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The sky is blue and the sun is scorching.

Although it is still winter at this time, the southern Xinjiang, which is close to the equator, has already ushered in spring early. At the end of January of the year, the temperature in the 100,000 mountains was as high as 15 degrees Celsius. If it was noon, the temperature could even reach about 25 degrees Celsius. Such a temperature in southern Xinjiang, which is extremely humid, is as irritable as a sauna;

It is in such weather that on a mountain path near the border, a team of people wearing dark green military uniforms in the 1980s were walking in the wet jungle with horses and mules;

"Everyone has it! Take a break of 20 minutes!"

As the tweeter in front of the team rang, the long team slowly stopped. Except for the sentry, everyone rushed into the wet bushes and took this opportunity to seize the time to rest on the trees. In just over a dozen seconds, a snoring sound came from the small jungle... and a strong wailing sound;

"Shuhua! What should I do? Is this comrade still saved?"

Amid the stern wailing, Zhou Jianjun carried a soldier off the back of the mule and horse, and asked anxiously at the female soldiers who were greeting him;

"Company Commander Zhou, please say a few words. Remember, our comrades will definitely recover!" Chen Shuhua said to Zhou Jianjun with a serious expression while placing the soldier under the shade of the tree;

"Yeah, yeah! I know, I know, I'm a mean, I'm a mean;"

Zhou Jianjun was stunned when he heard this, then realized that he had said something bad, and then quickly slapped himself twice, then tactfully retreated to the side, directing others to lift the other soldiers off the back of the mules and horses, and then placed them flat beside Chen Shuhua;

"Squad Leader Chen, what should I do? Three malaria and two malignant typhoid fever;" Looking at the comrades who were curled up on the ground and moaning constantly, and even unconscious, a petite female soldier frowned and asked in a low voice;

"Company Commander Zhou. When will the medicine be transported to the camp?" Chen Shuhua did not answer, but frowned and looked at Zhou Jianjun beside him, and asked in a tone full of helplessness and anger;

"It should have been shipped long ago, his Nono..."

When he heard this, Zhou Jianjun sneered and cursed with a angrily vein on his forehead, then looked around. Then he ran to Chen Shuhua quickly and squatted down, gritting his teeth and whispered:

"It's all good things done by those beasts. When I was having dinner yesterday, Lao Zhang from the logistics team told me that in fact, all medicines were transported, but even if they were pressed by those beasts, they insisted on using all the transportation power on weapons and ammunition, saying that they would rather eat less rice than transport one more ammunition;

"Are you saying this nonsense? How many people have been reduced in the past two days? So many people have been reduced before the battle started. There is no one, and the plane and missile are not allowed to be used. What kind of war is used to fight? This is a typical Soviet revisionism!"

"That's it! What else do I hear them say? We must use the firmest Kesima thought to overcome all difficulties. What is the difference between this and the Japanese who used the Bushido spirit to overcome all difficulties?"

"The jungle climate is not enough for many people except local comrades;" the female soldier just now also echoed;

"Lan Ying, Company Commander Zhou, you all whisper. Say less of this kind of thing and be careful to get angry." Chen Shuhua looked around with some nervousness, then shook her head helplessly: "I'm sure you don't hide it from you. All we can do now is smoked mugwort, but there is only a little left of mugwort..."

"What should we do? Could it be that we can only watch and help..."

"He made this group of Successful Cultivators!" Looking at Chen Shuhua's helpless expression, Zhou Jianjun suddenly twitched his cheek, but in the end he could only punch the ground hard, and at this moment-

"Um...um...cold! Cold! I'm cold...mother! I'm cold!"

Suddenly, a moan of breath interrupted everyone's helplessness. A young soldier who was only sixteen or seventeen years old next to him suddenly twitched all over and his face turned purple;

"Squad Leader Chen! It is a complication of acute typhoid fever!" Lan Ying quickly stood up when she saw this;

"Quick! Quick! Use soy sauce and mugwort leaves to drink it first!" Chen Shuhua hurried over when he saw this, took out a roll of almost rotten mugwort leaves from his medicine box, and took half a kettle of soy sauce from Zhou Jianjun's hand, but...

"Mom...Mom...I..."

Just as Chen Shuhua had just handed the teapot mixed with mugwort to the little warrior's mouth, the little warrior suddenly let out his last low moan, and then-

His whole body suddenly twitched, and then there was no sound!

"Another one! He made another one! He lost nearly one-third of his staff just three days after he came out, I..."

"This group of Soviet revisionists! These group of bastards from Hammering Scythe Country..." Seeing another soldier fall down. Zhou Jianjun had no choice but to curse with blue veins on his forehead;

"Worry, stop scolding. Be digging into the ground... for peace;"

Looking at the warrior in front of her, Chen Shuhua slowly closed her eyes. Her nose sighed sourly. She could not remember how many times she had watched her comrades tortured to death by the disease. As a health officer, she clearly had various treatment methods...

But because there was no medicine, I was helpless!

"Everyone stands up!"

Zhou Jianjun reached out and rubbed his sore eyes, forcing himself to turn his head, and then a very depressed cry. Then the soldier opened his eyes almost at the same time, instinctively holding the steel gun in his hand, but soon everyone understood something, lowered his head and stood up slowly, and took off his hat heavily, but at this moment—

Hot!

Hot!

Suddenly, a faint sound appeared in everyone's ears, as if it was the surging of electric current, and as if it was the noise of the transmitter...

"Enemy attack! Get ready for battle!"

Seeing this, Zhou Jianjun became blood-red in an instant. Then he gave a command, and then suddenly picked up the Type 56 semi-automatic rifle on his shoulder and loaded it. Then dozens of guns were instantly aimed at the place where the sound came. There was a silence and silence, and there was no difference between the trees and trees in other places!

Hot!

Hot!

As the sound of the flowing current became clearer, in everyone's amazing eyes, tiny white currents flowed out of thin air from the bushes. Then the air around the bushes rippled with faint ripples like the water surface, and then something seemed to surge outward, and a gloomy and terrifying aura came out of the center of the ripples...

"Squad Leader Chen, what is that? Do you know?"

Feeling the gloomy aura that seemed to come from hell, Lan Ying and several younger female warriors unconsciously surrounded Chen Shuhua while holding their pistols;

"I don't know, but it's certainly not a good thing;"

Seeing the ripples getting bigger and bigger, Chen Shuhua couldn't help but bit her lips, and her towering chest was also rising and falling rapidly, and then she seemed to think of something, and couldn't help but look up at the scorching sun hanging high at noon;

On the other side, what was similar to the female soldiers was that the other soldiers seemed to think of something from the gloomy aura, and they all held their breath, their bodies tense, and more people began to look at the high sun, as if noon should be the time when the yang energy was the heaviest;

"Everyone is ready, something is coming out!"

At this moment, Zhou Jianjun reached out to wipe his cold sweat from his head, then gritted his teeth and forced his voice to stabilize, and at the same time ordered in a low voice, obviously, the gloomy and terrifying aura also reminded him of something;

Hot!

Hot!

Beat pounding...

As the surging current became clearer, everyone's heart was beating violently. The brave warrior even his hands holding the gun slowly turned white. The fingers holding the trigger were tighter and tighter, tighter, tighter, until-

Hot!

Hot!

Only a sharper surging current sound was heard, and the slowly rippling ripples suddenly spread outwards, and then the gushing out suddenly accelerated, and then—

"preparation!"

At that time, Zhou Jianjun suddenly tightened the trigger, and at the same time he growled with a pale face, but at this moment—

"Let everyone put their guns down, their own people;"

Just as everyone was about to pull the trigger, a low voice suddenly came from the turbulent ripple. Then, in everyone's horrified eyes, the circle of ripples and current suddenly disappeared, and a dark green figure suddenly appeared in front of everyone's eyes like a ghost!

The 56-type submachine gun with a folding butt stock on the back is wearing a Republic ~ military helmet, which looks extremely ordinary;

The ghostly figure suddenly appeared, turned out to be a republic like them~ soldier!

"You...you are..."

"Which part of you are...please...please report the exit order!"

Looking at the figure in front of him, whether it was his appearance, figure, or military uniform, he looked like himself, but he still shouted in a low voice with caution and nervousness;

"I am from a secret force, and the password is kept confidential;"

"If you don't believe me, I'll just go;"

Looking at the black muzzles in front of him, Zheng Yuan said lightly, but he felt extremely helpless;

Although the places where the guides travel through are definitely remote places, the problem is that this does not mean that no one in the remote places has ever been there. This time, it is thanks to Zheng Yuanqing, who is now a five-star warrant officer. Otherwise, the rogue of guns would probably be shot into a sieve as soon as he came out;

"You want to leave? You must be a spy from Monkey Kingdom!"

"Stop! Throw away the gun and squat on the ground with your head in your arms!"

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Seeing that Zheng Yuanqing was about to leave, a young soldier roared loudly, and then yelled again in the language of Monkey Kingdom;

"well……"

Zheng Yuanqing laughed bitterly again when he heard this, and then—

call!

A faint sound of breaking through the air, and in the horrified eyes of everyone, Zheng Yuanqing's figure suddenly disappeared from the spot like a ghost! (To be continued)
Chapter completed!