Ouyang opened his eyes, and in front of him was a very familiar face, but the face was not very clean, with some dirt and dry weeds hanging on it. A pair of nervous eyes stared at him, for fear that something was wrong with him.

Ouyang smiled helplessly, he could finally move his skin. The worry on the face opposite him was instantly wiped away, replaced by a greeting: "Eighth brother, are you okay? I'm afraid you'll be suffocated in there for so long!"

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"Brother Qi, everything is fine, but my hands, feet, and limbs are sore and numb, and I am temporarily weak." Ouyang felt pain in his neck when he spoke, and even his neck was sore from lying down.

Qin Feng quickly dragged Ouyang out of the small pit and kneaded Ouyang evenly for more than a dozen times. Waves of pain and itching like needlepoints spread throughout his body again, and Ouyang's hands and feet gradually regained consciousness.

The two of them didn't talk much, and now was not the time to talk at all. The two of them dug quickly with their sheathed swords. As soon as they saw a bush pipe a few inches above the ground, the two of them would put their fingers on the top of the pipe and dig a little.

With a blockage, as long as you can feel the breathing in and out, you are burying your brother.

In less than a moment, the deliberately suppressed coughs and deep gasps were heard in the withered grass less than ten feet away. Ouyang watched with joy as each brother was lifted out of the soil, and endured the pain in an exaggerated way.

The soldiers kneaded their numb limbs and cursed obscene words in a low voice from time to time. But in everyone's ears, the sound was so sweet that they were alive! At least they are still alive and healthy until now!

"Eighth brother, next time you bring us to this fake grave, prepare some food and drink in advance! I have never felt so uncomfortable since I was a child. I am so suffocated!" Along with this!

The rough words were followed by a soft palm. Ouyang turned his head and grinned, letting out a silent giggle in the night: "Brother, please regain your strength and hit again. This palm is like a girl!"

As soon as he finished speaking, there were many chuckles around him.

Wulang squatted half-crouched, grinning and moved forward two steps, enduring the soreness and tingling sensation that had not completely subsided, and punched Ouyang on the shoulder again: "I have to admire your brain! You

He must have been reincarnated as a gopher in his previous life, otherwise no one would have come up with this brilliant idea!"

Ouyang Sheng received a punch and pushed Wu Lang with his shoulder: "Brother, if it hadn't been for the heavy snow today, we would have been discovered. Don't say so much, let's count the heads first and see if everyone is here.

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After a few breaths, the two of them counted, and after counting, there were only fifty-nine!

Ouyang's heart skipped a beat, and a bad premonition came over him. He didn't care to lower his voice and said urgently: "Hurry up and find me a bush breathing tube within a radius of ten feet! There is still a brother who hasn't come out!"

Everyone was shocked when they heard it, and regardless of their pain, they lay in the snow under the moonlight and searched for each other one by one.

"Commander of the brigade, come and see here!" A call came, and Ouyang went straight to a soldier who was lying motionless on the ground.

The soldier repeatedly touched the slightly cold edge of the bush, feeling the breath and temperature with his fingertips. But the color on his face was extremely ugly under the moonlight.

Ouyang lay down and took a closer look. The outer layer of the bush pipe was already covered with a thin layer of frost. The mouth was freezing and he couldn't breathe!

"Come here and dig! Here!" He shouted urgently, and everyone gathered around him, digging wildly in this small piece of snow. In less than twenty breaths, everyone had already touched the man buried underground.

robe.

With quick hands, everyone quickly removed all the dirt on the soldier's face. Liu Yuxuan wiped Shang Wen's face and stretched out his hand to feel his breath.

You won’t know if you don’t look, but you will be shocked if you look! This soldier is not breathing!

"Commander of the Brigade! This, this, I'm not breathing!" Liu Yuxuan's words instantly shattered the joy of everyone who had just dug out the robe. Almost at that moment, everyone's heartbeats skipped two beats.

This is not a battle on the battlefield, nor is it training for death. Could it be that we are going to lose a brother not far from the camp?

While everyone was in a daze, Ouyang hurriedly reached out with his hands, put his ear against the soldier and listened for a while, then crossed his hands and pressed the soldier's chest rhythmically a few times, then pried open his mouth and blew in the air. And so on. After two or three clicks, Ge Ye who was beside Ouyang hurriedly grabbed him and persuaded him: "Eighth brother, he is gone! What are you doing? Don't treat the bodies of our brothers like this!"

"Get out of the way!" Ouyang violently shook off the hand that Ge Ye was holding on to him. His eyes were red and sweat was pouring out from his forehead and temples. He looked like a demon!

He threw Ge Ye away and went back to continue doing the action that everyone didn't understand. Ge Ye felt angry and angry, and scolded: "You!..." Just as he was about to use force He tried to pull Ouyang's arms, but they were held tightly by Qilang and Wulang's hands and could not move even an inch.

"Third brother, wait a minute! Eighth brother never does useless things!" Qilang, who was usually as boring as a gourd, advised in a deep voice, his eyes fixed on Ge Ye.

Ge Ye was stunned. This was not unreasonable. At least in his own memory, Ouyang had never let him down. He sighed, sat down on the ground and watched quietly. Wu Lang Qi Lang also loosened his arms. open.

Ten breaths, twenty breaths, thirty-five breaths... Man No. 58 surrounded Ouyang and the soldier lying on the ground, and a look of disappointment gradually appeared on his face.

A dead person cannot be resurrected, and he can't even breathe. The brigade commander is here to brag about something! This is simply blasphemy to the dead brother!

Just when everyone was despairing and sad, a violent cough came from the mouth of the soldier who had been motionless for a long time, startling everyone around him.

The soldier coughed a few times and breathed hysterically. Then he slowly opened his eyes and looked at everyone.

The soldier asked doubtfully: "What are you doing? Are you staring at me? What are you doing?" Unexpectedly, there was a burst of suppressed laughter, the sound of celebration came, and several nearby soldiers gently beat their heads. Hitting his body.

"Madman, do you know that you just walked around the King of Hell and saw the kid?" Zhao Ziang squeezed in, grinning widely.

The soldier who was called "Madman" was even more confused: "What? I went to the King of Hell? Why didn't I know..."

Ouyang was tired and sat on the ground beside him, gasping for air. The artificial respiration just now used up all his remaining energy. From last night to tonight, he had not eaten or drank for nearly 20 hours, and he was lying in bed. Who can still have enough physical strength to move three feet underground in the ice and snow?

Zhao Ziang pushed the lunatic and cursed with a smile: "You bastard, you are not breathing in the ground, are you? When we dug you out, you had already stopped breathing. Brigadier Leng used some wonderful methods to revive you. !”

When the madman heard this, his eyes were dazed. He briefly recalled his last memory, as if it really happened. He only felt that the bush breathing tube was blocked by something, and no matter how hard he breathed, he could not catch his breath. Then,

Then I don’t seem to remember anything!

Thinking of this, the madman hurriedly scanned the surroundings, took out the pipe that was thrown on the soil, and pinched it from top to bottom until he was almost close to the end of the bush pipe and took out a grain, which was just enough to hold the pipe.

The pipe is blocked.

He cursed angrily: "What a damn winter bird! You accidentally dropped this grain of grain in my grandpa's life gate. Is this really going to cost me my life?"

Everyone was watching his words and movements, and when they saw the grain, they all realized what happened.

"Damn it, why are you making such a fuss? Why don't you go and thank your savior? What's the use of cursing that dead bird here!?" Zhao Ziang hit the lunatic on the shoulder harder, but his expression turned serious.

Scold this soldier away.

The madman was stunned and quickly stood up, but he didn't want to fall to the ground with a "thud". His strength had not yet been restored, and his hands and feet were still sore and numb.

"Commander of the Brigade, I, I really don't know how to thank you! If you hadn't cast a spell to save me, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to go back to see my father, mother and sister. I, I..." He struggled to kneel

I immediately wanted to bow down to Ouyang.

Ouyang's face turned cold and he said sternly: "Do you still remember the first rule of our special brigade? You are not allowed to kneel! Speaking of which, this is not my arrangement. Why are you thanking me!"

The lunatic's eyes became wet, and he was about to shed tears. He muttered "hmm" a few times, and muttered to himself: "Save my life, and I'll pay you back one day!"

Since everyone had just been dug up from the ground and had experienced such an adventure, they had already lost their strength. Ouyang simply ordered to rest for a while before setting off.

Everyone sat around with Ouyang as the center, chatting wordlessly about this unprecedented underground adventure while recovering their strength.

At this time, Ge Ye came over and said: "Eighth brother, I didn't know just now. Hey, look at what's going on. What, what kind of technique did you use just now? Or a spell!?"

As soon as he said this, the surrounding area suddenly became quiet, and everyone wanted to hear the brigade commander's magical method.

Ouyang almost didn't laugh out loud. He glanced at the eager eyes of everyone and said with a smile: "What kind of exercises and spells are here? Why don't you say that I am the reincarnation of Daluo Jinxian, and he can live by blowing the immortal energy? That's it!

It's a method called "artificial respiration", which also includes

There are several other methods, which I will teach you later. This method is used to rescue people when they have just lost their breath. It is extremely effective. Of course, madmen also have a good life. If it had been so early in the morning, I am afraid that it would have been me.

It’s useless to be reincarnated as Daluo Jinxian!”

Everyone became interested as soon as they heard this. They could always learn something from the young brigade commander. They all asked about the method of "artificial respiration".

Just as they were having a heated discussion, they saw Qin Feng suddenly stand up with a look of surprise on his face!

Ouyang looked at Qin Feng's face, stretched out his hand to stop everyone from talking, and listened intently to what was going on around him.
Chapter completed!