After finishing the time travel again, he woke up and found that he was wet and lying on the weed slope. The coma that lasted for about a few hours made Long Yun feel chilled all over and his joints were dull. As soon as he got up, he sneezed several times in succession. It seemed that he would definitely catch a cold because of the cold this time. Not only that, his head hurts so much now. He barely moved on the spot for a few times before he remembered the backpack on his back, so he moved away two steps, found a stone and sat down, groped and tear open a pack of self-heating rations, and waited for two minutes before he swallowed it into his mouth.

I haven't eaten since I left. It's okay to feel uncomfortable all over, but I'm so hungry.

After a meal in a few seconds, it felt like nothing had been eaten. The young man, who was almost choked, took out a kettle and fed a few bites. Then he recovered his energy. After thinking about it, he stood up and wandered around a large weed slope and the entrance to the building for a while, looking for other food to eat.

Cleaning the battlefield seems to be a meaningless act now, but Long Yun has other plans.

Perhaps he had just experienced time travel, and at least he had slept in bed in a parallel world - not to mention the fact that he was rolling the bed sheets. In addition to his physical discomfort, Long Yun felt that he was in good spirits and his thinking ability had also recovered a little; in this case, the training of "Hidden Dragon" gave him some measure of the situation. The top priority was obviously to evaluate the situation, collect any available items and information, and then take the next action.

In the suburbs of La Paz in the morning, the sun shone slanted, and there was no living person nearby. Walking in the wilderness of the Shura Field, Long Yun, who had been through many battles, couldn't help but feel worried. But now, he didn't care about his comrades who died suddenly, and could only concentrate on finding clues left by the firefighting scene.

After the storm last night, Caopo and the surrounding areas were completely in chaos.

While walking around and flipping the "Alpha" team members' carrying tools, Long Yun quickly found a lot of food, but there were almost no clues. After all, he was not a professional in reconnaissance, and his superpowers were completely useless. However, on the other hand, he also found that the situation of the victims at the scene was not very terrifying, and there was no expression of horror on his face, which was completely different from the tragedy of the "Dead City".

The storm of thought caused death, which was very different from the situation in "Dead City" at that time. Could the expression be like this?

After thinking for a while, he couldn't find any reasonable explanation. Long Yun quickly gave up searching and left the grass slope with some of the collected materials, and walked in the direction he came from memory.

At present, the most important thing is to "return to the team". God knows what is going on outside now!

The most effective way to leave the wilderness is to drive a raid plane. Long Yun quickly left the scene. He didn't notice an inexplicable fact at all, that is...

The weapons of the "Alpha" team members are well-organized, and no spear is lost, but they are thrown in a mess.

Leaving the horror scene, he staggered in the jungle. The air on the La Paz Plateau, which was thousands of meters above sea level, made young people feel dizzy and nauseous.

All kinds of discomforts were not until he turned around the foot of the mountain and saw the No. 07 "Fire Dragon" dormant in the wilderness. He took off his wet clothes next to the fighter plane, climbed into the cockpit and turned on the air conditioner. The warmth made his body, which was somewhat twitching, regained its vitality. Before wearing the anti-Dutch suit, Long Yun hesitated for a while. He felt that the probability of air combat breaking out when he encountered a Bolivian fighter plane was almost zero, but just in case, he was ready for the battle.

After throwing it all night in the wilderness, ordinary fighter jets may encounter many problems, such as difficulty in starting the engine or moisture in the body circuit, and using the hydrogen-locked x-7a is not so much trouble.

After turning on the system self-test, the "Fire Dragon" quickly resumed normal control, took off and flew westward using vertical take-off and landing method, and continued to fly westward. Along the way, Long Yun frequently looked around in the cockpit. What he was worried about was not the enemy - he expected that the Bolivian soldiers on the ground would probably become dead, but after the shocking change, what would happen on the La Paz Plateau with fluctuations of thoughts sweeping, such as the terrifying "center tower", the giant black tree towering into the clouds -

But from beginning to end, he found nothing.

The plane flew over mountains and kept its speed at about 700 kilometers. Along the way, from taking off to approaching the Bolivia-Chile border, Long Yun never encountered enemy planes, but RWR also intercepted several radiation sources from time to time, which made young people feel relieved. This at least shows that there are still radars operated by humans in the distant horizon, or in other words, a "storm of thought" outside La Paz did not affect the distance.

However, recalling the situation at that time, where did Li Gejian, who was driving No. 09 "Fire Dragon"?

From the time he encountered the "ideas storm" to now, his mind was full of mess. Long Yun was only now thinking of such an important thing. He quickly turned on the radio and tried voice calls. As soon as the data link was restored, the onboard system received a large number of lagging messages, occupying a large part of the panoramic display, which made him feel a little relieved. It seemed that the "Yangtze River" battle group in the rear was still safe and sound. Since the disaster occurred, it has been trying to contact various units that were stuck in the air.

Since this is the case, Long Yun immediately sent a signal to contact the command center on the Type 011 ship. After a moment of delay, an anxious voice sounded in the cockpit:

"'Red Dragon', - is it you!

Report the situation immediately and verify the current position and status of the landline. How are you doing now?"

"This is 'Red Dragon', uh--the situation is fine," Long Yun was overjoyed when he heard Lu Chunjiang's voice. He had been worried about the power of the storm of thought before, and at the same time, he felt deeply tired because of his sudden relaxation. "The landline is in normal condition, please return! Finish."

...

A night of wind and rain passed, the sun rose to the sky and gradually set westward. Time pointed to six o'clock in the evening, and the young man who was sleeping soundly in the special cabin was woken up by a voice.

When he opened his eyes, his consciousness was still a little confused. Long Yun, who had nightmares in his sleep, could hardly tell the difference between dreams and reality. After his eyes were completed, he recognized the young man in casual clothes in front of him little by little. So he quickly greeted him hoarsely, while pretending to jump out of bed, but he staggered a few times in a dizzy way:

“Ge…Ge Jian!

You—Hey, why, I'm so dizzy..."

"Hey,—are you okay!"

Seeing Long Yun on the bunk stand up, then shaking like a drunkard, Li Gejian, who had just run over from other cabins, quickly reached out to support him. Long Yun's face was flushed, and all he exhaled was full of heat. It was obvious that he was having a fever, so he completely believed the military doctor's judgment. So he helped the guy sit down, and he quickly took out a filter respirator from his pocket and put it on.
Chapter completed!