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Fugui walked over with a gun and saw the rabbit lying quietly in the grass, with its head blown to pieces, and red blood splattered on the hot ground, only its hind legs were still twitching.

Fugui looked at the rabbit with pity and suddenly felt a little cruel.

He carried the rabbit and found a cool place nearby, opened the rabbit to remove its internal organs, and looked for some dry firewood, but when he touched his pocket, he remembered that there were no matches anymore.

He found two stones, cut the rope into pieces, untied them with his hands and placed them on the stone, and started to make fire, but the ball of thread was smashed by the stone without Mars.

He shook his head and sighed at the empty Gobi Desert.

There was no wind, only the venomous sunshine burning the earth, and the heat waves rising from the ground came to the face. The bare mountains in the distance were blurred by the heat waves, and the leaves of the sparse weeds under their feet were also drought and drooped on the ground.

Fugui sat there listlessly, hungry, fatigue, and pain, like a heavy punch hitting his exhausted body. He felt as if his whole body was about to be exhausted and he really had no strength to stand up.

He opened his backpack, which contained a headset for help. He trembledly picked up the black thing and suddenly remembered the words of the squadron leader: If you ask for help without injury, your training results will be cancelled and you will leave this military camp forever.

He gritted his teeth, put the headset in his bag, and secretly told himself: "Even if he crawled, I will crawl back!"

He cut a small piece of meat from the rabbit with a saber and put it in his mouth to taste it. It was salty and salty, and the strong bloody smell was mixed with a scent. He pinched his nose and swallowed it, and cut another piece. Just as he was about to put it in his mouth, he suddenly saw his sniper rifle, and thought about it and knocked on his head: Why did you forget you!

He knelt down excitedly, removed the sight from the gun, and removed the lens of the sight. Fortunately, it was a convex mirror!

He found some dry weeds from the side, then turned the lenses to the sun. After a while, the weeds were covered with blue smoke. He blew it with his mouth, and a flame rose up from the weeds.

He quickly put the dry firewood he had picked up just now in the fire, then put the rabbit on a wooden stick, and slowly flipped over the fire.

The rabbit hair bent in the fire, and a pungent smell was roasted for a while, and a fragrance gradually spread.

Fugui wiped the saliva left along the corner of his mouth and secretly scolded himself for being useless.

After roasting for more than twenty minutes, the rabbit meat had turned brown, and the rabbit oil dripped on the fire, making a whisper. He tore off a piece of meat and put it in his mouth, which was fragrant and smelly with a nice smoky smell.

He sat there and ate half of the piece of it, looked at the remaining tempting rabbit meat, thought for a while, swallowed, put it in his backpack, drank some water, and smeared with smug smile.

After a little rest, he opened the drawings and the positioning instrument and proofreaded the location. One day and night, he would definitely be able to rush back!

He still slept in the open air, and as his physical strength decreased, the journey back to the camp gradually shortened, but these gave him endless power of wealth. Along the way, he encouraged himself countless times, telling himself that he was the strongest. It was precisely because of this belief that he overcame all difficulties, thirst, hunger, fatigue, and wound infection.

It's approaching, it's approaching...

The setting sun was like blood, making the entire Gobi Desert red.

As he moved his heavy steps step by step, Fugui finally saw the towering military flag fluttering in the distance!

Fugui stopped, and he looked at the military flag and suddenly felt excited!

I'm back by myself!

Seven days!

It's like a long seven years!

I have hesitated and thought about giving up in these seven days, but he still defeated the limit of his wild survival with his strong perseverance and firm belief, and finally returned to this floating military banner!

A hot liquid rolled down his haggard cheeks in the corner of his eyes. The corners of his mouth trembled slightly and murmured: I am a soldier, I am a real Chinese! Finally, the tears rolled into the corners of his mouth, salty, but the taste of pride and pride.

He looked at the military flag in the distance for a long time, solemnly sorted out his camouflage uniform, solemnly raised his right hand, and gave the most standard military salute.
Chapter completed!