Chapter Ninety-Three: Best Foodie Desert Time At three o'clock in the morning, the gunfire in the village has stopped, but the smoke of the war has not really dissipated, and the village is full of wisps of firelight, there are shrubs burning with green smoke, and there are also wooden window frames of earthen houses burning!

Zahid, who had a beard and a resolute expression, was followed by several tribal warriors wearing long robes and scarves covering their faces and carrying guns, and walked quickly towards the Airbus passenger plane docked on the abandoned salt pans.

Zahid's robe, which was tied to a tactical belt, was torn off the sleeve of his left arm, and his arm was wrapped in a bandage, and blood was still oozing from the bandage.

The armed warriors of the tribe who attacked the sand dunes, after seizing the commanding heights and getting mortars to turn the tide of the battle, did not retreat from the dunes, Zahid walked to the inflatable slide, did not look back, and said quickly: "Send a telegram to the temporary base of the government army, tell them that we have repelled the sneak attack of the extreme rebel forces in the desert on the west side, and killed more than 150 members of the extreme rebel forces below the commander of the detachment, and there are no prisoners, but our losses are very large, and we urgently need weapons and ammunition supplies, We would like to stress that it is better to send a medical team to come, because nearly 20 Air France passengers who participated in the battle were injured, and our lack of medical supplies is difficult to ensure that the wounded are properly treated! ”

Among the few tribal warriors who followed Zahid, they quickly walked out of the two and walked towards the low sand dunes on the side, without returning to the village, because the shortwave tactical backpack radio station was just behind the dunes.

Zahid waved his right arm again and gesticulated, and the few remaining tribal warriors behind him quickly dispersed and disappeared into the nearby desert.

Although Zahid has sent a guard post to the desert around the village, there are more than 20 tribal warriors on the tall sand dunes with a few mortars in their hands (in order to ensure that the commanding heights of the dunes are not captured, more than a dozen tribal warriors have been subsequently brought up, and several of them are replaced by female tribal warriors, after all, the physiological structure of women is different, and they stay on the top of the unobstructed sand dunes for a long time with a group of big men, and it is inconvenient to urinate and release water), but Zahid is still a little worried about what accidents will occur around the passenger plane, It was only then that the tribal warriors spread their vigilance.

"Zahid, do you want me to give you a hand?"

A light on the bulkhead at the door of the cabin was lit, and Ihassan, an Arab with a beard and a robe with holes everywhere, appeared at the door of the cabin, looking at Zahid standing next to the salt-shell inflatable slide, speaking Arabic in a low tone, and Ihassan, who was in his sixties, looked tired when standing at the door of the cabin.

Seeing Zahid ignore the injury on his arm, grab the inflatable slide with both hands and climb up with his hands and feet, Ihasan shook his head and was a little speechless, and suddenly remembered that Sima Yuru The woman who carried Song Xiaoshuang to the cabin of the passenger plane, Zahid naturally had the idea that he didn't want to lose to a woman, although his arm was indeed injured.

Seeing that Zahid had gone up to the edge of the cabin door, his fingers had already buckled on the bulkhead, Ihasan turned off the bulkhead lighting and turned around and walked towards the first-class cabin, Zahid did not say a word and hurried to follow.

The lights in the first-class cabin are bright, and on the metal floor of the loose aisle in the middle of the seats, there are two thin velvet blankets that overlap together, and Song Xiaoshuang, who is covered in blood, is lying on the velvet blanket with a cushion on his abdomen, Sima Yuru is kneeling on the edge of the velvet blanket on one leg, his hands are stained with blood and holding a dagger that has been sterilized, his face obviously shows an angry look, and he roared: "Song Xiaoshuang, you pervert, I know that wizards are not normal, the idea is too weird, you said that you can take shrapnel after resting and meditating for an hour, As a result, you have to get it out yourself, you don't even know the depth of the shrapnel without cutting the muscles with a dagger, you want to take the shrapnel out with your fingers? ”

Andrei, the black man who came out of the cockpit, a brown-colored and crumpled suit has been torn into a hole suit, there is a blood groove on the top of the shaved hair and black head that has been rubbed out by a stray bullet, the oozing blood has long been dried up, and there is no blood stain at all if you don't look carefully, hearing Sima Yuru's angry roar, Andrei looked at Ihasan and Zahid who walked into the first class, shrugged his shoulders slightly and showed that the ideas and practices of the Chinese are always very strange.

Ihasan and Andre returned to the cabin of the passenger plane after basically ending the battle according to the prior plan, and the time was almost two o'clock in the morning, originally to continue to use the on-board communication equipment and Air France to fight for the necessary benefits for the passengers of the flight, so that everyone could leave the desert as soon as possible, but they unexpectedly saw that Sima Yuru and Song Xiaoshuang had already gotten on the plane first, and Song Xiaoshuang was lying on the velvet blanket covered in blood with his eyes closed, and there were obviously several wounds caused by shrapnel on his body.

Andre asked Sima Yuru, who was sitting on the armrest of the chair with his hands covered with blood, why didn't he take out the shrapnel for Song Xiaoshuang, and the answer was that Song Xiaoshuang was very weak and could not undergo surgery, and he would talk about it when his body recovered.

Later, Andre racked his brains to estimate a possibility, whispered a word of Chinese kung fu, saw Sima Yuru hesitated and nodded, Andre had already classified Sima Yuru and Song Xiaoshuang as wonderful, knowing that he couldn't intervene, so he was busy using on-board communication equipment and Air France, saying that a serious firefight had just occurred in the desert, and many passengers were injured in the crossfire, urging Air France to quickly come up with a way to get the passengers out of the desert.

Uncle Ihassan, who was with Andre, got a strange order from Sima Yuru's mouth, went back to the village to get some canned food, returned to the cabin more than ten minutes before Zahid got on the passenger plane, brought back a few cans of canned beef with sauce and a few bottles of bottled water, and sat in the first-class seat, two minutes before Zahid got on the passenger plane, Song Xiaoshuang opened his eyes and whispered something, and Ihasan did not expect why Sima Yuru was annoyed, because Ihasan could not understand Chinese.

"What's going on?"

Zahid, who walked into the first-class cabin, swept his eyes over Andrei, and soon noticed Sima Yuru who was shouting and talking, and also saw Song Xiaoshuang lying on the velvet blanket, Song Xiaoshuang's three shrapnel wounds were blurred with flesh and blood stained with sand and dust, which made Zahid feel worried, and was a little surprised that he didn't expect Song Xiaoshuang to be so seriously injured and keep a clear head, why did Sima Yuru look angry with a dagger, thinking of this, Zahid quickly spoke Arabic and asked.

"Song Xiaoshuang wants to take out the warhead by himself, and he doesn't want me to use a dagger to cut the muscles near the wound!"

Sima Yuru didn't look back, and explained two sentences in Arabic in a low voice.

Zahid was stunned for a moment, and then the black and gray eyes on his face blinked, and he suddenly realized that he quickly said: "Well, it's possible, Song knows Uncle Issam, and he is also a wizard of a certain tribe in China, the wizard's ability is very powerful, that, we have to believe in his ability!" ”

Sima Yuru did not expect that Song Xiaoshuang's so-called wizard identity was still so important in the eyes of Zahid, the grassroots commander of the tribal armed forces, and looked at Song Xiaoshuang and whispered in Chinese: "Okay, Song Xiaoshuang, you can try to make shrapnel yourself, what do you want to do?" ”

"Open me a can of food first, I need to eat something!"

Song Xiaoshuang's eyes, which didn't have much brilliance because of a large amount of blood loss, swept over the can placed on the armrest of the seat, and the corners of his mouth showed a bitter smile as he spoke.

"You! This bastard is a foodie! ”

Sima Yuru gritted her teeth and scolded in a low voice, but she still picked up a can of canned food and opened the zipper according to Song Xiaoshuang's instructions, turned around and walked to the small kitchen equipped on the passenger plane, heating food is normal on the passenger plane.

As soon as Sima Yuru left on the front foot, the eyes of Zahid, Andre, and Ihassan, who were standing in the first-class cabin, were about to bulge out, because the wound on Song Xiaoshuang's left thigh first came out with red and black sticky blood, and then a piece of mortar shreddwelling a few centimeters in size came out of the wound muscles little by little like squeezing toothpaste, Song Xiaoshuang was already full of sweat and pale, knowing that it was almost time to pull out the shrapnel from the side of his left leg and throw it onto the velvet blanket.

Seeing that Zahid's jaws were about to drop, Song Xiaoshuang made a silent gesture with his bloodstained fingers, Song Xiaoshuang continued to use his exercises to force out the bruises that had accumulated in the wound, his body was already trembling involuntarily, and after taking a breath, he stabilized his mind and continued to make the piece of shrapnel on his waist.

Zahid's faces were like ghosts, watching Song Xiaoshuang's face distort and carry out the practice of taking out shrapnel that they didn't understand, but the shrapnel on the waist seemed to have more sharp water chestnut, Song Xiaoshuang worked hard to force the shrapnel less than two centimeters out of the body, and it was used for a long time, Sima Yu had already returned to the first class cabin with a plate of heated beef in sauce, and seeing the fresh blood stains and two pieces of shrapnel on Song Xiaoshuang's waist and thighs, Sima Yuru's face changed.

"Song Xiaoshuang, you don't want to die, how can you use your fingers to pick out shrapnel!"

Sima Yuru shouted and spoke, she didn't expect Song Xiaoshuang to lie to her about heating cans, but secretly pulled out shrapnel from the wound with her fingers, Sima Yuru glared at Zahid and the three of them fiercely as soon as she finished speaking, feeling that the four big men in the cabin were unreliable, Song Xiaoshuang was very dangerous to do that, why didn't you stop him?

Seeing that Sima Yuru was angry with the three of them, Song Xiaoshuang, who was lying on the velvet carpet, wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead with his arm, and said in a hoarse voice: "You can't blame them, Sima Yuru, you made a mistake, give me the sauce beef"