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For more than a month, they launched several ambushes in succession, but those people seemed to know their action plan and returned in vain every time.

On New Year's Eve, they returned to the hotel exhausted. Fugui felt very tired and fell on the bed without eating. When they woke up, Fugui felt itchy and uncomfortable with his feet. He took off his combat boots, his feet were already red and swollen. He scratched them a few times, making it even more uncomfortable. It seemed that hundreds of ants were slowly swallowing his toes.

He saw that his comrades were all asleep, and Xiaoyu's face was frozen green and purple, and he was talking to him from time to time. Fugui covered his fur coat and covered his swollen hands, and then went down to the ground to add a few pieces of coal to the almost extinguished stove. After a while, the fire became strong, and the kettle burning on the stove was squeaking.

He found the basin and poured some scald water. He soaked his red and swollen hands for a while, and then began to burn his numb and itchy feet. The water was too hot, so he could only dip a little, so he quickly lifted his feet up. After soaking like this for more than half an hour, he felt much more comfortable. He was about to wipe his feet when suddenly a sound came from outside. He alertly picked up the gun, turned it barefoot behind the door, and checked the movement outside along the gap.

The wind is blowing!

The wind spread rapidly from the horizon, and several nearby small trees began to slowly swing with the wind. The wind became more and more unscrupulous, howling, roaring, and the cold wind whistled. The bare trees finally could not stand the attack of the northwest wind, lost their proud posture, and swayed in the cold wind.

The strong wind in the distance rolled up a mass of snow mist, raging in the empty snow field, and the world was dark. The world seemed to be dyed gray and silent, only the wires and treetops that swung violently in the wind made a shrill sound, resounding in the empty snow field.

Fugui had never seen such a strong wind, and the outside world suddenly made him feel an extreme sadness.

He looked at his sleeping comrades silently. They were all men and worthy of soldiers! A warm feeling surged in Fugui's heart.

The environment here is too harsh. After several difficult ambushings, those familiar faces were frostbite and their hands, feet and faces, and some even melted pus. However, they were still so brave in every action. They used their strongest will and boiling blood to interpret an extraordinary and prosperous military life in this Gobi desert, which was once an ancient battlefield.

He believed that they were flowing with the same blood. When they put on that camouflage, they might be destined to be closely connected with this desert. They were like a group of hungry wolves, looking for prey to satisfy their hunger in this land protected by themselves. As long as they could find prey, they would pierce the prey's throat with their sharp teeth without hesitation!

The firm eyes of his comrades made him feel somewhat comforted. This is a group of the cutest and most respectable comrades. Like themselves, they interpreted the most precious youth in their lives vividly with a dream of youth and dedicated them to this land and the people on this land.

Du Shengli pushed the door and walked in, carrying a chill. He covered his ears and stomped his feet: "This is so cold." After that, he sat next to the stove, hoping to put his hands into the fire.

Fugui put on his fur coat and said, "I'll go to guard and you can warm up. The water in the pot is boiling, so you'll be much better if you wash it."

"No need," Du Shengli rubbed his hands on the fire and said, "Patriot is outside, you can change him later." After that, he took off his military boots, revealing his red and swollen feet.

Fugui poured him a basin of boiling water and handed it to him: "It's better to burn it. I just burn it, and the effect is good."

Du Shengli gently dipped his feet in the water, bared his teeth and said, "It's still so itchy. Fugui, if possible, I want to cut off both feet now."

Fugui added a few more pieces of coal and said, "No one has had a good time these two days, the weather is too cold. I saw that Xiaoyu's feet have all become purulent, and we southerners are even more unacceptable to the climate here."

Du Shengli turned around and looked at his sleeping comrades and whispered: "Fugui, we have never been as difficult as this mission. I always suspect that the information we received was fake or that the news was leaked. We have been here for more than a month and have been rounded up six times, but the other party can't see the figure. Every time we are lost, if we continue like this, we will be exhausted and frozen to death here."

Fugui looked at him and asked, "Are you doubting He Changfeng?"

Du Shengli shook his head and said, "He is from our brigade, how could he doubt him? I just doubt his spy, or the information of the border armed police and the local public security is false. You have the best relationship with Liming, so you should remind him."

Fugui sighed. He knew that Du Shengli's suspicion was not unfounded, but he had doubted it. However, whenever he changed his mind, he would always think of the captain's harsh order when he set off. He also knew that according to Liming's personality, he would never give up until he completed the task.

He fiddled with the red coals in the stove and said, "This is not a question of not reminding you. You should know his personality. He is not a person who gave up halfway. His revenge is too strong. From the day Liangzi died, he dreamed of killing that person with his own hands. Moreover, last time he almost spent his life on those people. Do you think he would stop easily?"

Du Shengli shook his head, lowered his head to wash his feet, and the mist covered half of his body.

The wind outside became even stronger, and the strong wind kept whipping the window frames, and the old newspapers that were pasted on the windows rustled.

Fugui put on a fur coat and said, "I'll go and change my patriotism, it's too cold outside."

As soon as he went out, a huge force almost pushed him. The wind carried the thin snow foam and hit his face, causing a faint pain.

Yang Aiguo wrapped his fur coat tightly and hid behind the car, huddled his neck and paced back and forth, only his hands holding the gun were still as powerful. His face was red from the cold, but his sharp eyes were staring at the movements around him.

He had just taken the cold gun from Yang Aiguo's hand, and a figure appeared at the wooden gate. He Changfeng's collar was covered with frozen frost. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and gasped and said, "If there is a situation, everyone should prepare quickly."

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