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Although Yang Aiguo gave him a needle, Fugui still felt sore all over, especially after a while, he almost struggled to catch up with their pace.

Fugui's body was already wet with sweat, but he still gritted his teeth and persevered. He didn't dare to stop. He knew that he was moving mechanically with a belief at this moment. If he stopped, he was afraid that he would no longer have the strength to move forward. The sweat that kept flowing on his face was consuming his already weak physical strength bit by bit. He felt dizzy.

His stomach was also very uncomfortable, as if there was always a gas that was spinning around, making him feel disgusted. He closed his lips covered with blood bubbles to prevent the gas from spurting out from his mouth.

The scorching sun still shines with a vicious light. On the distant horizon, the mirages from the heat waves gradually blurred the sparse weeds and shrubs in the empty Gobi Desert.

Finally, Fugui could not hold on anymore. He almost exhausted all his energy. Jiao Ji and Hou Yanfeng's figures in front gradually blurred, but Fugui's steps no longer had the strength to move an inch. He began to feel very cold, as if he suddenly fell into an ice cave, his teeth were trembling slightly. After a while, it spread throughout his body. He silently lowered his head and looked at the land that was sunburned red. He wanted to lie down on the ground for a while, even for a moment, as long as he could restore his strength, but he knew clearly that once he lay down, he might never be able to stand up again. He struggled to stabilize his slightly shaking body and force himself not to fall with the last bit of strength.

...

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

"You finally woke up." It was Hou Yanfeng's concerning greeting, but Fugui sounded so far away, like a dream and a illusion. Hou Yanfeng showed a gratified smile on his face, and once again brought the kettle to his mouth: "Come on, drink more."

Fugui took a few sips and felt a little more awake. He suddenly remembered that it was in the Gobi Desert, on the deserted Gobi Desert. He pursed his lips, pushed open the kettle and shook his head at Hou Yanfeng.

Hou Yanfeng did not take the kettle, and as his arm swung, the water in the kettle made a mouth-watering "dingdong" sound. Hou Yanfeng put the spout of the kettle on his mouth again, licked his lips and said, "Drink it, there is still something."

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 with one hand. Under the flames, Hou Yanfeng's young face was full of care, and a warm current suddenly surged from his heart.

Fugui signaled Hou Yanfeng to put him down. Hou Yanfeng frowned and stood up and said, "Okay, I will feed you some steamed buns, eat and your physical strength will recover, so that we can leave this ghost place."

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

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

Fugui sat up with his help, took the steamed bun and ate a few bites. Maybe he was really hungry. He smelled the seductive fragrance and felt that it was a sweetness he had never seen before. Hou Yanfeng looked at him straight, and the bright moonlight coated him with a layer of mercury-like silver light.

"Are you getting better?" Fugui suddenly felt a little guilty. Hou Yanfeng, like him, had not healed of heatstroke. He was an old team member in the Gobi 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'm heatstroke?" After that, he stretched out his arms straight, and the joints on his elbows sounded a few "clicks".

Fugui broke the steamed bun in half, handed it to him a large piece and said, "You can eat something too, your body is also very weak."

Hou Yanfeng hid behind for a while, waved his hand and said, "I just ate it and drank a lot of water. Now it's really okay."

Fugui shook his head and smiled because he clearly heard his stomach screaming a few times. He pretended to be angry and asked, "I ask you, what is our soldiers' duty?"

Hou Yanfeng was there and saluted and replied: "Abide by the order!"

"Okay," Fugui stuffed the steamed buns into his hands and said with a smile: "I am now in the rank of captain, and now you must obey my orders. Come, let's destroy it together."

Hou Yanfeng was stunned with the steamed bun, scratched his scalp and licked his lips and said, "This...this..."

Fugui stared at him and said, "What? The steamed buns are poisonous?"

Hou Yanfeng lowered his head and said for a long time: "Captain Jiao told me just now that this is the only steamed bun. We agreed to leave it for you and you need to supplement your nutrition. If I eat it now, he will not scold me to death when he comes back."

The huge waves rolled in the sea of ​​wealthy heart, slamming his tear glands again and again, flooding his eyes.

Looking at Hou Yanfeng, he hoped to see himself or his comrades-in-arms' shadow when he was young. Soon, he found himself wrong. Although Hou Yanfeng was as young as them back then, he was himself and could not find any familiar shadow in him. However, wealth was very pleased, because their younger generation would gradually grow up in the baptism of blood and fire like them. In difficulties, the comrades-in-arms naturally developed a deep feeling of supporting each other and sharing weal and woe.

"Where has Jiao Ji gone?" Fugui saw Hou Yanfeng swallowing his voraciously and ate the steamed bun in a few bites, and handed him the rest to him and asked.

Hou Yanfeng looked at the steamed bun, blocked Fugui's hand and said, "He went to find food and water. Hey," he looked at his watch, and showed a worried look on his face: "It's been more than two hours, why haven't you come back yet? Nothing will happen, right?"

Fugui stood up tremblingly, looking at the hazy Gobi Desert, the whole Gobi Desert was sinking into an extreme silence. He thought for a while and said, "Then let's go find him."

Hou Yanfeng wanted to speak but stopped, and finally lowered his head and said, "Don't go. In the afternoon, we asked the brigade for help. We left. Those who came to rescue could not find us."

Fugui stared at him: "Please help? Whose order?"

Hou Yanfeng's voice was very weak. He looked at Fugui's face carefully and said, "You were unconscious in the afternoon. We were worried about you... We discussed it for a while before..."

Fugui sighed, and he looked silently at the cold Gobi Desert. As an old special forces member, he knew that the climate of the Gobi Desert was changing rapidly, and hungry beasts often appeared. Jiao Ji was alone, as if lost in this vast Gobi Desert... he was really worried about him.

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It was not until late at night that Jiao Jicai rushed back in turmoil. Under the red bonfire, he looked excited: "Look, what have I brought back." After that, he put his backpack on the ground and took out a few bottles of mineral water and a few bags of bread.

Hou Yanfeng almost jumped up excitedly. He picked up a bag of bread and widened his eyes and shouted in surprise: "Wow, where did you get it? You kid robbed the bank, right? You got so many at once?"

Jiao Ji slapped his hand hard: "Put it down, look at you like you have not eaten for several years." After that, he threw a bottle of mineral water to Fugui: "Are you better? It looks much better when you look at your face."

Fugui took the mineral water, fiddled in his hand over and over again, and asked him: "Where did it come from? According to the training rules, we can't buy things to eat when we survive in the wild, right?"

Jiao Ji opened a bottle of mineral water and handed it to Hou Yanfeng. After hearing Fugui's words, Hou Yanfeng seemed to have received a hot potato from Jiao Ji and quickly threw the mineral water on the ground.

Jiao Ji blushed and explained to Fugui: "This is for you to eat. Are you sick? You can supplement your nutrition. I am not sick, so of course I can't eat this. Look," he said, after he took out a few strings of black things from his backpack and put them in his mouth and chewed them a few times: "This is my food."

Fugui was holding the bottle of mineral water, and he really couldn't tell whether he was violating the training rules. Logically, he and Hou Yanfeng were indeed very weak and needed nutritional supplements, but...

Jiao Ji put the mineral water and bread aside and said, "Don't worry, I will never eat any of these things. Hehe, I'm still afraid of being punished."

Fugui suddenly remembered an important question. He played with the mineral water in his hand and asked: "Where did you get these things? You bought them? Did you bring money when you set off? This is also a violation of the regulations."

A hint of panic flashed on Jiao Ji's face, but he couldn't escape Fugui's eyes. Fugui stared at him and asked, "Don't you want to say it?"

After a while, Jiao Ji said helplessly: "Forget it, I'll just tell you honestly. Anyway, I'll do it. I'll kill you and cut you with you. I went out at around 7 o'clock in the evening, but I couldn't find food or water within a radius of more than ten kilometers. In the end, I spent a lot of effort to find a few lizards. I... I was really too hungry, so I couldn't help but roast it myself to eat it." After that, I looked up at Fugui, blushed and defended, "I really wanted to leave something for you at that time. Do you believe it? But I really couldn't stand the temptation. When I woke up, I would have eaten it long ago."

Fugui looked at him with regret and couldn't help but think of the mythical story of Zhu Bajie eating watermelon that he heard when he was a child, and couldn't help but smile.

Jiao Ji lowered his head and pulled the remaining branches of the bonfire and said, "I felt much better after eating something, so I continued to look for water. I didn't find the water, but I met a few people who were exploring. I took... and took a little from their car and took a little. To be honest, I was afraid that if I took too much, they would be trapped in the Gobi Desert."

Fugui looked at him seriously and refused to laugh. Jiao Ji thought he didn't believe it, so he defended him anxiously: "Really, there is a lot of food in their car, and I'm not that greedy. Just take a little bit of it to supplement your nutrition."

Seeing that Fugui was silent, Hou Yanfeng asked anxiously: "Captain Fugui, he did nothing wrong, let's say he is also for us, right? Of course, stealing other people's things is a bit like that."

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

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

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

Seeing their nervous look, Fugui smiled and said, "He won't punish you without pleading. Our special forces team members must cherish their lives under any difficult conditions. Survival is the only one. You should know this principle. What's more..." Fugui stopped talking, and he suddenly remembered the time when he went to the depths of the Gobi Desert with his comrades and robbed oil at dawn when he came back. It's been six or seven years, but the memories of youth are still so clear, just like they happened yesterday. It turns out that some memories will always open the floodgates of memory in a sentence or an expression, allowing those distant dusty memories to leaps to their hearts leisurely.

The desert at this moment is very easy to evoke people's memories. The soft moonlight pours on the vast Gobi Desert, and Fugui tells the stories of their youth softly. Jiao Ji and Hou Yanfeng by the bonfire listen quietly. Fugui can see a kind of yearning from their eyes. In the bonfire. In the light and shadow of the moonlight, their bodies are filled with the sacredness of special soldiers.

Fugui suddenly felt that he was not telling his story back then. He was not the protagonist of the story, but narrating the years that happened a long time ago. In front of him was the "the spring breeze of the tiger tent is far away, and the frost is cold in the armor". In front of him was the desert, the lonely city, the cold moon, the desolate grass, and the desolate wind. The desolate and solemn border painting formed by the ancients with the most desolate words and sentences...
Chapter completed!