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Volume 8 The Sword Unsheathed Chapter 127

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    Although Yang Aiguo helped him with the injection, Fugui still felt sore all over, especially for a long while, almost struggling to catch up with them.

    Fugui's body was already soaked with sweat, but he still gritted his teeth and persisted. He didn't dare to stop. He knew that at this moment he was moving mechanically based on a belief. If he stopped, he was afraid that he would never stop again.  He didn't have the strength to take a step forward.  The sweat that was constantly dripping down his face was consuming his already extremely weak physical energy bit by bit.  He felt dizzy.

    He also felt very uncomfortable in his stomach. There seemed to be a ball of air that was always swirling around, making him feel nauseous. He closed his lips covered with blood bubbles tightly to prevent the ball of air from spraying out in his mouth.

    The scorching sun still shines fiercely, and on the distant horizon, wisps of mirage rising from the heat wave gradually blur the sparse weeds and shrubs on the empty Gobi.

    Finally, Fugui could no longer hold on. He had almost exhausted all his energy. The figures of Jiao Ji and Hou Yanfeng in front of him gradually blurred, but Fugui's footsteps no longer had the strength to move an inch. He began to feel very cold, and then  As if he suddenly fell into an ice cave, his teeth were chattering slightly, and soon it spread throughout his body. He lowered his head silently, looking at the land that was sunburned red, and really wanted to lie down on the ground.  For a moment, even for a moment, it would be enough to let him regain his strength. However, he knew clearly that once he lay down, he might never be able to stand up again. He struggled to stabilize his slightly swaying body and used the last bit of strength to force himself  Don't fall down.

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    When he opened his eyes slightly, he felt a cool liquid slowly flowing into his body, feeling extremely comfortable.

    "You're finally awake." was Hou Yanfeng's concerned greeting, but to Fugui, the voice sounded so distant, like a dream.  A pleased smile appeared on Hou Yanfeng's face, and he brought the kettle to his mouth again: "Here, drink some more."

    Fugui took a few sips, and his mind became slightly clearer. He suddenly remembered that he was in the Gobi, on the uninhabited Gobi Desert.  He pursed his lips, pushed away the kettle and shook his head at Hou Yanfeng.

    Hou Yanfeng did not take away the kettle. As his arms swung, the water in the kettle made a mouth-watering "ding-dong" sound.  Hou Yanfeng put the spout of the kettle on his mouth again, licked his lips and said, "Drink, there is more."

    Fugui turned his head and looked at the bonfire that was burning brightly in the night. He turned his head and saw Hou Yanfeng holding him in one arm. Hou Yanfeng's young face was full of care and love under the firelight, and a warm current surged from his heart.  .

    Fugui signaled Hou Yanfeng to put him down. Hou Yanfeng frowned and stood up and said, "Okay, I'll feed you some steamed buns and eat something. Only after your strength has recovered can we leave this hellish place."

    After drinking some water, Fugui felt much better. The air that had been tempting him to vomit gradually disappeared, but his body was still soft and weak.  He lay quietly, the cold moonlight shining on the vast Gobi desert, everything was so hazy and silent.

    Hou Yanfeng took a steamed bun, broke off a small piece and stretched out his hand: "Eat it, I just baked it hot."

    Fugui sat up with his help, took the steamed bun and ate a few mouthfuls. Maybe he was really hungry. He smelled the alluring fragrance and felt it was sweeter than he had ever experienced before.  Hou Yanfeng looked straight at him, and the bright moonlight coated his body with a silvery light like mercury.

    "Are you feeling better?" Fugui suddenly felt a little guilty. Hou Yanfeng, like him, also suffered from heat stroke. He was an old team member in the desert, but now he needed a young team member to take care of him.

    Hou Yanfeng stood up and said, "I'm much better. Look, do I still look like I have heat stroke?" After saying that, he stretched out his arm straight, and the joints of his elbows made several "clicking" sounds.

    Fugui broke the steamed bun in half, handed him a big piece and said, "You should eat some too, your body is also very weak."

    Hou Yanfeng hid back, waved his hand and said, "I just ate and drank a lot of water. I'm really fine now."

    Fugui shook his head and smiled, because he clearly heard his stomach growl a few times.  He pretended to be angry and asked: "Let me ask you, what is the bounden duty of our soldiers?"

    Hou Yanfeng stood there, saluted and replied: "Obey the order!"

    "Well," Fugui stuffed the steamed bun into his hand and said with a smile, "I am now a captain, and now you must obey my orders. Come, let's destroy it together."

    Hou Yanfeng was stunned for a moment while holding the steamed bun, scratched his scalp and licked his lips and said: "This this"

    Fugui stared at him and said, "What? Are the steamed buns poisonous?"

    Hou Yanfeng lowered his head and said after a long time: "Captain Jiao told me before he left just now,I met a few people who were exploring, so I just took advantage of them not paying attention and secretly took a little from their car. Just a little. To be honest, I was afraid that if I took too much, they would be trapped in the Gobi.  "

    Fugui looked at his serious look and tried not to laugh. Jiao Ji thought he didn't believe it and defended a little anxiously: "Really, they have a lot of food in the car. I'm not that greedy. I only took a little to feed you two."  Just supplement the nutrition.¡±

    Hou Yanfeng saw that Fugui remained silent, so he asked anxiously: "Captain Fugui, what he did was not wrong. Besides, he did it for us, right? Of course, there is something wrong with stealing other people's things."

    Fugui smiled and said, "It's really hard for me to judge whether it's right or not. However, you can report it to your squadron leader when you go back. He still has the final say on your training results."

    "Ah?" Jiao Ji stayed there in frustration, his face full of grievance: "If our captain knew, he wouldn't let me go back?"

    Hou Yanfeng also came over, looked at Fugui and said flatteringly: "Only the three of us know about this matter. If we don't tell it, others won't know it. Besides, you have the best relationship with our squadron leader, so just beg us for mercy."  ."

    Seeing their nervous expressions, Fugui smiled slightly and said, "He won't punish you without asking for mercy. Our special operations team members must cherish their lives under any difficult conditions. Survival is the only thing. This is why you should  You know. Besides" Fugui stopped talking. He suddenly remembered that time he went to the depths of the Gobi with his comrades and grabbed oil at dawn when they came back.  It has been six or seven years, but the memory of youth is still so clear, as if it happened yesterday.  It turns out that some memories will always open the floodgates of memory with a word or an expression, allowing those distant and dusty memories to come to mind leisurely.

    The desert at this moment can easily evoke people's memories. The soft moonlight pours on the vast Gobi. Fugui softly tells the story of their youth. Jiao Ji and Hou Yanfeng beside the campfire listen quietly.  A kind of fascination can be seen in their eyes. In the light and shadow of the bonfire and the moonlight, their bodies reveal the sacredness of special soldiers.

    Fugui suddenly felt that he was not telling a story about his own past. He was not the protagonist of the story, but was describing the border years that happened a long time ago.  In front of us is that "the spring breeze is far away in the barracks, and the frost is cold in the armor." In front of us are the desert, the lonely city, the cold moon, the decaying grass, and the miserable wind. The ancients used the most desolate words to compose the desolate and solemn border painting

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