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"Li Jian?"
After seeing the injured lying on the hospital bed again, Dai Yifan whispered in surprise. Li Waner and others all looked over, and it turned out to be Li Jian.
The corners of Dai Yifan's eyes were a little red, and the person lying on the hospital bed with a pale and weak face was his first man.
He walked over quickly, but was stopped by the medical soldier on the side: "Please don't approach the wounded!"
Li Jian, who had closed his eyes to rest, slowly opened his eyes, tilted his head, and saw Dai Yifan, their eyes facing each other, and Li Jian's lips barely raised a smile.
The tears stopped flowing and flowed from Dai Yifan's eyes, wiping his delicate cheeks and dripping down.
"She is my friend, can you let her come over?" Li Jian turned to the medical soldier and said.
"But sir..." the medical soldier said with some embarrassment.
"I know, don't worry, I know the extent of my injuries myself." Li Jian nodded and said in a weak voice.
The medical soldier didn't push any further and said, "Yes, sir!" As he said that, he turned sideways to let Dai Yifan, who was crying, walk over, but blocked the other three girls in front of him.
Niu Lili whispered: "Wan'er, what do you think is going on with Yifan? I have never seen her cry in the past few years of college. Have you seen it?"
Zhao Yan shook her head vigorously, "I have never seen it before."
"Stop talking..." Li Waner said softly, found a chair and sat down.
Dai Yifan walked to the edge of the hospital bed and looked at Li Jian, who was lying on the hospital bed with a pale face. He bit his lips tightly and tried to stop his tears, but he couldn't.
Li Jian slowly raised his hand, and wiped away the tears hanging on her cheeks with his rough palm, and whispered: "I also said that I would look for you after this mission is over. I didn't expect to meet you so soon! "
"Cry if you want. Don't always wear a hard shell. It's better for a woman to be soft."
Dai Yifan couldn't control it anymore, he fell on Li Jian's chest and cried, his hospital gown wet with the tears that poured out.
He raised his hand and rubbed her soft hair, and whispered: "Don't worry, I'm fine."
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Zhang Feng, who was lurking in the jungle, heard the chaotic gunshots one after another and couldn't help but frown. What was going on
Moth
The direction from which the gunfire came was constantly approaching me. If the monkeys and the others weren't lurking and waiting for me, why would they have attracted the Red Army's search team
Zhang Feng was confused and did not stop at his feet. Only by joining Monkey and others could they figure out which play they were singing.
The gunshots rang out all night long, and did not stop until the morning sun rose and illuminated the jungle.
After another sleepless night, Zhang Feng had not had any chance to rest since entering the jungle, and his physical fitness was on the verge of reaching its limit.
The more this happened, the more Zhang Feng's fierceness was aroused, and his cheeks were dry and covered with cracks and lines from the cold northern wind blowing like a knife.
His lips were dry and cracked, and there was a tearing pain when he touched the corners of his mouth even slightly.
Swallowing the dry compressed biscuits made the dehydrated throat feel as uncomfortable as being cut with a knife. Under such circumstances, I could only hold the cold snow in my mouth and wait for it to melt before swallowing.
After taking a short rest, Zhang Feng continued his search, heading towards the place where the gunfight took place last night.
Two hours later, Zhang Feng found two marks on a tree trunk. One of them was the fork he had carved on the trunk while tracking the mercenaries along the way. On the other side, there was a knife mark carved horizontally under the fork. .
His brows furrowed slightly. Was this knife mark deliberately left to guide him? Or was it unintentional
He continued to search around, and soon found two more knife marks of the same style on nearby tree trunks.
The possibility of doing it unintentionally has been eliminated, leaving only the only possibility that someone deliberately left it for himself. Comparing the depth and width of the knife marks are exactly the same as the fork I made, indicating that the two knife marks were left by the same style of knife.
When I made the marks, I used the machete I got from Zhao Qiang before entering the mountain. There were three in total, one each for the tyrannosaurus monkey and myself.
"Is it a mark left by one of our own? Is it Li Jian or a monkey? And how does this mark point the way?"
The three marks found were not on the three trees in the same direction. Zhang Feng recalled the lines of the knife marks again and suddenly realized!
He understood how the knife marks, which were regarded as marks, guided him. The knife blade slashed horizontally across the tree trunk, leaving deep and wide cuts.
, and when the tip of the knife finally left the tree trunk, there was a thin mark, and this direction marked the direction of the person's movement.
The three knife marks were confirmed again, and sure enough, they all pointed to the six o'clock direction.
No longer hesitating, he quickly walked along the six o'clock direction. An hour passed without seeing any other marks left in the middle. Zhang Feng did not doubt his judgment and continued to search forward.
Encountering two Red Army search groups in the middle, Zhang Feng did not alert them. He either took a detour or lurked down. After avoiding the search, he recalibrated the direction and continued to move along the six o'clock direction.
The monkey climbed up the tree branch and buried himself in the snow on the tree branch, and finally saw Zhang Feng who was looking for him through the telescope.
Quickly sliding down the tree trunk, the monkey said excitedly to the judge who was resting under the tree: "Judge, the lunatic has come to find me. I knew he would be able to understand the marks I made."
The judge also looked happy, secretly thinking that the task assigned by the King of Hell could finally be completed, and that he had not wasted half a month as a savage in the Greater Khingan Mountains.
"Go pick him up."
"Okay." The monkey agreed, lowered his body and quickly got into the forest.
When they were about 200 meters away from each other, the monkey pinched his mouth and said: "Zhizhizhizhi." It was similar to the cry of birds.
When the message reached Zhang Feng's ears, his tightly knitted brows finally relaxed and he whispered: "Monkey?"
After the two people met, they quickly rushed to the judge's position.
Zhang Feng collapsed on the ground. He had not had any rest at all in the past few days. In between, there was an uninterrupted high-speed march and a life-and-death battle.
If his nerves were not always highly tense, he would have passed out from exhaustion.
"Mad, I finally found you. I haven't even dared to take a nap these days, for fear that I would sleep too hard and be in the Red Army's lair when I wake up. Damn it, give me a bed now. , I can sleep with him for three days and three nights.”
After grumbling, he looked at the judge and asked: "Judge, what is our mission in this exercise? The King of Hell sent us a text message asking us to gather here, and then the Red Army bit us in the butt like a mad dog. I can’t give up. Oh, by the way, where is the King of Hell? Isn’t he with you?”