Seeing Ada whose face became paler and paler, Ye Jian's voice tightened and repeatedly questioned Duoji, who was so depressed and grief-stricken, that he repeatedly asked, "The escort, why stopped halfway and brought a heavy prisoner out of the car? Why did the escaped heavy prisoner get out of the car? Will there be a weapon?"
According to the rules, Ye Jian had no right to interrogate, but saw the sacrificed policeman Dayang Tswang lying in a pool of blood... The policeman Ada, who was unlikely to be rescued, could not help but ask.
The questioning voice is extremely strong, with a strong momentum.
Dorje was about to explain with a choked voice, and Ada spoke.
His voice was so weak that he died at any time, "Tsing Wang... Brother suddenly... Illness, I... I rescued, Uganda... Sneak attack behind him, cut his throat. Fierce... Weapon plastic... Film, hospital... Someone... help him."
It was not Tibetan, but the common language. He did not avoid the young female soldiers who helped them. He deliberately wanted Ye Jian to hear it. This was to answer Ye Jian's question. He explained to Ye Jian that it had nothing to do with his colleagues Ada and Puncuo.
The escaped heavy prisoner hides a sharp plastic sheet that can cut his throat. Someone in the hospital helps the heavy prisoner. The policeman Dayang Tswang has a sudden illness. The detained Dorje went to rescue him, but he was cut by the heavy prisoner. The heavy prisoner was very skilled and succeeded in one fell swoop.
Ye Jian's eyes drooped slightly, covering the haze in his eyes.
Team Xia, you have to be careful.
After speaking weakly, Ada spouted blood again, and Dorje yelled at Puncuo who was driving, "Drive faster, drive faster!"
A Tibetan man does not shed tears easily, and now tears and roars fly together.
Dorje is not young anymore. He is in his early thirties, and the ultraviolet rays on the plateau are strong. In his early thirties, Dorje appears to be nearly forty years old. One comrade in arms died and the other comrade in arms was unsure of his life, which made the Tibetan man a lot of old age in an instant.
The police sirens sounded all the way, and the driving policeman, Phuntsok, raised the speed to 180 yards and headed towards the small county that was still more than 80 kilometers away.
At that time, there was no mobile network signal in many parts of the Northwest Gobi. Even with a mobile phone on her body, the word "No Service" was displayed. Ye Jian kept placing the mobile phone within sight, waiting for the signal to immediately make a call.
All police cars are equipped with satellite phones, but this is not a police car, but a civilian car. There is no way to contact the outside immediately when an incident occurs, because there is no signal at all!
The only satellite mobile phone used for emergency contact was also taken away by the fleeing prisoners...
The landline phone should be borrowed in the service area, Ye Jian secretly thought, and twisted his eyebrows. There was no time to borrow the phone. Driving to the hospital at a speed was the best choice.
Her hand kept pressing Ada's neck and dared not let it go, Dorje kept staring at Ye Jian's phone until the vertical bar representing the signal appeared on the phone.
There is only a two-segment signal, enough to make Dorje ecstatic.
The 120 emergency number was dialed, and the hospital immediately arranged staff to stand by, and then dialed the number in the clinic. The communication was not interrupted before all the information that occurred, and the mobile phone once again prompted no service and no network.
Mobile phones without service and internet cannot even make emergency calls.
Dorje, who squeezed his phone violently ups and downs, lowered his head, and kept talking to his comrade Ada whose eyes were so weak that he couldn't hold it open, "Ada, hold on for a while, hold on for a while, we are almost at the hospital, don’t sleep, don’t sleep, Ada, We are almost at the hospital."