Chapter 18

Cheng Chong has been running five or six kilometers in the cold, low-temperature and anoxic snow on the plateau. If it were an ordinary person's body, I'm afraid he would be tired and lie down. Fortunately, he has a solid body and strong physical strength. He trained hard in the military school for six years, which is not a waste of time.

Cheng tightened his tight clothes, took out a soft leather kettle insulated with body temperature from the inside of the cotton padded clothes, drank water hastily, shortened the gun belt of Bayi rifle, leaned back on his back, adjusted it to the most comfortable state, and then turned and ran wildly towards the inclined valley.

Cheng Chong thought to himself: no matter whether he can get to the monitor's place where they are fighting in time, if he can catch up with those bastards who set fire at the sentry post on the road, he will play with them and let them taste the taste of blood and death. It's not discussed.

Unfortunately, Cheng Chong blindly put out the fire at the sentry post, and the delay was too long. No matter how fast Cheng Chong ran along the way, there was no trace of the militants. They seemed to disappear out of thin air.

Cheng Chong didn't know how many times he fell in the snow and how many times he fell. When he arrived at the inclined valley with amazing perseverance and physical strength, there was no one in the inclined Valley, not to mention the gunfire just now. It was quiet and suffocating all around.

This is a very frightening scene.

It is entirely conceivable that on the battlefield where the hostile parties have fought fiercely, they suddenly return to calm, as if nothing had happened. There is only one result, that is, the battle is over, and the result of the battle must be that one party has been defeated.

According to the disparity of strength between the two sides just now, the loser is likely to be his own side. If so, where are the squad leader, class deputy and veteran Liu? What happens? What happened to them later

Cheng Chong could hardly continue to imagine.

Although Cheng Chong was almost tired at the moment, he didn't stop his steps, but continued to open his legs and look around to see if there were any clues and even a little news about his comrades in arms.

The snow at the scene was messy, and from time to time there were pools of frozen blood and pieces of bullet casings lying seven or eight horizontally, showing that this place was once a battlefield of fierce war. But there was no trace of the three of them.

The egg yolk like sunset hung precariously in the sky, as if it could fall at any time, and the residual light and heat also became weak. Night began to fall. On the vast plateau, only the tireless new wind was still singing and dancing recklessly.

The plateau at dusk is always filled with an indescribable sadness.

Cheng Chong wandered through the snow on the plateau, looking carefully for every trace left by people. At the same time, he was no longer afraid to expose the target and shouted: "squad leader, squad mate, veteran Liu, where are you? I'm back, the recruits egg Cheng Chong is back! Where are you? Make a speech and make a noise! My comrades in arms..."

But on this vast plateau, in this desolate and uninhabited snow area, there is no echo except the wind.

Cheng Chong was very tired and disappointed. Only the hysterical and hoarse voice was still repeating back and forth, mechanically.

But where will the monitor, the deputy and the silent veteran Liu be? Where should they be? Cheng Chong didn't know how many times he had asked himself in his heart, but he still had no answer. Only along the footprints of people's activities, aimless search.

Life wants to see people, death wants to see corpses.

Finally, Huangtian lived up to his heart. About a kilometer away from the inclined Valley, he found a light yellow protective wood. He recognized it at a glance. It was the protective wood of Bayi rifle. Although he has average skills in playing with guns, he is very familiar with Bayi rifles and knows every part of guns.

In the recruit company, he often scolded his comrades in arms while cleaning their guns: broken guns, rotten guns, useless guns, they have to be cleaned once. Is it troublesome? Fucking more hypocritical than a bitch.

How can he not be familiar with the iron guy he often uses and often dismembers and wipes?

The guard wood of Bayi rifle appears here, so the squad leader must be nearby.

Cheng Chong suddenly shouted to the monitor. At the same time, why did the good Bayi rifle leave only a protective wood here? Did something really happen? What's the situation?

Cheng Chong's voice became louder and louder, but in the vast snow and desolate plateau, only the new wind answered in his ear, disturbing people's mood.

As Cheng Chong walked forward, he found that there were more parts of Bayi rifle. Almost all the barrel, trigger, re entrant, airway and so on appeared.

The situation may be very bad. He hastened to speed up the search and increased the voice of shouting.

Following the pungent smell of blood, Cheng Chong found three messy bodies about 100 meters away from the protective wood. Almost all the three bodies were sieved by bullets. But Cheng Chong can recognize it only by his clothes and body outline. This is the monitor, deputy and veteran Liu He is looking for.

Cheng Chong immediately felt that the sky was spinning and the sun and the moon were shining. He almost didn't fall down at this point.

"Squad leader! Squad mate! Veteran Liu, wake up! You open your eyes..." Cheng Chong was devastated and mourned loudly.

Night falls, the vast fields, the stars and the moon are angry, and the new wind is sad.

Cheng Chong almost fainted with grief and anger. He shook this and pushed that, but the three comrades in arms could not make any sound again, only the continuous Jedi north wind, low moan and quiet dark cry.

Monitor Wei Jiangong was hit with at least seven or eight bullets. He couldn't figure out which was the fatal injury. I was shot in the head and left my right eye to one side. It's really scary. The rest of the shots were shot on the body, and the upper part of the body was broken by bullets. There was almost no complete place. The blood flowed all over the ground and was frozen. The whole body is stiff and cold. It can be seen that it has been sacrificed for some time.

Ma Xiaodong, deputy squad leader, faced the ground and was shot four or five times in the back. His left arm was also shot, and his arm was broken to one side. When Cheng Chong gently turned him over, he saw that his eyes were particularly abrupt. His already godless eyes seemed to contain infinite anger and endless desire for life.

Veteran Liu's leg was broken, and he didn't know how many shots he had been shot in the chest. In short, his chest was badly beaten, and he couldn't see the wound at all. One arm was pressed back under his body, his head tilted to one side, his mouth and eyes closed, and there was no vitality. That expression, not far from his usually silent signboard expression, was harmless in the world.

Similarly, the three comrades in arms had blood on their fingers, and the damaged parts of the Bayi rifle were lost all the way. It can be seen that after the bullets were exhausted, the three comrades smashed their weapons, and then fought hand to hand with the enemy.

Beast -! Beast -! Son of a bitch!

Ah -! Ah -!

Seeing the terrible scene in front of him, Cheng Chong was filled with grief and anger. His face was blue and his eyes were red. He tried to roar at the wild. On the desolate plateau, in the rustling cold wind, this voice is particularly solemn and stirring and extremely pathetic.

At the moment, he is like an angry Beast and a sad lone wolf.