Chapter 11

Three hours ago, stark, who built the steel war armor mark 1, successfully escaped from the sky under the cover of Ethan, but the quality of the hand-made mark 1 was too poor. The rocket backpack only let him fly more than ten kilometers and then crashed into the desert.

The strong desire for survival made him struggle to climb out of the sand. Looking at the scorching sun that was about to hit his head, stark wailed and looked at his dirty shirt. After stabbing a few times, he had a simple sunshade hat composed of several pieces of rags on his head.

Tony Stark is very happy at the moment because of his special survival knowledge on a whim. He also specially spent a lot of money to invite a survival female expert to teach him. Although he finally taught him to bed, stark still firmly remembers the instruction of the female expert and tries not to expose himself to the sun in the desert. If he can be in the shade, he can be in the shade, If there is no shade, make a shade.

After confirming the general direction, stark went deep and shallow through the deserted Gobi and desert. Under the scorching sun, the air in the distance began to twist, and a heat wave surged towards him.

High temperature, lack of water and pain are mixed together. They take turns to fight and torture stark. Even at that moment, stark wants to give up. But when he thinks of Ethan who died for him, Stark has a strong vision to live. He wants to avenge Ethan!

After climbing over one sand mountain after another, stark saw several broken earth houses on the horizon in the distance.

"People?" First, he spit hard on his hand, and then wiped his finger. Stark rubbed his eyes carefully, opened his bloodshot eyes and stared carefully at the distance.

After confirming that it was not an illusion, stark immediately rushed over with the last bit of milk.

One thousand meters, five hundred meters, three hundred meters, just a few tens of meters away from those houses, the door of an earth house in the middle was suddenly pushed open with a creak.

Stark rolled on the spot to the low-lying land on one side of the dirt road. Then he secretly raised his head and looked at the dirt house.

Several armed soldiers dressed in combat clothes, big sand scarves around their necks and cloth wrapped around their heads came out.

"Damn it!" Looking at the other party's dress like the militants, stark was cold in his heart, but the subsequent scene made his cold little heart hot in an instant.

Several militants seemed to be arguing about something, which was very fierce. Then one of the militants led by him suddenly threw his weapons to his companions, and then he threw himself on the ground to do push ups. His companions began to chatter and laugh from time to time. Suddenly the laughing militant spoke English.

"You call this a push up? My grandmother does better than you! "

"Shut up, fool, I said no English when I came! Speak the local dialect to me! "

Hearing this familiar English, stark decided to gamble, shouted not to shoot, and then stood up from the mound with his hands up.

"Who, don't move!"

The militants also reacted quickly. Stark's voice was still silent, and the black muzzle had pointed at him.

"I'm Tony Stark! Who are you? " Stark pulled off the rag around his head and looked at each other with his dry lips.

"Tony Stark?" The leading militant pulled off the scarf wrapped around his head and revealed a bearded white face.

"We are the real son commando under the giant God. I'm captain Gideon. I'm here to find you!" The white man motioned to his men to lay down their weapons and walked forward to shake hands with stark.

"That's great. Can you give me something to eat and drink?" Stark looked at the big hand stretched out in front of him. As soon as his leg was soft, he was about to fall down. Fortunately, Gideon helped him.

"Hold on first, and I'll inform the others right away. Michelle, get the water!"

"Yes!" A soldier rushed into the room immediately and rushed out with a large kettle with a straw a few seconds later.

"Thank you!" After taking over the heavy kettle, Stark's throat wriggled, then picked up the straw and sucked desperately.

"Huh? Well ~ "Mei Mei took a big sip of the water inside. Stark found that this thing was a little salty and had some vegetable fragrance, which made him curious.

"This is our nutrient solution, which can relieve fatigue and supplement various elements. Drink it slowly. We still have! Not enough. I'll prepare some more cans for you when I call the plane! " Gideon saw Stark's doubts and explained.

"Uh huh, uh huh ~" stark nodded abruptly, and then sucked up with the kettle.

After drinking nearly a liter of nutrient solution in one breath, stark was satisfied with a burp, took Gideon's chocolate and field rations and wolfed them down. He was not as weak as he was a few minutes ago.

"Mr. stark, I've treated your trauma, but there's nothing I can do about this on your chest!" While stark was eating, the medics of Gideon's team had carried out preliminary examination and treatment on him, cleaned and bandaged some wounds, and carefully summarized Stark's current injury on a list, and then threw it to stark.

"What is this?"

"Overview of your situation. In this way, after being sent to the hospital, the doctor can save the time of preliminary examination and treat directly!"

"Professional!" Stark suddenly had a trace of admiration for Fisher. It seemed that he was just an ordinary soldier. He handled the wounded neatly. Such talents are treasures in the army. How did he dig them?

If Fisher is here and hears his questions, he must laugh at stark. You usually say that money can solve everything. Why can't I? I think Fisher hired a lot of retired special forces personnel to be instructors and even officers for the sake of giant God. Facts have proved that Fisher did a very beautiful job, These instructors hired by the giant god have taught their life lessons to students. Coupled with their experience in the theater from time to time, these combatants subordinate to the giant god can even be comparable to those of T1 special forces. Even in terms of weapons and equipment, it is higher than them. After all, giant god is still a first-class arms trading company, so what giant God's combat forces have is the best of giant God.