"I drank two sips of water in six days. I didn't even have a chance to commit it." K7 tugged at the corners of his chapped mouth, biting his mouth and said: "Is there any needles and threads on my body? I'm afraid there are too many large and small stitches on my body. Sacra is afraid. I'm so dead, take the shrapnel off my body, damn it! You didn't even suture me!"
When the alert T6 heard it, he said "rely", and then smiled: "Don't be too greedy. Putting it in ST is definitely their first prisoner of preferential treatment."
A group of eight people retreated towards the safety zone following the clues given inside by pushing forward.
"From which country did the mercenary contact us? I said why the military department is so sure that K7 has entered the ST. It turns out that there are internal responses."
"People in any country don't know, but for a place like this that is indistinguishable from a terrorist base, you must have your own talents. If something big happens, the country can know it right away."
The dry, cold wind blew over the yellow sand, and the rolled up dust covered the footsteps left by the group again. The black shadow moving towards the darkness to the light never stopped, and brought his rescued comrades on board. The journey back home.
At the end of the sky, sunlight reappeared, illuminating this land that has been spread by war for decades. The golden sand has soaked in the blood and tears of many people, and there is desolate silence everywhere.
Even at dawn, it is still so desolate.
After sleeping for two hours, Ye Jian opened his bloodshot eyes and stood on the sand dunes, quietly watching this devastated land usher in a new day, and opened his palms to let the morning breeze accompanied by the sand. Pass through the palm, and then slowly gather the five fingers.
"What are you thinking about?" Xia Jinyuan's voice came from behind her, and the army boots stepped on the sand, making a faint sound.
"I didn't think about anything, I just thought that the sunrise here is beautiful. Unfortunately, this land is always full of dangers, unknown dangers, and dangers that make civilians afraid." Ye Jian did not look back. She was wearing a white shirt and black in the sun. The trousers and the neutral dress make people not immediately think that this is a girl.
Xia Jinyuan stood shoulder to shoulder with her. After a short two-hour sleep, he smiled with bloodshot eyes: "Civil strife is the biggest problem, and we protect our country and our citizens, so that they can quietly appreciate the day. The beauty of coming out and enjoying the time without gunpowder smoke and war is exactly what we have always insisted on."
"And this land will return to calm one day, someone will guard it, let the civilians stay away from fear, away from gunpowder... Then one day will come."
Looking up at the man with a stiff chin, Ye Jian smiled and said, "Team Xia, did you join the martial arts because of this?"
"I am like you, for a persistence and a goal." Xia Jinyuan raised his eyebrows and looked at the girl bathing in the sun. The soft morning light made her black eyes bright as stars, and also reflected the fearlessness of her pupils. Perseverance.
The black eyes darkened lightly, opened his arms, smiled softly, "Come, hug."
"Hug yourself, let me look at K7." Ye Jian didn't have the guts to hug Xia Jinyuan when they were all in G3. Before he smiled and stretched out his hand, he turned flexibly and fled far away. .
K7's wounds were all treated, and there were 13 injuries all over the body, of which the one on the back that was cut about 20 cm from the shoulder blade was the most serious, and the deep part began to become inflamed, red and swollen.
At 4 in the morning, they entered the Mirwais Hospital, a hospital aided by the Chinese government in the 1970s.