Chapter 17

After all, Cheng Chong was still very young, and his physical fitness was much better than that of ordinary people. With only a little rest, he recovered most of his physical strength and soon changed back to the tough recruit egg.

He knew that the situation was extremely urgent and could not tolerate half a minute's delay. If the three damn militants hadn't been hanging their boots and looking for trouble, he might have rushed back to the checkpoint at the moment.

Damn bastard! Cheng Chong started running wildly, scolding low in his heart.

The wind whistled in my ears, and the snow creaked under my feet.

Running in the cold snow on the plateau is suicide for many people.

Cheng Chong gradually felt dizzy and chest tightness, his legs were heavy, his whole body was numb, and his brain consciousness gradually blurred. That was the specific manifestation of body hypoxia. But Cheng Chong didn't stop. He knew that if he continued like this, he would be very dangerous, but when he thought of his comrades in arms who were still struggling in danger, he wished he could become a bird and fly back to the checkpoint immediately.

However, after all, he is a man, not a God. Of course, his physical ability is also useful when he is exhausted. What has always supported him, even if he bumps and falls, is not his strong physical ability, but his indomitable will and his stubborn and unyielding character.

It was about a kilometer away from the half moon sentinel card. Cheng Chong, exhausted but trying to move forward, suddenly tripped over the snow under his feet. His body immediately leaned forward, his limbs struggled desperately, but there was nothing he could do. His head was dizzy, but he still had some consciousness.

He fell in the snow for a moment and a half and couldn't get up. All his struggles were pale and powerless. He gasped greedily and breathed as much air as possible to supplement his anoxic and numb body.

Since the struggle is useless, take a break.

After ten minutes, his body recovered better and his consciousness began to wake up with the inhalation of a large amount of air and his gradual adjustment. He also remembered his three comrades in arms and his life-threatening mission.

But when he looked up at the front post, he was completely stunned by the scene in front of him.

But I saw smoke billowing over the checkpoint, which was in a raging fire.

Even a kilometer away, Cheng Chong could still hear the burning fire. Even the outpost hundreds of meters away was also shrouded in the sea of fire, leaving no suspense at all.

What's going on? What happened? Cheng Chong could hardly believe his eyes.

Who is it? What bastards are they? What inhuman beasts are they? Cheng Chong roared hysterically in his heart. He knew that the fire at the sentry post must have been secretly plotted. Such a huge fire was not made by his comrades in arms. He accidentally lit the sentry post himself.

Cheng Chong wanted to stand up and yell, but he forcibly suppressed his surging emotions. Soldiers should be vigilant. Since the sentry was plotted and it seems that the fire has just started, maybe those bastards are still staying nearby. If they rashly expose themselves at the moment, they will undoubtedly seek their own death, and it won't help.

Cheng Chong bent painfully in the snow, his heart twisted like a knife, and burned inside, but he didn't dare to make any sound.

A moment later, he vaguely heard someone shouting. When he looked up, he couldn't see half a person nearby. Although you have a wide field of vision around you, it's normal to have some protruding hills blocking your sight on the plateau.

After a while, he saw a young tiger appeared behind a hill, swaggered in the direction he came, chattered to each other, and laughed grimly from time to time, a kilometer away from Cheng Chong. Their costumes are the same as those of the group of militants just now. There must be more than a dozen.

It's from ITO again. Why? Why? Beast! Son of a bitch! Who did we provoke at the checkpoint? Why are you so cruel, so cruel, beast... Cheng Chong scolded fiercely in his heart.

Cheng Chong, who was very angry, suddenly jumped up from the snow and recklessly rushed up to fight with the group of people. But he rushed out two or three steps away. He suddenly realized something and stopped at once. Instead, he turned and ran towards the checkpoint.

He thought of the four comrades in arms who stayed at the post. How are they doing? I don't know if there is any hope of survival. It is not too late for a gentleman to avenge ten years, but it is urgent to save people.

Cheng Chong rushed to the checkpoint, but at the moment, the fire was burning, and the hot temperature made Cheng Chong unable to get close at all. He had to walk around anxiously. At the same time, he urgently checked whether there were anything available around and whether there were any traces of the four comrades in arms.

However, the cruel reality disappointed him. In the vast snowfield around, there is nothing to use, and there is no way to find the trace of the four comrades in arms. Now that you have encountered a plot and have not burned into coke under this raging fire, you should also be cooked and burned through by the fire.

Cheng Chong, a recruit who has joined the army for less than half a year and a raw melon child who has just joined the WTO, naturally has no experience in dealing with such emergencies. Such a major accident suddenly comes, and he is confused and at a loss.

fight a fire! yes! Put out the fire first! Thinking of this, Cheng Chong immediately began to put out the fire.

However, how to save such a big raging fire, not to mention that although the four fields are covered with snow, there is no water, not to mention thick water pipes and high-pressure water guns. The burning building was splashed with a lot of gasoline by the militants. At the moment, the fire is burning vigorously and the fire is booming.

At this time, let alone Cheng Chong with bare hands, I'm afraid that professional firefighters can only look at the fire and sigh at this scene.

Cheng Chong braved the danger of being burned by the fire, used both hands and feet, kept grabbing and pulling snow on the ground, and frantically threw the snow to the fire, throwing it, throwing it.

However, the pitifully little snow had no effect on fire fighting and seemed to increase the arrogance of the fire. A drop in the bucket, a drop in the bucket.

Seeing that the fire could not be put out at all, there was no sign of weakening at all. Cheng Chong was burning with anxiety, his limbs kept busy, but it was useless.

What should I do? What should I do? In a hurry, Cheng Chong kept asking himself and torturing himself.

He was originally sent back by the monitor to send a message to move the rescue troops. But when I came back, the situation changed greatly. The four remaining comrades in arms had no trace at the moment, and their life and death were unknown. They could have contacted the platoon commander or company headquarters by telephone, but now it has become a fantasy.

He thought of the squad leader who was still struggling to support him in a dangerous situation. They were eager to wait for him to move and rescue soldiers. Cheng Chong was impatient, like an ant on a hot pot. He almost squatted down and howled. His father fucked his mother.

Go down the mountain to report and move the soldiers! The idea flashed out of Cheng Chong's mind. He didn't dare to delay for a moment. He turned and ran down the mountain.

After running a few tens of meters away, he suddenly stopped his steps and suddenly thought:

It's about half a day's drive from the nearest contact point at the foot of the mountain. If you only rely on your legs as a means of transportation, it should be three or five days later to run down the vast plateau, and you have to have a superhuman body, so you can run continuously without eating or drinking.

Moreover, when he went down, he went up the plateau and hasn't gone down yet. Even if he has superhuman physical fitness, he is not familiar with the road! If you don't know the direction and run down the unfamiliar road, it is undoubtedly the stupidest, idiot and retarded choice in the world.

Moreover, the guard post will report to the company by telephone every two hours. If there is no telephone report for more than two hours, the company attendant will contact the guard post by all means. If there is still no news, the company leaders will guess that something happened to the guard post. They learned the news much faster than they ran down the mountain to deliver the news.

The way of moving soldiers down the mountain is obviously not feasible, and fire fighting is useless. There is only the last way left. Go back and help the squad leader. Although they have no bullets and only the Bayi rifle like a fire stick, it is good to share even a little of the enemy's fire power.

At least, the monitor will have less pressure, won't he?

Squad leader, deputy squad leader and veteran Liu, hold on! Hold on! I, I'll be there in a minute.