113

Everyone didn't speak, some looked out the window silently, and some closed their eyes, but Fugui knew that his comrades were silently thinking about their own thoughts. Outside the window, only the propeller of the helicopter broke through the air and made a huge roar.

Fugui silently looked at the desolate world outside the window. The lush green was blown into yellow by the cold wind of winter. It trembled in the vast Gobi Desert, as if sighing at the humbleness of life. Only the poplar forest that occasionally passed by still stands unyieldingly in this cold season. The lush yellow leaves injected a trace of vitality into this desolate Gobi Desert.

It was already evening when they arrived at their destination. This was a hill, under the pale moonlight, the low hills were like tombs made of silver, surrounded by tranquility.

The squadron leader called Li Ming and Yang Aiguo aside seriously, not knowing what he ordered again, and then disappeared into the night in a helicopter.

Liming and Yang Aiguo discussed for a long time, and then Yang Aiguo's figure disappeared from Fugui's vision. Liming stood there and waited for a while before coming over and ordered everyone to take a break.

The sky was cold, and waves of coldness continued to invade Fugui's body. Especially when the cold wind hit, it kept slashing his face like sharp knives. The crescent moon in the sky seemed to have been frozen, emitting a cold light.

They waited anxiously, and there was silence around them, only the sarcastic songs from the night birds, occasionally breaking the tranquility of the night.

The temperature here should be around minus twenty degrees below zero, Fugui thought silently. Because the air they exhaled quickly condensed into frost on their collars, especially when their feet moved a little, they felt a burst of heart-wrenching pain.

He poked Xin Yi next to him and asked quietly, "Is it cold?"

Xin Yi put away the gun and shrank his neck, and smiled teasingly: "It's not cold, it's just a little too cool."

"Don't talk!" Li Ming turned around and glared at them.

Fugui looked at his comrades in front of him and squatted there without moving, like sculptures. The moonlight gave them a layer of silver light, and only the steel guns tightly lit up, emitting a faint halo under the moonlight.

I don’t know how long it took, two hazy highlights appeared in the distance, and then there were faint motor sounds intermittently.

Liming made a warning gesture, Fugui found a shallow earth trench, picked up the gun and searched for the driver's position in the sight, but the night was too dark, and it was backlight again, and the sight was blurred.

The car was getting closer and closer, and two lights illuminated the surroundings white, and the sight was even more blurred.

Liming said a few words in the headset, stood up and said, "The alert is lifted, everyone gets in the car."

The car stopped not far from them, and He Changfeng jumped off the minibus and said with a smile: "Everyone get in the car, it's warmer to the car."

Liu Long went up and punched him twice: "Why are you kid? Hehe, where did you get the fur coat?"

He Changfeng is from the reconnaissance team and rarely meets each other. At this time, he is dressed as a villager. If Liu Long hadn't called him, Fugui wouldn't have recognized him.

Fugui rubbed his hands and jumped into the car with his comrades. Seeing some packages behind him, he touched them, soft and slight.

Yang Aiguo climbed into the car and looked at them and said, "The packages are fur coats and casual clothes, each with one set. By the way, there are water, cakes and instant noodles behind them. If you are hungry, eat some first."

The car drove on the rugged mountain road for more than an hour and came to a village. He Changfeng said, "It's here." Yang Aiguo stopped the car, and Li Ming turned around and told everyone: "Everyone can change their casual clothes, and put the rest in the car except for short weapons." After that, he put the equipment on the car, put on his fur coat, jumped out of the car, and walked towards the village.

After more than half an hour, they walked out. Yang Aiguo jumped out of the car and discussed with them for a while, then drove left and right in the village, and finally stopped in a large courtyard.

Liming and He Changfeng jumped out of the car and walked straight towards a room with lights on. After a while, Liming returned and ordered everyone: "Xiao Yu stayed to guard the vehicle as a warning, and the rest got off."

Fugui followed his comrades into the low tiled houses, and He Changfeng welcomed them to a simple room.

The room was very large, but very short. Fugui could almost touch the dusty wood on the roof with his hand. On the back wall, the windows made of several wooden strips were crookedly covered with dark newspapers. The cold wind kept pouring in from several torn holes, gently blew the cracked pieces, making a whirring sound.

Below the window is a row of beds, which is called a bed. In fact, it is a large bunk bed built with wooden boards that are too simple to be simple, with a layer of shabby felt on it. Only the fire in the iron stove in the center of the house is very strong, making the room warm.

He Changfeng smiled and said, "This place is a bit simple. Let's make do with it."

Du Lei stood by the fire and roasted his hands and said, "It's already very good, it's much more comfortable than being in the wild."

Li Ming observed around and said, "Du Lei likes stoves so much, just stand guard and change every two hours, and rest the rest quickly."

Yang Aiguo said seriously: "Also, the situation here is very complicated. Everyone should go out less during the day, try not to speak, and never expose their identity."
Chapter completed!