A snow-covered plateau with an altitude of more than 4,000 meters.
Someone is still guarding the border.
A red cloth strip is tied to the left arm of the patroller.
Firstly, it is easy to identify, and secondly, it is a signal that implies peace psychologically.
In the wind and snow, passing through no man's land, you can see a Mercedes-Benz off-road vehicle.
"The signal is really weak." Feiying patted the locator on his hand.
Ting Feng frowned: "Not yet locked?"
"Is there a magnet underground here? It's malfunctioning." Feiying was so cold that he put on a cotton coat and said, "Hurry up and think of a way, I'll be caught up in a while."
Tingfeng drove very fast, and accelerated: "If you are overtaken, take poison and don't reveal your identity, thank you."
"I finally came back, and you let me take poison?" Fei Ying was trembling with cold, and still didn't forget to look back at the back seat: "What's the origin of this man?"
Tingfeng threw an explosive device on the road: "Those who study nuclear fission are my colleagues?"
Feiying: ... You guys are like chicken feathers, this is 30 million times more dangerous than you!
"This old man looks like an old man who walks birds in the community." Feiying said, and confirmed it again.
A famous scholar, with gray stains on his face and wearing cotton clothes for research purposes, was called the bird walker in the community for the first time, and he also paused.
He didn't know what the two looked like.
Because from the beginning, they covered their faces.
Until now, he still didn't trust the other party a little bit, and didn't speak along the way.
"The direction is wrong." Zhuifeng stopped suddenly, and could hear the sound of the engine behind him.
At first, Feiying didn't understand why the other party was so persistent in chasing him, but now he understood that this old man would be a favorite no matter where he was placed.
"Persist for a while, I'll try to avoid the magnetic influence."
Zhuifeng knew that he was about to reach the defense line.
As long as they are within the defense line, the opponent will not continue to chase.
But this place looks the same in any direction.
Their car has been driving for an hour or two.
After crossing the previous no-man's land, I was so thirsty. It was the first time Tingfeng came back in this way, and the fuel tank was almost bottomed out.
"What's going on?" Feiying noticed that the speed of the car was slowing down.
Chasing the wind glanced: "Oil gauge."
"God will kill me." Feiying wailed.
The shadow of the pursuit vehicle can already be seen over there.
Seeing that those people are about to catch up.
The scholar clutched the savings card in his hand, and was hesitating whether to destroy it.
Only a rumbling sound was heard.
Just behind their car, a heavy Tomahawk suddenly sprang out!
Under the reflection of the setting sun, the lines of the car body appear extremely smooth.
The people in the car swung the front of the car and blocked the pursuit car straight away.
Almost at the same time.
The ring that Zhuifeng was wearing flickered.
"saved!"
As he spoke, he began to accelerate.
The appearance of the Tomahawk did more than just block the pursuit behind them.
More importantly, it indirectly told him the direction of the defense line.
Chasing the wind didn't know the exact distance, so he stepped on the accelerator to the bottom.
The pursuit vehicle was blocked, and the people on it raised their hands, wanting to blast the tomahawk away with a single shot.
But that person changed direction as soon as he flicked the rear of the car, making it difficult for them to lock on to the target.
"Slow down, listen to the wind, slow down, hit..."
Before Feiying could finish speaking, with a bang, the front of the off-road vehicle hit the stone sign.
After the horizon is gone, there is a cliff on the other side.
The collision caused the head of the scholar who hit it to be dizzy.
But at the same time, it also means that they have entered China's border defense line.
The leader in the chasing car slammed the door hard, and looked up at the heavy locomotive not far away.
His eyes were an unusual green, and the light in his eyes was definitely not friendly.
From a distance, he made a gesture of shooting in that direction.
The eyes of the people on the Tomahawk body flicked lightly, and they didn't stop for a long time.
This kind of performance caused the leader to narrow his eyes and throw out the word "withdraw".
"Boss, stop chasing?"
"Further ahead is China's territory, and we cannot violate international law."
"The savings card?"
"Isn't there another person? Find a way to make him do it."
"He won't agree, you know, the Chinese are stubborn sometimes."
"He will. There are still many Chinese businessmen in the area. He can't watch their companions die."
"Then we go back?"
"Go back and settle this matter quickly, my commission is still waiting for me."
Feiying didn't know that the mercenaries chasing them had withdrawn.
The momentum just now made it difficult for him to slow down for a while.
The scholar wanted to take the opportunity to leave, but he just opened the car door.
On the horizon over there came a slender figure.
She held the helmet with one hand, her black hair fluttered with the wind, her eyes were deep without any impurities, and her complexion was ice-like porcelain white, just like the color of the snow-capped mountains behind her.
She walked up to him and stood still, standing tall and straight, with a very young face.
Scholars believe that they have seen many people, but they have never seen such a temperament, which transcends gender and abstinence.
"Professor Zhang." She stretched out her hand.
Professor Zhang hadn't heard Chinese for many days, and he felt warm: "It's me."
"The place where you are standing now is the westernmost defense line of our country." The young man's tone was very steady, and there was a calming effect in his ears: "You have already returned home, so don't be too nervous."
Professor Zhang paused, looked around, and finally his eyes stayed on the stone tablet. When he saw the word Huaxia, his nerves, which had been tense for more than a month, suddenly relaxed, and his hands trembled. , He really didn't expect that he could return to the country.
"Old Zheng is still in their hands."
After finding the voice, Professor Zhang's first words were this. His throat was a little sandy, let alone his lips, which were so dry that his skin was cracked.
"Son, you must bring him back. Even if the place is dangerous, you have to go. The information in his hands is too precious. No, he is too precious, we can't lose him."
Probably due to long-term insecurity, Professor Zhang was a little confused when expressing his thoughts.
With the excitement and the environment, I couldn't even keep up with my breathing.
The boy supported him, turned his handsome face slightly, and only said: "We will go."
Professor Zhang was relieved, and after calming down his thoughts, he raised his eyes: "I need to see your leader, and give him the things in my hand."
If we talk about the two people before, he still makes him unsure.
The appearance of that boy was that certainty.
No one is calm and composed in the face of such pursuit.
No one would be in such a barren and dangerous place just to be stationed.
And no one would agree to rescue their compatriots without hesitation when they heard that their compatriots were in danger.
Apart from…
Chinese soldiers.
(end of this chapter)