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Jiao Ji was really tired. He added some branches to the grass by the bonfire and fell asleep as soon as he lay down. Perhaps the distant past became memories bit by bit, and the nerves of wealth were active, and he spent another sleepless night!

There was tranquility everywhere. Hou Yanfeng, who was standing guard on the mound not far away, was walking back and forth alertly. His magnetic voice was singing the most familiar song "The Moon of the Fifteenth", and his low singing was floating on the Gobi Desert without any barriers.

The faint moonlight splashed on the vast Gobi Desert, revealing an unbearable desolation.

Fugui, who was facing the bonfire, felt his spine warm. He turned over and saw Yan Houfeng's figure lengthened by the moonlight. The gentle breeze kept coming his low singing, stirring every nerve of Fugui: "...Shining in my hometown, shining on the border, you miss me and I miss you in the quiet night..."

The hazy moonlight plucked the sad heartstrings of wealth and honor, condensed his thoughts in sleepless nights. His heart was deeply thinking of that person, but what about the person who was also missing him?

The familiar smiling face gradually became clear in Fugui's mind. The scenes of the past, like fragments, were dramatically replayed in his thoughts, and finally connected into an unforgettable epic.

If you don’t think about it, you will never forget it.

That familiar face is like the moon in the sky, so far and clear, and the name that was called in his dream thousands of times also touched his heartache that he had never stopped with the whirlwind of the past.

The night is so quiet that you can hear the sound of tears falling, and the night is so lonely that it makes people feel that the blood in their hearts is surging with sorrow. Fugui always feels like he is dreaming, but in fact he would rather sleep in the dream. He doesn't want to wake up, because he is afraid that he will have nothing after waking up.

He always hoped that he could gradually fade away the sadness he had in his heart in silence, but the more he wanted to forget, the deeper he took it in his heart, unable to wield or erase it. Every bit of it was vivid in his mind, just like it happened yesterday.

The quiet night spreads sad notes, and it is a song that is intertwined with loneliness and longing.

Fugui sighed and gathered his chaotic thoughts. Seeing that it was almost four o'clock, he sat up, put his coat on the sleeping Jiao Ji, and picked up a few dry firewood to add it to the fire. The scattered sparks then flew, and the bonfire suddenly became ignited. The "crackling" sound awakened the quietness of the night.

Hou Yanfeng walked over gently and asked Fugui with a smile: "Is it better? Why don't you sleep for a while?" The firelight reflected his haggard and rough face, and red light flashed on the black barrel.

Fugui pulled the ashes beside the fire and signaled him to sit down: "I can't sleep, what about you? Are you getting better?"

Hou Yanfeng grinned and smiled brightly: "I'm really fine, I'm in good health."

Fugui smiled. After eating some bread last night, he felt much better, but he was a little disgusting, and he still felt soft and could not gather any strength.

Hou Yanfeng sat by the fire, staring at the leaping fire in a daze. He lowered his head and stared at the bonfire, as if he was full of interest in the bonfire, so focused and so focused.

It took him a long time to raise his head, his eyes full of envy: "Fugui, that Zhang Chengliang... Well, does Martyr Zhang Chengliang have a good relationship with you?"

Fugui nodded, and he turned his eyes to the vast distance. Although so many years have passed, every time he mentions Liangzi's name, he will feel a burst of heart-throwing pain. It took him a long time to murmur: "He is our best comrade-in-arms and the best special forces member!"

Hou Yanfeng added a few firewood to the fire, and the bonfire that was about to be extinguished suddenly became prosperous. He paused slightly, and when the moving flames stabilized, he used a slender wooden stick to pull the ashes and murmured: "It's a pity that I'm a few years younger than you, otherwise I can catch up and participate in the action with you."

Fugui's heart trembled. He looked at the young face opposite the fire and suddenly felt a kind of sadness. People all hoped for peace, but there would always be someone to provoke a terrible war. In his ears, he heard Liangzi's mother pounce on Liangzi's ashes. The heart-wrenching cry appeared in front of him. Xu Guoguang's father hugged his son's ashes and moved them out of the military camp step by step, and the lonely back of Xin Yi hurriedly leaving with a crutch... Those scenes left unforgettable scars in Fugui's heart. Although there were too many wars and Fugui was not afraid of war, every war, there would be young lives falling in a pool of blood, and people called them heroes. But who knew how many sad tears their relatives had left behind behind these two great words!

Hou Yanfeng looked at the bright moon in the sky and said in infinite despair: "That day, when he went to the honor room, he saw your deeds in participating in the "Sword of Justice" operation. Without losing one soldier and one soldier, he would wipe out the group of terrorists. You did a great job!"

Fugui stood up and patted the soil on his body. He suddenly remembered the young man he shot dead by himself in that operation. He should be about the same age as Hou Yanfeng in front of him, but he chose a way out and was instigated to raise the evil gun, and his life was ruined at such a young age.

Fugui looked at Hou Yanfeng for a long time before he said something he had thought about for a long time: "Fengzi, you have not experienced death yet. Don't know how terrible the war is. War means death, and someone will leave the world forever. Therefore, we would rather not be heroes than terrifying wars."

Hou Yanfeng nodded and said, "I understand this principle, but as soldiers, we must maintain peace in the country. You are right, we yearn for peace, but we are not afraid of war!"

Fugui looked at the distant sky, and a pale whiteness was slowly tearing open the darkness. He murmured: "Yes, we yearn for peace, but we are not afraid of war, but if someone provoked us, we will definitely eliminate it completely!"

169

As soon as the sun came out, the Gobi Desert seemed to be on fire, and the entire Gobi Desert was like a pan that was about to be cracked, and the surging heat waves came to your face.

Jiao Ji distributed the remaining water and bread to Fugui and Hou Yanfeng: "Don't be so stingy. After destroying it, you urgently need to replenish your nutrition now. The rescue team should be here soon. After eating, we will set off." After licking his lips, he took out a few pieces of roasted black lizard meat from his backpack and put it in his mouth, frowned and chewed.

The long Gobi Desert is endless.

The pieces of camel thorns and splendens that were roasted yellow were scattered on the ground, showing a little vitality, but it further highlighted the endless desolation.

In the morning, they finally found a poplar forest. Jiao Ji wiped his face with sweat and said, "Let's rest for a while."

Walking into the poplar forest, Fugui leaned softly on a tree trunk, put his helmet on the ground, and kept gasping. He looked at the poplar, with rough bark covered with scars and cracks; the trunks were either leaning or tilting, and some were almost lying on the ground; the branches were like messy hair, stretching their branches stubbornly.

"There is water here!" The alert Jiao Ji let out a surprise cry behind the poplar forest.

Fugui jumped up and ran over with a kettle. He saw a puddle under Jiao Ji's feet. The water was shallow and turbid, covered with moss, and some unknown insects were floating on it.

Fugui sighed: "This water cannot be drunk, it is stagnant water, which will damage your stomach."

Hou Yanfeng, who was about to drink water, was stunned for a moment and turned his head to look at Fugui: "What should I do? You can't just look at the water and don't drink it."

Jiao Ji rolled up his sleeves and said, "Dig deeper, dig deeper the puddle, and then clarify and boil it."

Hou Yanfeng smiled with a cracked mouth: "Why didn't I think of it? Hehe, then you are responsible for digging water, I'll go find food."

Fugui walked out of the poplar forest. He was originally weak and dizzy by the scorching sun. He closed his eyes and adapted for a while, and walked along a sand ridge to a red willow not far away. According to his experience, he knew that there would definitely not disappoint him there.

The Gobi beach is dry and rainy, and long cracked holes can be seen everywhere. The saline-alkali condensed on the surface of the ground is crystal clear. From a distance, it looks like a large piece of ripe cotton; the hot air is whistling, and the Gobi desert is roasted and the hot waves are rolling.

A small lizard was disturbed by the sudden sound. It poked out its small shuttle-shaped head from behind the pebbles, looked at him, the uninvited guest in the Gobi Desert in confusion, and then crept into the cave as thick as a thumb exposed in the sun.

Fugui knelt on the ground and began to dig the cave, but when he pried open the hard cave with a dagger, the lizard rushed out flexibly and then disappeared into the vast Gobi Desert.

Fugui shook his head and patted the dust on his body and continued to walk forward. Unexpectedly, he was accidentally scratched his arm by a cluster of camels, which made it hurt sharply. However, he didn't care about these things because he saw a few red and fluffy things in the camel thorn bush, like leavesless radishes. Fugui's heart jumped out. He knelt down and dug out the soft sand around him, and wanted to pull it out. Unexpectedly, he broke its skin with a little force, revealing white flesh and juice splashed everywhere. However, he still picked it out of the sand and stones. He looked at the "radishes" that were twisted and deformed by the squeeze of sand and stones, and remembered the plant that can strengthen essence and strengthen yang mentioned by the instructor in survival training, and was rich in the Gobi: Suoyang! Yes, it is Suoyang.

Fugui carefully dug out the remaining few trees and put them in his pocket. Finally, he breathed a sigh of relief and had lunch.

"Hi, help me stop it, hurry!" Hou Yanfeng's anxious shout came from a distance.

Fugui stood up and saw Hou Yanfeng chasing two wild sheep. The two wild sheep were so shocked by him that they jumped up their four light hooves, galloping away like a strong wind, and disappeared into the depths of the Gobi in the blink of an eye.

Fugui looked at him in anger and shook his head and smiled. When he returned to the poplar forest, Jiao Ji had already boiled water, and he washed a few handfuls of sand and on his backpack.

Hou Yanfeng gasped and returned with annoyance, muttering constantly: "It's a pity that only one bullet. If there is one more bullet, I will definitely be able to kill them."

Jiao Ji handed him a pot of water and said, "Come on, don't forget that Fugui is the best sniper in our brigade, and do you have the share of your words?"

Hou Yanfeng smiled embarrassedly, took the Suoyang handed to him by Fugui, and said in surprise: "Where did you get the radish?"

Fugui took a bite and said with a smile: "Have you seen it before? It's the first time I've seen it. This is Suoyang. Hey, do you know that this is a good thing, which can strengthen the essence and strengthen the aphrodisiac. It is uniquely nutritious, and it can't be bought by others."

After eating something, Jiao Ji put on his backpack and handed them two pots of water: "Save a little drink, I don't know if I can find water next time."

Fugui was about to pick him up when he suddenly heard a faint sound of motor coming from a distance.

I guess Jiao Ji and Hou Yanfeng heard the sound too. They looked at each other, and Jiao Ji made a stop gesture and whispered: "It seems to be a motor sound, strange. Who will come to this place?"

Hou Yanfeng smiled and said, "It's good to come, and he just happened to snatch his food to save us from starving."

They flashed behind the trees and saw an off-road vehicle on the distant Gobi Desert, like a small beetle slowly squirming in the vast Gobi Desert, with thick dust rising behind the car.

The car was getting closer and closer, and Fugui could vaguely see the figures of two people sitting in the car, looking around, as if looking for something.

Jiao Ji suddenly rushed out from behind the tree and said excitedly: "Did you see clearly? It's winter melon, they finally come." After that, he waved his arms and ran to a low hill and shouted.

Fugui also saw clearly that it was Jin Hui. Jin Hui might have seen Jiao Ji's figure, and the car went around and rushed towards them.

The convertible was dragging a thick stream of dust and gradually approached. Jinhui's face was filled with a victory smile, while Cao Minghua, who was sitting in the passenger seat, lowered his head without any joy.
Chapter completed!