After fighting in the mountains and dense forests for twenty days, Zhan Xia Ge and Zhao Haiping finally walked out of this green battlefield and completely exposed their figures under the vast sky. At this time, they had already been given a nickname by the world media that did not represent military merit, but was undisputed and widely expected...... Tiger of the Jungle!

They are two scarred tigers with a pungent smell of gunpowder smoke and returning to the world!

Finding a waterhole, Zhan Xia Ge crouched down and pulled out the tiger tooth fighting saber that had accompanied him through more than forty days of fierce battles, and he no longer knew how many enemy bodies he had stabbed into his body.

Zhan Xia Ge first wet his face with pool water, and then washed off the blood on the saber with pool water, the blood has been completely coagulated on the knife body, Zhan Xia Ge must take out a small piece of whetstone from the box, and polish off the blood clot on the saber little by little, in the slight sound of sharpening the knife and the sound of the tiger tooth fighting saber being put into the water to wash, a faint red slowly rose in the entire pool.

With the unique cool tiger tooth fighting saber of Tanshui on his face, he felt the unique sharpness of the blade of this war weapon that killed countless people, and even Zhan Xia Ge himself couldn't help but shudder, in the light sound of the blade cutting his beard, Zhan Xia Ge accumulated more than forty days, so that Hu Shun, who was a little inconvenient to even eat, fell off little by little.

Looking at the man in the waterhole who no longer had a trace of childishness, and whose face lines were as hard as marble carvings, he lost his mind for a moment.

In those deep eye sockets, there were a pair of eyes that were so red that they might be because of lack of rest, or maybe because they had seen too much blood. On the right side of his face, there was a three-inch-long wound from shrapnel. Zhan Xia Ge slowly swept over the wound with the fingers of his right hand, and there was a faint stinging pain from the wound, in the non-stop battle, the wound on Zhan Xia Ge's face continued to heal, and it continued to rupture, and now the wound on his face will ooze fine blood, sometimes Zhan Xia Ge can't help but think, will this wound never heal like this, and always help him release a little too strong blood in his body at any time, right?!

But I don't know why, this scar is like a mastercraftsman-level painter, and the finishing touch of a clever hand makes Zhan Xia Ge's body suddenly have a rough and aggressive and oppressive male surname charm. At the same time, what rises from the face of the warrior singer is a kind of dullness and calm that has been accumulated from the battlefield, but in the calm on the surface, his eyes, his skin, his hair, and every cell in his body contain a terrifying battle flame that has not yet appeared. Even if Zhan Xia Ge looked at it a few more times, he felt that his eyes were as if he had been pierced by a steel needle, and it hurt terribly!

Zhan Xia Ge took out a tube of camouflage paint found from the veteran from his pocket, and slowly applied it to his face, until the dark green oil paint painted his face tightly, and he could no longer see his original appearance, and Zhan Xia Ge nodded with satisfaction.

"Pack yourself up." At this moment, Zhan Xia Ge didn't know that he and Zhao Haiping's master and apprentice had become the focus of attention of the world's media, and he threw the camouflage oil paint to Zhao Haiping, saying: "It's not easy to find water again." ”

Dots of yellow sand could already be seen under their feet, and in the distance, after a period of green and yellow merging with each other, less than ten kilometers in front of them, there was already a large continuous golden desert. The sun did not hesitate to pour its light and heat on this land full of yellow sand, and from the position of the warrior song, it can be clearly seen that the air of the golden world is constantly distorting and changing because of the heat on the surface, forming an indescribable beauty and weirdness.

The Great Desert is warning everyone who tries to cross and conquer him in its own way: when you get to my land, you better be careful! Although this desert is not as majestic as the Gobi Desert Desert, which is known as the cliff of life in China, in the memory of the war heroes, the desert marked on the map is definitely a hellish space that can discourage human beings and is the most unsuitable for human survival.

Moreover, this desert not only has the characteristics of a sand dune desert, but also has the characteristics of salt marsh terrain in a few areas, and the deep fissure terrain known as "dry mountains", and they need to conquer a section of mountain desert before they can really enter the core of the desert. Stepping into a desert with such complex and changeable terrain, if you are not careful, you will be swallowed by the desert and become a forest of white bones floating in the yellow sand.

Now the sunniest September has just passed, but the sun on the desert is still blazing and terrifying, if the warrior song is not mistaken, the desert even in October, the average temperature still reaches 43 degrees Celsius. As for the temperature of the sand and the surface of the rocks, according to the theory, it is 17 to 22 degrees Celsius higher than the atmospheric temperature, so that the average surface temperature of this great desert can reach 60 degrees Celsius during the day.

If you bury an egg in the sand at noon, twenty minutes later, you can dig out a hard-boiled egg from the sand. Of course, there is an even more interesting way, you can place a steel plate in the sun and wait until it is the same temperature as the desert surface, and you can fry poached eggs directly on it.

Zhao Haiping nodded, and also learned the appearance of Zhan Xia Ge, squatting in front of the waterhole and cutting off his beard that was thicker than Zhan Xia Ge with a saber little by little, he carefully raised his head to avoid the sharp blade of his throat.

"Master, we just need to attract the enemy's attention and continue fighting guerrilla warfare in the jungle, why do we have to cross this desert? If we are chased by helicopters in the desert and then fired by them with heavy machine guns, we are afraid that we will not even be able to find the hiding place! ”

Warrior Song asked without answering: "You tell me what you think of the group of enemies who have been chasing after us. ”

"They're getting stronger!" Zhao Haiping replied thoughtfully: "They have been chasing after us for a full twenty days, and now these pursuing forces, which are composed of armed members of three different factions, have slowly cultivated a tacit understanding of the team in the non-stop fighting. And they have adapted to our style of guerrilla tactics, and it is becoming more and more difficult to fight them. ”

"Yes, we only have two guns, but they have two hundred. What's more, the people who can still follow us after the pursuit until now are all veterans with rich combat experience. Now, as soon as we shoot, seven or eight squads of light machine guns shoot at us, regardless of three, seven, twenty-one, and shooting, plus their veterans who are good at jungle assault operations, and those four or five snipers with good standards, in the face of this kind of three-dimensional attack that combines the dots, lines, and planes, the two of us can only turn around and run. If we continue to engage in the jungle with a group of troops who are familiar with our fighting style, more than 100 times our number, and supported by helicopter fire, it can already be called a miracle to be able to support it for another three days. ”

Hearing the analysis of the war song, Zhao Haiping couldn't help but be dumbfounded.

They had been cornered by the enemy's planned efforts, and now they had only two options, either to hike into the desert without any supplies, or to simply return to the jungle and maneuver with the enemy for as long as they could.

At this time, Zhan Xia Ge suddenly laughed, and in the face of Zhao Haiping's strange gaze, Zhan Xia Ge said: "It's nothing, I just suddenly remembered some interesting things that happened on the desert terrain adaptation training ground." If the friends who have been chasing us for the past twenty days will follow us into the desert, I don't mind letting those friends share the humor of our belonging to the desert. ”

In this way, Zhan Xia Ge and Zhao Haiping carried all the containers that could hold water on their backs, as well as enough food and heavy weapons and ammunition for them to consume for five days, and walked into the desert in front of them on foot.

When they climbed over a small sand dune and looked into the distance, there was no trace of green in front of them, only the pure golden yellow of the desert, and the gray-black rocks that stood alone on the dunes. A strong wind in the desert swept fiercely, bringing up the yellow sand in the sky, and blowing over it was the hot and dry breath peculiar to the desert.

Facing this vast desert that is so empty and empty that it makes people's hearts feel empty, Zhao Haiping's footsteps couldn't help but pause, and Zhan Xia Ge glanced at Zhao Haiping and said, "Are you afraid?" ”

"I'm afraid!"

Zhao Haiping said honestly: "This is the first time I have really walked into the desert, and the thought that the clear water on our bodies can only last for three days at most, makes my heart furious." I'd rather be beaten into a hornet's nest by a heavy machine gun on the battlefield than be dried and roasted in the desert in the sun. However, I am willing to believe in Master! ”

Zhao Haiping learned the style of the warrior song, took out a piece of cloth from his backpack, and wrapped it tightly around his head. Zhan Xia Ge's eyes flickered, and he quickly ran to a corner, and pulled out a long, flat, dark brown glass bottle from the sand. Maybe someone used to have some kind of desert dinner here, and Zhan Xia Ge crawled on the beach with his hands quickly, and even asked him to dig out two plastic bottles of mineral water and a plastic bag with holes from underneath. The warrior singer grabbed one that had been gnawed half by someone and threw it away, I don't know how long it had been buried in the sand, it was already as hard as a stone, and it was even dirtier than the stone looked, and it was also eaten by ants with twenty or thirty small holes, and he frowned and looked at it for a long time, and threw it at his feet. But within ten seconds, Zhan Xia Ge bent down to pick it up again, and put it into his backpack with great importance.

Zhan Xia Ge used the sharp blade of the tiger tooth fighting saber to slash over the smooth body of the glass bottle again and again, until he carved a few oval deep marks on it, he used the handle of the knife to carefully smash the glass bottle, and after half an hour of busyness, he had four more oval dark brown glass pieces in his hand.

Zhan Xia Ge used the tiger tooth fighting saber to cut a plastic bottle into thin strips, seeing this scene, Zhao Haiping almost exclaimed, if they turn back now and fill these two plastic bottles with water, at least it can help them improve their chances of survival. Zhan Xia Ge used a lighter to repeatedly grill the hard plastic cut into long strips, and when they became soft, Zhan Xia Ge carefully wrapped the plastic around the edges of the four oval glass sheets, and then he took out his sewing kit and a canvas, and in just a few minutes, two rough but absolutely practical "sunglasses" were formed from Zhan Xia Ge's hands.

Zhan Xia Ge threw one of the "black mirrors" to Zhao Haiping and said: "In the desert, symptoms similar to 'snow blindness' may also occur, and if we encounter a desert, we need to use this kind of thing to protect our eyes." ”

Zhao Haiping tied the canvas "sunglasses" tightly to his head, and Zhan Xia Ge wrapped a piece of cloth around his neck in front of him, and then wrapped his wrist around two slightly smaller cotton cloths until he wrapped his whole body like a zongzi, and after helping Zhao Haiping also carefully check it, Zhan Xia Ge said in a low voice: "It's best to act at night in the desert to avoid the heat, but we must keep walking inside now." The reason why those helicopters dared to swagger and strafe over us every day was because they also relied on mountains and dense forests as a cover, and were not afraid of being attacked by the Russian Air Force. As long as we can enter the core of the desert for a hundred kilometers, it will no longer dare to pursue it deeply, and it will no longer be able to provide the ground forces with the supplies necessary for the survival of the desert. Remember, from this time on, it's best to keep your mouth tightly closed and try to conserve every drop of water in your body. Even if we have to fall, we have to consume all the bastards behind us in the desert before we are qualified to face death! ”

Looking at the lonely and proud back of Zhan Xia Ge who seemed to never bend, Zhao Haiping suddenly understood that Zhan Xia Ge did not choose to run away, he chose an alternative and more cruel battle!

This kind of battle, no guns, no shooting and no sniping, whoever can survive the harshest environment where supplies cannot be obtained will be the real winner!

Zhan Xia Ge and Zhao Haiping had to move forward, because more than two hundred soldiers with rich combat experience were chasing after them; The Chechen [***] Army, the Afghan guerrillas, and the "East Turkistan Liberation Organization" are a coalition of forces, and they must also move forward, because they can't afford to lose this person, and they must display the corpses of Zhan Xia Ge and Zhao Haiping in front of the world media, otherwise they will not think about coming out and mixing in the future!

Zhan Xia Ge glanced at his watch and said in a low voice, "Rest!" ”

Zhao Haiping looked at Zhan Xia Ge in amazement, it seemed that they had only been in the desert for an hour, and they hadn't felt tired yet, why did they start resting?

Zhan Xia Ge didn't explain anything to Zhao Haiping, he found a protruding rock, and then the whole person lay flat in the shade on the back of the rock. Seeing that Zhao Haiping was still standing there in a daze, Zhan Xia Ge reached out and patted the position next to him that was also blocked by the rock, and motioned for Zhao Haiping to lie down as well.

After Zhao Haiping lay down according to his orders, Zhan Xia Ge put his backpack on Zhao Haiping's side, so that Zhao Haiping was squeezed in the middle by Zhan Xia Ge and the backpack, unless he jumped up, he didn't have any room to move at all, so he could only lie there honestly.

Zhan Xia Song did not tell Zhao Haiping that this is a method for people who do not know about the desert, let alone the methods of survival in the desert, a method of restricting movement in order to save physical strength, and using a small and relatively safe space to induce them to quickly relax their bodies and minds.

Zhao Haiping was lying in the dark on the back of the rock where the temperature was eleven to seventeen degrees Celsius lower than the outside temperature, following the battle song for so long, he also understood the importance of being a soldier to completely relax his body when resting, when he was in a long and gentle breath, slowly relaxed his tense limbs, and stretched his body with the most comfortable movements, Zhao Haiping suddenly found that although he had only walked in the desert for an hour, his body had already had slight fatigue symptoms.

The sweat in the body seeped into the underwear, and the cotton cloth tied to Zhao Haiping's wrists and neck absorbed enough sweat, and he lay down in a relatively cool position, and there was a burst of refreshment from it.

Twenty minutes later, Zhan Xia Ge got up and patted Zhao Haiping gently, Zhao Haiping nodded, and the two of them were like dumb people, silently carrying their supplies and weapons, and embarking on a life-and-death journey that they might have no way back.

Every hour, Zhan Xia Ge would force two people to rest for twenty minutes, and at the third break, Zhan Xia Ge handed his water bottle to Zhao Haiping. Commanded: "Drink water!" ”

Zhao Haiping licked his lips, which were already slightly dry, and said, "I'm not thirsty yet." ”

"Give me less fucking bullshit!" Zhan Xia Ge's eyes widened and said, "Drink!" From now on, until half past four in the afternoon, every hour, you drink a little litre of water! After half past four, before eight o'clock in the evening, you drink 0.6 litres of water per hour! If you want to get out of here alive, you don't have to be a hero in front of me! If you fall in the desert, don't expect me to carry you stupidly, it will only end us together! ”

Zhan Xia Ge took out a tube of lip balm seized from an unknown terrorist from his pocket, threw it to Zhao Haiping, and said, "Use it to apply it to your lips." Don't keep licking your lips with your tongue, that won't do you any good except to accelerate the loss of moisture from your body and cause your lips to dry out! ”

Zhao Haiping could only drink water honestly, and after another three hours of stop-and-go, Zhao Haiping saw Zhan Xia Ge drink water once, and Zhao Haiping finally couldn't help but say: "Master, why do you drink less than one-third of my water?" ”

"We're different!"

Zhao Haiping's eyes widened and said, "We are all human beings, we will sweat, we will be thirsty and hungry, what's the difference?" Master's doing this is tantamount to slapping me, and in the future, Master will drink as much water as I want! ”

Looking at Zhao Haiping's stubborn eyes, Zhan Xia Ge, who already knew a lot about Zhao Haiping's surname, shook his head helplessly, and said softly: "Have you heard of 'water training'?" ”

Zhao Haiping shook his head suspiciously.

"During World War II, the United States was preparing to send troops to the North African theater to participate in the war, and at this time, the most important issue for the military was the supply of fresh water and the desert survival of soldiers on the North African battlefield. Both the U.S. and Israeli defense ministries once believed that gradually reducing the supply of fresh water to each soldier during training and maintaining it for a considerable period of time so that the soldier's body could adapt to this state and maintain better combat effectiveness was a good way to solve the difficult problems of the North African battlefield. ”

There was a hint of sarcasm in the slightly lower voice of the warrior song, "As a result, hundreds of soldiers in the United States who participated in this kind of 'water training' died, and in the United States, which advocates freedom and boils, and lawyers are afraid that the world will not be chaotic, and they are trying every means to encourage everyone to go to court, this kind of training with a high death rate and high attrition rate is absolutely unacceptable to the public, and in the end it can only be stopped." ”

Zhao Haiping nodded fiercely, this kind of almost whimsical "water training" is really similar to the allusion that the horse wants to run and the horse doesn't eat grass, and it is really a hell to succeed.

"The human body is not that fragile." "The U.S. and Israeli defense ministries were able to put forward this training plan after detailed argumentation and determination that it was theoretically feasible before they began to put it into practice. It's just that those soldiers who have been trained have a resistance from the beginning, and this kind of training is indeed easy to produce non-combat attrition, and it makes those soldiers have an invincible fear. As soon as we entered the desert training camp, the instructor sent us a 'life and death certificate'. Whether or not to receive this kind of 'water training' with a high mortality rate is the only subject we can choose in the training camp. However, for us, absolutely no one would choose to be deserters, and all thirty-four of my companions and I signed up for this training. ”

Zhao Haiping asked cautiously, "What about ...... The result? ”

"The result?"

Zhan Xia Ge was silent for a long time, and it was not until Zhao Haiping thought that he would not answer this question anymore that Zhan Xia Ge said in a strange voice: "In the end, because of this kind of training, there are only twenty-seven classmates left around me. Three times I myself fainted at the training ground, and one of my best friends in the barracks stopped beating when he fainted. Artificial respiration was ineffective, so that his oxygen inhalation was ineffective, and the use of a small pacemaker was ineffective, the instructor was really anxious at that time, so he simply cut his chest with a fighting saber, broke his ribs, held his heart with his hand, and forcibly used this perverted method to help him regain his heartbeat. We all looked stupidly at the brother whose chest was cut open and blood kept pouring out, and we all thought he was dead, but ...... This brother of mine has really regained his heartbeat, and he really survived! ”

Zhao Haiping's mouth opened wide, he stared blankly at the silent battle hero song, Zhao Haiping for the first time in his heart, the battle hero song that was so strong that it was almost not like a human surging an emotion of pity. If you want to achieve extraordinary achievements, you must first learn to work hard, the world only sees the strength and toughness of the man Zhan Xia Ge, but who knows that under his tenacious camel-like vitality and terrible military technology that can almost be called a killing machine, what is hidden is the purgatory of life and death that ordinary people can't imagine at all, let alone dare to imagine!

Zhao Haiping said comfortingly: "Fortunately, he is still alive after all!" ”

"I think he'd rather not come back to life himself!"

Zhan Xia Ge's face was full of bitterness, and he said softly: "The instructor's hand made his heart beat again, but it also caused his unavoidable wound to be infected by bacteria. He was taken by helicopter to the nearest military hospital, where he spent two months and twelve days in the intensive care unit, and when he reappeared in front of us, he looked like a ...... Mummy! A dry corpse that has no vitality, no more laughter, and can only sit helplessly in a wheelchair in a daze at us! He received a compensation that is not small in the eyes of normal people, he no longer has to undergo this inhuman training, he can enjoy state allowances and subsidies every month, he can have no worries about food and clothing, and he can no longer struggle to live! ”

A faint light flashed in Zhan Xia Ge's eyes, but he insisted on pressing that ray of water back into his body, which is probably also the ability of "water training" to defeat biological instincts left in this strong man, right?

"But as his brother, I know that he would rather never open his eyes again, and with the glory of being a warrior, draped in a five-star red flag, buried by us in that desert. Instead of having to live with a wheelchair for the rest of your life and survive under the pitiful gaze of others for the rest of your life! ”

Zhan Xia Ge handed the kettle to Zhao Haiping, "Drink!" You're still a normal person, don't compare yourself to us! Don't let me be in the desert and dig the grave of my seventh brother! ”

Zhao Haiping took the kettle and took a sip of it, he understood that the reason why Zhan Xia Ge would talk to him so much, and why he would tell him some unbearable past, was just to hope that he could drink at least three times more fresh water than Zhan Xia Ge!

Following the master of Zhan Xia Ge, what Zhao Haiping can do now is to do his best to cooperate with Zhan Xia Ge, so that he will not fall, so that he can accompany Zhan Xia Ge to their victory, or accompany Zhan Xia Ge and fall on the last battlefield of their lives together!

Zhan Xia Ge suddenly tilted his head sideways to show an expression of attentive listening, he took out a piece of earthy yellow canvas cut from the tent of the Chechen guerrillas from his backpack, and spread out the whole canvas with a shake of his hands, covering him and Zhao Haiping. The two men grabbed the two corners of the canvas and continued to lie down under the bushes.

"Da Da Da ......"

The heavy machine gun on the helicopter rang out, and the bullets swept fiercely from more than twenty meters away from Zhan Xia Ge and them, Zhao Haiping was so frightened that he almost jumped up, Zhan Xia Ge closed his eyes and said, "Don't move!" They're just playing the trick of knocking on the mountain and shaking the tiger, flying so high, it's hell to see us! At most, we will follow the footprints we have left behind and make a tentative attack there. Hit it, hit it, bullet casings are a good thing, it's better to drop a little more. ”

(To be continued)