When I arrived in the desert, I knew that Chu Ergou should be called a desert fox more appropriately, and it was too much to call Chu Ergou.

Chu Ergou is really like a fox in the desert, its sense of smell is more sensitive than that of a wolf. During the march, he told the soldiers of the detachment how to avoid the poisonous insects that could appear at any time in the desert.

Yan Zhi was very humble, and humbly asked Chu Ergou for various marching skills in the desert. For example, how to judge the speed according to the footprints and stride length of people or animals, how to judge the wind speed, how to track, how to reverse track, etc.

The chief asks sincerely, learns with an open mind, and the chief never puts on an official show, and treats his brothers equally.

Chu Ergou is also rare to be an instructor, so he naturally teaches what he knows. He is a death row prisoner, and he can join the Band of Brothers, which is the superior's kindness to him and the grace of saving his life.

Fortunately, this time the team went out to perform a top-secret mission, except for guns and ammunition, everyone did not carry many items with them, and the burden was not heavy.

Since once the wind rises in the desert, it will cover the footprints of the devils, so Yan Zhi asked the soldiers to speed up the march, marching eight kilometers per hour. This was mainly to take care of Nalan Xinghui and Ava, otherwise, Yan Zhi would definitely let them march more than ten kilometers per hour.

An hour passed, and three American male soldiers followed behind Chu Ergou, faintly having the momentum to surpass Chu Ergou. If it weren't for the need for Chu Ergou to lead the way in front, they would have thrown off the Chinese soldiers far away.

However, after two hours had passed, the three American soldiers were gradually falling in the middle of the sixteen.

Hoel Robles, Ed. Sanchez, Matt Baker They think that the Chinese soldiers are marching in a hurry, and after a while they will be ready to lie down.

But three hours later, the three American soldiers had fallen to the back of the line, while Nalan Xinghui and Ava were still walking in the middle of the line, perfectly interpreting the tenacity of women.

Zhao Fugui held a cigarette at the corner of his mouth to keep warm, when he was chased by the devil, he ran all over sweat, so the military uniform was a little collapsed, and his hair could see a layer of greasy grease in the moonlight, looking a little sloppy, he deliberately rubbed and fell behind to the side of the three American soldiers, and said in a strange manner: "Yesterday, who said that Chinese are thin and have short legs, and cannot walk far?" ”

Although Matt Baker and the others couldn't understand Zhao Fugui's words, Zhao Fugui's expression and movements that could laugh at people clearly told the three Americans, "You can't do it." Defy? Don't accept ...... compare with me."

As the team gradually deepened, the temperature in the desert became colder and colder, and the three American male soldiers scrambled to take off their military shirts and give them to Nalan Xinghui, but she politely refused.

Ava shrunk and walked beside Yan Zhi, she shrunk her neck from time to time and leaned towards Yan Zhi, there was a feeling of a little bird clinging to people.

Ava had a faint scent on her body.

Perfume is something that can add to the charm of a beautiful woman.

Yan Zhi judged that this might be a popular perfume smell in the United States in the forties and fifties, but he didn't expect that female soldiers in the United States would be so fashionable in this special war era.

The further you go, the more and more vegetation in the desert becomes, at first it was still sparsely growing, but as it gradually went deeper into the hinterland of the desert, some tall trees in the desert that Yan Zhi and others had never seen before gradually increased.

Fortunately, Chu Ergou led the way in front, and every time he walked a section, he would choose to make some special symbols on those tall trees, so that when he came back, the team would not lose its direction.

Along the way, the little devils rested quite a lot, at least during the three hours of the team's rapid march, these eleven little devils rested three times.

Chu Ergou would carefully search for the place where the little devil rested every time, and he could judge how long the devil had rested here based on the cigarette butts left by the devil.

In one place, there is still a bottle of sake discarded by the devil.

Chu Ergou judged that the time for the little devil's three breaks added up to at least forty minutes. It's no wonder that in the fierce battle in the forest, the consumption of these little devils is also huge.

From this, Yan Zhi judged that the little devil could rest for forty minutes in three hours, and he also had free time to smoke and drink, which showed that the devil was not worried that they would be caught up by the Chinese team behind.

In other words, the devil is sure that the small detachment of the Chinese army has long been wiped out by the corpses.

The four-hour march was not very strong for the soldiers of the Brothers' Company, although Yan Zhi slowed down the march when the three American male soldiers began to fall behind, but after four hours, Nalan Xinghui and Ava gradually couldn't keep up.

Chu Ergou found a sand dune, and was blown out of a depression by the wind behind the dune, so that everyone sat down to rest and replenish some food

Chu Ergou told everyone that the position of the depression on the sand dunes belongs to the leeward area, and it is not easy for people to hide in it.

But this recess of the sand dunes can only be used to sit down and rest away from the scorching sun when there is no wind, and when there is wind, it is the most dangerous place, and if you are not careful, the quicksand will bury you.

In the event of a sandstorm, the quicksand buries people so quickly that people don't even have a chance to escape.

Yan Zhi sat alone at a distance, lit a cigarette, carried everyone on his back, and took out the jade pendant that fell from Nalan Xinghui's body.

Since picking up this jade pendant, there has been a lot less chat between Yan Zhi and Nalan Xinghui, and the two have become rusty because of Yan Zhi.

Yan Zhi did not return the jade pendant to Nalan Xinghui.

Nalan Xinghui didn't ask him for it back.

Facing the faint moonlight and the glimmer of the flickering cigarettes, Yan Zhi could see at a glance that this jade pendant still had Nalan Xunhui and his own residual warmth, which was the jade pendant that his mother gave him when he was ten years old.

Touching this jade pendant at this time, the smiling faces of his parents clearly appeared in Yan Zhi's mind.

Whether it is the feel or the shape and size of the jade pendant, as well as the direction of the lines on the jade pendant, Yan Zhi is so familiar that he can't be more familiar, and in the lower right corner of the front of the jade pendant, there is a natural star.

Yan Zhi can confirm that this jade pendant is the one that his mother gave him when he was ten years old, and he lost it later.

He traveled from the beginning of the 21st century to the forties of the 20th century, but saw the jade pendant he lost before the crossing.

What does this mean?

What does this mean?

And what is the relationship between Nalan Xinghui, the current owner of the jade pendant, and his Yan Zhi?

Yan Zhi's mind was very confused.

Nalan Xinghui and his Yan Zhi,

No

What is the relationship between Nalan Xinghui and Yan Zhi before the crossing, that is, Jiamo?

What is the relationship between Nalan Xinghui and Jiamo's parents?

Are they relatives and friends?

Or there is a blood relationship between Nalan Xinghui and Jiamo.

Although he is Yan Zhi now, his thoughts and his soul are still branded with the shadow of Jiamo forever.

It's kind of messy, it's messy.

The chaotic Yan Zhi couldn't find a clue and couldn't find the direction, which made him in a trance. And after crossing over, the person he likes has an inextricably linked mysterious relationship with another self.

It's too messy.

Sometimes, Yan Zhi almost forgot that he had been a deserter.

Yan Zhi's brain is about to explode.

It's too messy.

Yan Zhi took the last puff of cigarette, threw away the cigarette butt, stood up, and muttered to himself: "It's too difficult for me!" ”