Yanfeng and Fugui to the original route  return."

    Liu Long rolled his eyes and glared at him and shouted: "How do you speak? Don't scream at the captives. I just accidentally got your hands on me. If you are not convinced, let's try again."

    Chen Mo walked over and kicked him in the calf, causing Liu Long to almost kneel on the ground accidentally.

    Sa Teng lifted Liu Long up and glared at Chen Mo and said, "Even if we are prisoners, you can't treat us like this, right? Go back and settle the score with your squadron leader."

    Chen Mo looked at him with a smile and said, "Really? What are you going to say when you find our squadron leader?"

    Sa Teng thought for a moment and threatened: "Let me tell you, our friendship with your squadron leader is life-and-death. If you continue to treat us like this, let's see how we beat him!"

    Chen Mo laughed, walked over and punched him hard. He looked at Sa Teng proudly and said, "That's good. Let me tell you, our squadron leader usually beats and scolds us. We dare to be angry."  I dare not say anything, but it looks like I have to beat you up so that you can go back and help us beat him up, which will also be regarded as revenge for us."

    Yang Aiguo helped Fugui prick the needle, frowned and said, "Look, what kind of people have been trained by this guy Liming!"

    Fugui struggled to sit up, looking at them both angry and amused, and said helplessly: "You don't often say that the upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked. Only Liming can train such players."

    Yang Aiguo turned around and looked at the vast desert and murmured: "The real training has just begun. It depends on whether they can pass the test." After saying that, he stood up, took Fugui's hand and said, "Okay, we should set off.  ,take care."

    Fugui held his hand tightly and said, "Take care of yourself too!"

    Jiao Ji and Cheng Chun hugged each other for a long time before reluctantly saying goodbye with tears.  Hou Yanfeng picked up Fugui and said, "Let's go, we will see you soon."

    They were about to leave when suddenly Chen Mo hurried back with a package and two kettles, handed them to Jiao Ji and said, "This is what Chengchun wants to leave for you. Fengzi and the others need to recuperate."

    Jiao Ji was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly grabbed him and said, "It's better that you take them back. There is a desert ahead of you, and the living conditions will be even worse. You need water and food even more."

    Chen Mo turned around and smiled and said: "The captain said, we just want to test our ability to survive in the desert. Okay, take care!" After saying that, he shouted loudly: "The wind is rustling and the water is cold. A strong man will never return once he is gone.  ¡­¡±

    Jiao Ji suddenly interrupted him: "What are you talking about? Why are you never coming back? I tell you, you all have to come back well." Before he finished speaking, a tear slipped quietly down his dark face.

    Chen Mo turned around and smiled, making a victory gesture.

    Fugui watched silently as their figures gradually disappeared into the vast desert. He suddenly remembered the time when he had just joined the special force. At that time, they were as young as themselves. Although they were always noisy together, when they faced danger,  , will leave the hope of life to their comrades.  He knew that it was definitely not an affectation, but a true feeling condensed in the days of sharing the joys and sorrows.

    This kind of emotion is difficult for ordinary people to understand. It is the most natural expression of true love between comrades who share life and death, and each does not need the other to repay it.  If this kind of dedication requires the word understanding, it would really blaspheme this deep feeling of comrades-in-arms!

    ? www.piotia.com?Emotions are difficult for ordinary people to understand. They are the most natural expression of true feelings between comrades who share life and death, and each does not need the other to reciprocate.  If this kind of dedication requires the word understanding, it would really blaspheme this deep feeling of comrades-in-arms!

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