Liu Zhan heard his own pounding heartbeat, and his injured ear began to ache sharply again, and his time was running out.

He groped up and down his pockets, hoping to find something to use.

"Mary, don't let me fail, not now. Liu Zhan pleaded in a low voice.

He turned all of Mary's things out, credit cards, reading glasses, pens, none of them came in handy.

Liu Zhan glanced at the cabin in despair, and there was nothing in it.

He rummaged through his pockets again, found the Rolex watch that Qin Shu gave him, and dug out a small key to the locker in his uniform pocket, just these things.

It was all over, Liu Zhan leaned against the bulkhead and closed his eyes.

"I'm so sorry, Mary. He whispered.

Liu Zhan felt that the strength of his whole body seemed to be drained all of a sudden, and his body could no longer support it, so he slowly fell to the ground.

Scott will be back soon, and it's going to be over, everything, everything.

Maybe it could have been another ending.

Liu Zhan was an excellent warrior, an outstanding king of soldiers, the kind of person who could change the world.

Liu Zhan has indeed made achievements in many aspects, and he can do more, and there will be no shortage of opportunities in the future, if Mary is still alive.

He shouldn't just let his life end.

Among Liu Zhan's peers, no one has so much honor as him, although no amount of honor is meaningless for a dying person, let alone in the snowy wilderness of Central Asia.

No one will know what happened here.

No one will award a medal to Liu Zhan, either during his lifetime or after his death, because no medal is for losers.

Liu Zhan sat slumped on the ground, and pictures flashed messily in his mind.

He suddenly remembered the gift Mary had given him in his jacket pocket, a medal in honor of the battle.

Liu Zhan took out the medal from his pocket and turned it to the front, the hoarse brass shining brightly, "Berlin Victory".

The medal has a red star and a few oak leaves, and the ribbon on which the medal is hung is made up of red, black and gold stripes.

There is a pin on the back of the ribbon, and Liu Zhan knows that this workmanship probably came from a labor camp in Siberia sixty years ago, although it is rusty, but it is still a single needle.

With a pin, Liu Zhan once again has a weapon in his hand!

He had touched a lot of medals in his life, but he didn't care about them, but this time was different, this was the first time he thought that medals were a very useful thing, and the medals awarded to him by the presidents of those small countries before were either thrown into the toilet or stuffed into the trash.

He struggled to get up from the ground, and once again found the hydraulic pipe from the pile of pipes.

He tightened his grip on the hose and pricked it with the tip of the pin, pushing the pin harder and harder each time.

Liu Zhan felt as if the pin had pierced and punctured a little, just like a butterfly flapping its wings before an avalanche.

He pulled the pin out of the hose, and an imperceptible white mist was carried out by the tip of the needle.

It took a lot of effort and time to puncture the second hydraulic pipe, and the tip of the needle may have become dull, but Liu Zhan still managed it. The white mist from the leaking hydraulic fluid gradually thickened, permeated the perimeter of the pipeline, and then began to slowly condense.

Liu Zhan has little time left, and Scott is about to return, maybe he is already close to the helicopter.

Liu Zhan snapped the metal plate, glued the sound insulation layer, and then quickly checked it to make sure that he had not left any signs of coming.

He put the medal back in his pocket, "Thank you, Mary. Would you like to cast a little more magic now?" Liu Zhan looked out of the cabin and noticed some movement outside, and a person's head loomed from behind the collapsed stone pile.

He jumped off the plane and disappeared in a few seconds.

As soon as Liu Zhan hid behind a few rocks, Scott and his men emerged from behind the rubble, four of them carrying Mary's body.

After they found Mary, they scattered to look for Liu Zhan, and after a cursory search, they returned with Mary.

It was clear that Liu Zhan must have died at the bottom of the valley, and they could only wait until the snow melted in the spring of the following year, and then ordered someone to clear a road, and then carefully search for Liu Zhan's body, but by then, Liu Zhan would probably have been eaten by wolves.

They can only bring back one loot for Wren, Mary, and Wren can't help it if he is not satisfied. They threw Mary's body into the cabin, like a bag of coal.

Liu Zhan stared at them motionlessly.

The sound of the helicopter engine is getting louder and louder, the rotor blades are spinning faster and faster, and the snow is flying up and down like an ice storm. Then, the hind slowly rises into the air, a hundred meters into the air, two hundred meters in the air, three hundred meters in the air

Liu Zhan's hole in the hydraulic pipe is very small, but because the hind's hydraulic system is operating under extremely high pressure, the small hole causes the hydraulic system to slowly lose pressure, and the situation is not serious enough to trigger the alarm, but it makes the driver feel that the control is not very flexible.

If the helicopter is kept flying at a low altitude of several hundred meters, the hydraulic system can barely work.

When the helicopter approaches the altitude of the practical ceiling, the pilot will notice that the aircraft is unresponsive, or even close to malfunctioning, and the equipment cannot display information properly.

So the pilots didn't notice anything unusual when the helicopter first took off, and in fact, they had almost no experience flying in the mountains, and they couldn't tell if their discomfort was altitude sickness, or if they had just eaten curry and had spoiled their stomachs.

Pilots now have to juggle a variety of situations: updrafts, downdrafts, icing of paddles, etc.

The crowd of people stuffing the cabin weighed on the helicopter, so it's no wonder the hind swayed in the air like an old sow rolling on the ground.

The pilot judged that the helicopter could fly relatively smoothly after accelerating.

Helicopters are most prone to accidents when flying at low speeds, which is not only difficult to control, but also difficult to fly smoothly.

So before the hydraulic system suddenly alarmed, neither of the two drivers noticed anything abnormal.

When the alarm sounded, the older pilot's first reaction was to lower the nose of the plane and use the pulling force to avoid the hillside

It's uncomfortable, but it's great for the hydraulic system.

The more the pilot wants the hydraulic system to function properly, the more the pressure of the hydraulic fluid in the hose is intrinsically safe, which means that the faster the hydraulic fluid leaks, the more difficult it is for the aircraft to control, and the more difficult it is for the pilot to control the hydraulic system

It's like an inexperienced driver skidding on ice for the first time, and the only difference between the two is that the Hind helicopter is skidding at a height of several hundred meters.

The helicopter began to wobble and spin, and the pilot panicked and desperately pulled the joystick, and the helicopter went to the left, then to the right, and then to the right, and then suddenly went backwards.

By the time the pilot thought of landing, it was too late.

The hydraulic fluid sprayed out of the hydraulic hose swirled around the engine and transmission, and the highly flammable hydraulic fluid became piping hot.

With a terrible loud bang, the helicopter exploded into a huge ball of fire in the air, and the scorching air waves and the wreckage of the plane scattered into the valley, and Liu Zhan hurriedly hid behind the rocks.

The helicopter exploded a second time when it hit the ground, and Liu Zhan buried his head in the snow, dodging the flying debris. When he looked up again, there was nothing but a sea of fire in front of him, and the plane was completely gone.

A second Hind helicopter flew over, patrolling the crash site, hovering for a while, and then heading off into the distance.

The fire burned for a long time, and there were several smaller explosions in between.

When the fire weakened slightly, Liu Zhan walked towards the crash site, which was slightly different from what Liu Zhan saw at first sight, not everything on the plane was engulfed in flames.

The explosion caused the wreckage to spread over a wide area, and Liu Zhan waited until there was no more explosion, and immediately began to carefully search the crash site. From time to time he felt a wave of nausea during the search, the explosion was brutal and merciless, and it was not only the helicopter that was torn and charred, but all the people on board. Liu Zhan searched for Mary's body, but found nothing but one sleeve on her emerald green coat.

The sleeves looked clean as new, as if they had just been taken out of her closet, and it was the only thing Mary had left him except for memories.

Liu Zhan threw his sleeve into the fire, and the explosion was a cremation for Mary.

Liu Zhan found the corpse of a soldier in the distance, the body was relatively intact, and there was none

Traces of fire.

Liu Zhan stripped off the dead soldier's full winter gear, leaving only shorts, and then put them on himself.

Finally, he puts on the boots of a soldier.

Boots! Even wearing the socks that had just been stripped from the dead man, Liu Zhan's feet were easily pushed into the boots, and although his feet were still painful, he was finally liberated.

He sat down on the snow, tied his shoelaces, stood up and stomped his feet, and jumped a few more times to see if the boots would fit.

Later, Liu Zhan relied on these boots to go all the way to Afghanistan.