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Fugui woke up in the middle of the night. It was hard to tell whether it was in sleep or in reality, but he obviously heard the slight sound of footsteps.

He closed his eyes, pricked up his ears and listened to the movements around him.

After more than ten minutes, there was still no movement around. The night was very quiet, only the leaves of poplar trees rustled in the breeze. Fugui smiled, maybe it was too nervous, or it was a sound I heard in my dreams.

Fugui lay down again, but tossed and turned and lost a little sleepiness. He simply sat up and saw his comrades sleeping soundly under the light moonlight. He touched Hou Yanfeng's forehead lying beside him with his hands, and the fever had subsided. Fugui counted the number of people, and except for Wang Yang and Du Lei, who were on guard, the rest were sleeping.

No wonder, the Gobi Desert is like a huge steamer these two days. After finally encountering such a windy weather, who can withstand such cool temptation?

A slight "rustle" sound came over again. Fugui judged the location, picked up his gun, and quietly touched the place where the sound was made.

But after walking around, except for the sound of leaves, only a faint moonlight shone through the gaps between branches and leaves, covering the tranquility of the night.

When Fugui returned, his comrades got up. Xiaoyu raised his gun and asked quietly: "What's the situation?"

Fugui shook his head and said, "I checked it, but I didn't find anything."

Yang Aiguo said in contemplation: "I clearly heard the sound of someone stepping on the blade of grass. Did you hear it wrong?"

Xiaoyu whispered, "I heard it too." After that, he leaned on the ground, made a silent gesture at them, and put his face on the ground and listened seriously. After a long time, he got up and shook his head in disappointment.

Fugui looked up at the branches and leaves of poplar trees on his head. Under the bright moonlight, the lush ghosts swayed gently with the breeze, like corpses hanging from trees, shaking gently in the hazy night.

The night is very quiet, but their hearts are like small boats floating in the stormy waves, and it is difficult to calm down in this quiet night.

Fugui felt that his heart was about to jump out. Although he was a "hostage", he had been in conflict since he received the order. He did not want his comrades who had been with him day and night to lose, and he did not want his best comrades to return in despair, let alone a group of young players, a group of players who had not experienced any war.

Ever since he was awakened by the rustling sound, he felt a nervousness that he had never felt before. Perhaps it was an intuition, but as the best sniper, he had always believed in his intuition.

Fugui turned his head and watched the movements around him alertly, but apart from the cool breeze, there were only one or two screams of wild birds occasionally.

Yang Aiguo said in a tight voice: "I feel something is wrong. It's a bit scary here." After that, he gestured to Fugui and Xiaoyu and asked them to check it out in a dispersed manner.

Fugui made a clear gesture, holding a gun and touching the poplar forest with his waist.

When he flashed behind a tall poplar tree, he actually found that his face was covered with cold sweat. He was too nervous. He wiped his sleeves, calmed down, raised his gun, and constantly changed positions through the scope to search for movement around him.

There was still silence around him, but Fugui felt that there was a potential danger hidden in this silence - although he could not say the reason for doubt was just intuition!

He held his breath, fearing that his breath would alarm the potential opponent until his hand holding the gun became a little numb, and his fingers were tightly placed on the trigger. As long as he noticed any abnormality, he knew that his only bullet would roar out until the other party died.

But who will the opponent be?

He suddenly felt that something was wrong with his judgment. If... he didn't want to think about it anymore, because if the person who came was not a member of the Sixth Squadron, with the calmness of his opponent, he could not imagine what the subsequent result would be.

He couldn't help but admire the other person a little because he was more calm than him. He looked at his watch and it had been more than half an hour, and the pointer was still squirming slowly, as if testing his patience.

Suddenly, a scream resounded throughout the quiet night. Fugui's heart leaped a few times. He turned his gun, but the place where the sound just now did not find anyone except the lush grass leaves moved a few times.

Fugui felt that his clothes were soaked, and it felt so sticky when he was stuck to his body. Sweat kept sliding down his face, itchy.

Suddenly, seven or eight figures flashed behind the shadowy tree. Under the moonlight, the black gun barrels emitted shiny spots, and the black muzzles pointed at them.

"Hold up your hands, I am Chengchun, the Sixth Squadron. You are surrounded." The people who rushed in front held guns and ordered majesticly at them.

The comrades were all stunned.

Xiao Yu, who was squatting behind a stone, held his gun in annoyance and refused to put it down. Several figures who were surging from behind rushed up, and one of them said proudly: "Don't resist, now seven or eight guns are facing you. Is it meaningful to resist?"

Fugui looked at the situation and knew that resistance was meaningless, so he had to throw away his gun and raise his hand and walk out slowly.

Cheng Chun looked at them for a while, turned around and ordered: "Chen Mo, go and collect all their guns, maps, and daggers."

The man named Chen Mo came up and kicked Yang Aiguo and the others' guns aside. When he walked to Jiao Ji, he carefully identified it and turned around and shouted: "Report, Captain Jiao is here."

Cheng Chun walked to Jiao Ji with a "oh" and helped him up and said, "Why are you here? Is it okay?"

Jiao Ji stood up and patted the soil on his body and said, "It's okay, it's just Fengzi has heatstroke. It's shameful that he was caught by them yesterday."

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Chen Mo suddenly pointed at Xiaoyu and shouted, "Have you heard it?"

Fugui turned around and looked at it. Xiaoyu put his hands on his hips in dissatisfaction. In the night, his eyes were rounder than the moon in the sky.

Cheng Chun waved his hand, Chen Mo walked over and kicked Xiao Yu's knees. Xiao Yu knelt on the ground with a "Oh". He turned around and stared at Chen Mo and scolded, "Why are you so fucking so dark? How come you do it?"

Chen Mo laughed and said, "Although we treat prisoners preferentially, we naturally cannot be lenient to those who dare to resist."

Chengchun put away the gun and walked over slowly and said, "From now on, you will be our captives. All your actions must be followed by my command. Otherwise, you will bear all the consequences." After saying that, the order: "Take out the handcuffs from their backpacks, handcuff them all, and follow us."

Xiaoyu jumped up and said, "Why do you want to punish us? Where are you going to take us?"

Chen Mo kicked again behind him: "Just say that you obey the command after following all actions, don't you have ears?"

Xiaoyu grinned in pain, rubbed his kicked leg and said, "Why are you still doing it? If I hadn't been negligent, you..."

Chen Mo raised his butt and smiled and said, "Are you still stubborn? Can I keep you unconscious for a few hours if I keep it on, do you believe?"

When he said that, Xiaoyu looked at him holding the butt, muttered a few words in a low voice, and stood there in disappointment and looked at them coldly.

Cheng Chun smiled and said, "Don't be dissatisfied. The people you serve as the guards are so bad. We touched them and found out." After that, he waved his hand and said, "Bring it up."

The two team members came up with Du Lei and Wang Yang, who were full of shame, and pushed them hard, and they fell to the ground hard.

Jiao Ji put his own equipment on his back and asked Cheng Chun: "Is there still water? Let Fengzi drink some."

Cheng Chun threw the kettle to him, with a full face of concern: "How is Fengzi now? Can you leave?"

Hou Yanfeng took a few sips of the water that Jiao Ji fed him and said, "It's much better now." After that, he looked at Yang Aiguo gratefully and said, "Thank you."

Yang Aiguo said coldly: "Don't thank me, as long as your people don't abuse our people."

Jiao Ji drank the remaining water from Hou Yanfeng a few sips and wiped his mouth and said, "Where is Minghua and the team? Why aren't you together?"

Chen Mo smiled and said, "Cao Minghua and the others are going to pursue Donggua, and they probably can succeed."

Jiao Ji sighed and said, "Our team was defeated. I really don't know how to explain to the squadron leader when I go back."

Cheng Chun patted his shoulder and comforted him, "Don't think so much, Besides, you are the two of you in your team have been captured, and the rest have performed well." After saying that, he pointed to the back and said, "Look, your team members are all here."

The four team members who were codifying less than them turned around and saluted Jiao Ji and shouted: "Report to the captain, we are all here."

Cheng Chun smiled and said, "It was because I met them that I realized Fengzi had heatstroke and you were taking care of him. We came here overnight after hearing this. I didn't expect that we would win a great victory. This contribution will also be yours."

Chen Mo walked to Fugui, looked at him carefully, and shook his eyes with shiny handcuffs: "Brother Fugui, I'm sorry, although you are someone I admire, it's hard to violate the military order."

Fugui glanced at him. Although he didn't like his proud expression, he admired their patience from the bottom of his heart. He stretched out his hand and said expressionlessly: "The defeated army is not brave enough, I really took the lead this time."

Jiao Ji called Chen Mo and said, "Wait, don't torture him." After that, he said to Cheng Chun, "Chunzi, don't torture this person. He is the captain's best comrade-in-arms, and he is also good to us."

Chen Mo still muttered with handcuffs: "Why should I listen to you?"

Jiao Ji stood up and said, "Chen Mo, who are you? Can you have the right to speak? Do you believe it if you don't listen to me or not?" After that, he rolled up his sleeves and stared at him viciously.

Cheng Chun pulled him and said, "Okay, the bad temper is coming again. OK, I will listen to you, I won't be punished."

Du Lei shouted, "Will you not torture your squadron leader's best comrade? We are also his best comrades, why do you still torture us?"

Chen Mo walked over with a smile, raised his legs and kicked: "What are you yelling about? Our squadron leader said that Fugui is a simple and honest person, but he didn't say you are. If you don't shut up, I will take off my smelly socks and stuff it to you."

Fugui was both angry and funny when he saw these comrades who were dominating the battlefield being teased by these fledgling boys.

Seeing that they were all handcuffed, Cheng Chun pointed at Du Lei and said, "Open the handcuffs for him."

Du Lei was stunned for a moment, looked at him with joy and said, "I won't torture me anymore? Hey, brother, let me tell you, your squadron leader and I are the best comrades. When I go back, I will give you some good words, and I will listen to me in everything."

Cheng Chun looked at him and smiled: "I think you are really over-energy, so he plans to let you follow us with Fengzi on his back."

Du Lei's face changed in fear. He took a few steps back and looked at Cheng Chun in disbelief and explained: "It won't be like this, right? Are you kidding? Brother, let me tell you, we are only in good physical condition. Look at me who is single and weak, and I can't carry it. Let's discuss it, do you think we're a different person?"

Sateng glared at him angrily and said, "Traitor, if you were to the Anti-Japanese War, you would definitely be a traitor!"

Xiaoyu and they suffered a lot along the way. They not only carried their backpacks, but also had to carry them for Chengchun and the others. Under the fierce and scorching sun, their originally tired physical strength dropped sharply. Especially Du Lei, who carried Hou Yanfeng with his back, he had to exhaust all his physical strength.

The physical exhaustion is still tolerated, but what they really can't tolerate is the endless mockery of these young players on them.

The Gobi Desert at noon is the most harsh time. The sun is like a huge brazier, roasting the grass on the roadside to wilt, as if it is just a little bit of fire.

Fugui felt that his body was about to be exhausted, his legs were filled with lead, and he felt sore and uncomfortable every step he took. The most serious thing was water. When he set out in the morning, everyone replenished some water and food, and the rice grains had not yet entered for a long time. His throat was like smoke, and there were many blood blisters on his dry and cracked lips, and he felt unbearable pain when he opened his mouth.

Fugui kept observing their way and found that they were heading towards the northwest until noon, when they saw the dark red yellow sand from afar.

Chengchun finally stopped. He looked up at the scorching sun in the sky and cursed, rubbed his sweat all over his face and said, "The desert is ahead. Find a cool place to rest for a while, replenish some nutrition and set off."


Chapter completed!