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Fugui found a ravine that was back to the sun and curled up in the extremely small shade. Although the strong sunlight could still shine on his back, a slight coolness could still be felt on his face because he was facing the sun.

Chengchun also hid in a place not far from Fugui. He took out a map from his bag and spread it on the ground, took out a positioning meter to determine the direction. Beads of sweat as big as beans kept rolling on the map from his face. He wiped a handful of sweat with his dirty hands, muttering and gently wiping the sweat on the map.

To be honest, according to the body proportions, Cheng Chun is too thin and not considered a qualified special forces member compared to other burly special forces members. Fugui looked at him blankly, trying to find some characteristics that can be used as special forces members from him, but he was disappointed because Cheng Chun looked too ordinary.

Cheng Chun looked at the small map, lowered his head and pondered, and raised his head to look into the distance. The oil paint on his face had been washed away by sweat, turning his already slightly black face into a big flowery face. Only those eyes still had firm eyes, alertly checking the vast desert ahead.

Fugui licked his cracked lips and looked at Chengchun's eyes. The yellow sand was vast and boundless. There was no cloud in the sky, only the scorching sun burning the orange-red desert. At the distant junction of heaven and earth, the orange-red yellow sand dyed the blue sky yellow.

This is the desert, the ancient desolate frontier, vast and lifeless. The broken walls of the ancient city that had been damaged long 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, border, desert.

There is no solemn ancient castle, no flocks of camel caravans, no loners playing the flute under the setting sun, only the terrifying whistling of the wind and sand in the sky.

Cheng Chun stared at the vast desert and thought quietly.

Hunger, thirst, and fatigue came to the wealth. He leaned into 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 scorching sun.

He sat up and looked around. His comrades were still asleep, and only Cheng Chun and Jiao Ji were still discussing something in a low voice.

Fugui felt a headache. He wiped his sweat for a while and felt cold all over his body. There was a cloud of air rolling in his empty stomach, and a sensation of nausea, and suddenly he wanted to vomit. He lowered his head, but all he vomited was sour water, and his mouth was bitter and not feeling bitter. He was dizzy, and he had no strength on his body, and only the cold sweat on his body was gradually wetting his camouflage uniform.

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

Jiao Ji sighed, threw the positioning device in his hand to the ground, looked at the scorching sun in the air and murmured: "Damn it, this ghost weather is so deadly!"

Cheng Chun helped Fugui up, took the kettle from his waist and shook it. Fugui heard the crisp "dingdong" sound of Qingshui in a dizzy way. He forced his eyes to open his eyes and saw Chengchun's worried eyes. Jiao Ji fed him a few sips of 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."

Cheng Chun sat down and discussed with Jiao Ji: "What do you think you should do? There are still dozens of kilometers away from our destination. The desert in front is even worse. The peaks have not yet been cured, and Fugui has heatstroke again. If we continue like this, we will never be able to rush back at the expected time."

Jiao Ji frowned and looked ahead, but he hadn't spoken for a long time.

Cheng Chun took out a steamed bun from his backpack again, his dry and cracked lips squirmed for a while, and he swallowed hard and handed it to Fugui and said, "Eat something first, and let Captain Yang give you two injections later, and it will be cured soon."

Fugui looked at the steamed bun in his hand and was kept in his backpack for a few days, and it was covered with cracks. Fugui knew that in this living conditions and harsh desert, being able to give others such a steamed bun was to give others the greatest space for survival.

Fugui pushed his hand away and said gratefully: "Thank you, you should keep it, the environment in the future will be more affordable."

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

Jiao Ji withdrew his eyes and smiled at Cheng Chun and said, "Of course there is. So, you take the wounded back, and I will lead the team members to carry the mission."

Fugui bit the steamed bun, chewed it slowly, and turned his head to look at the vast desert. As he had participated in the wilderness many times, he knew deeply what he would have to pay if he traveled through this desert. They not only had insufficient supply, but also lacked water! If water was lacking in the desert, it would mean death.

Cheng Chun moved for a while and said in an unquestionable tone: "Come on, you take the wounded back. You are the captive of others and are not qualified to lead the team." After that, he held Jiao Ji who was glaring at him and smiled and said: "Stop fighting, aren't you worried about my teammates who will take you?"

Jiao Ji ignored him and sat there panting.

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Cheng Chun opened the map and said, "I've seen it a long time ago. Our two teams are divided into two groups. Your team will complete your task. We will still follow the route we booked. You take Fengzi and Fugui back the same way, because you are taking care of the wounded, and the squadron leader will not punish you when you go back." After saying that, he hugged Jiao Ji and said happily: "Although you are sometimes a little bastard, you are not that annoying. I don't want you to be eliminated this time, at least I don't want to lose you, a comrade."

Jiao Ji glanced at him with a slanted glance and said dissatisfiedly: "Is there anyone who is so ignorant of you? In our squadron, can you still find a comrade-in-arms as outstanding as me?"

Cheng Chun stood up with a smile, put on his backpack and woke up his comrades one by one, and then asked everyone: "Are you resting? Are you still feeling uncomfortable?" After a long time, everyone spoke, so he issued an order: "Jiao Ji's team is now led by Liang Zhihui to complete the task according to your established route. Our fifth team will follow our route. The captured prisoners are divided into two groups, each team leads one group. Jiao Ji escorted Hou Yanfeng and Fugui back the same way."

Liu Long rolled his eyes and stared at him and shouted, "How do you say it? Don't call the prisoners, I just accidentally succeeded by you. If you don't accept it, let's do it again."

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

Sateng helped Liu Long up and stared at Chen Mo and said, "Even if we are captives, we can't treat us like this, right? Let's go back and settle the score with your squadron leader."

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

Sateng thought for a while and threatened, "Tell you that we have a life-long friendship with your squadron leader. If you treat us like this, let's see how we beat him up!"

Chen Mo laughed, walked over and punched him hard, looked at Sateng proudly and said, "That's good, I tell you, our squadron leader always beats and scolds us, and we dare not speak out. It seems that we have to beat you up so that you can go back and help us beat him, which is also considered to be avenge us."

Yang Aiguo helped Fugui get a needle and frowned and said, "Look, what are the things that this kid Liming trained!"

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

Yang Aiguo turned around and looked at the vast desert, murmured: "The real training has just begun, it depends on whether they can pass the barrier." After that, he stood up, took Fugui's hand and said: "Okay, it's time for us to set off, take care of you."

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

Jiao Ji and Chengchun hugged each other for a long time before they reluctantly parted. Hou Yanfeng helped Fugui up and said, "Let's go, we will meet soon."

They were about to leave, suddenly Chen Mo hurriedly returned with a package and two kettles, handed it to Jiao Ji and said, "This is what Chengchun wants to leave for you. Fengzi and the others need to be nourished."

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

Chen Mo turned around and said, "Captain said, we are going to test our survival ability in the desert. Okay, take care of us!" After that, he shouted loudly: "The wind is slight and the water is cold, and the hero will never return once he leaves..."

Jiao Ji suddenly interrupted him: "What nonsense? Why are you going to go back? Tell you, you have to come back properly." Before he finished speaking, a tear fell quietly on his dark face.

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

Fugui looked at them silently, and their figures gradually disappeared into the vast desert. He suddenly remembered the scene when he first arrived at the special forces team. At that time, they were as young as them. Although they would always make noises together, they would leave their hope of life to their comrades when facing danger. He knew that it was definitely not artificial, but a kind of true love condensed on days of sharing weal and sorrow.

This kind of relationship is difficult for ordinary people to understand. It is the most natural expression of true feelings between comrades who share life and death. They do not need each other to repay each other. If such efforts are required to use the word understanding, it will really desecrate this deep comrade-in-arms!
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