A pursuing force of Chechen [***] forces, Afghan guerrillas and East Turkistan Liberation Organization terrorists came to a halt on the edge of the desert.

"The Chinese [***] people have fled into the desert, they have not been reinforced, they don't have enough food, they don't have too much water, they can't cross this desert at all, as long as we get stuck on the edge of the desert, we can block them alive."

The proposal of the Supreme Commander of the pursuing force is not wrong at all from a military and practical point of view, but from a political point of view, it is a big mistake!

Amirali, the supreme commander of the Chechen [***] armed base, and the supreme commander of the Afghan guerrillas, they almost didn't discuss much, and they directly threw a dead order to the pursuing troops: "Chase, chase in immediately!" To live to see people, to die to see corpses! Even if their corpses are pecked by vultures to the point that there are only a few bones left, you will have to pick up their bones for me! As for the equipment you need, we will continue to airdrop it to you by helicopter. ”

The supreme commander of the Afghan guerrillas said to Amira: "There are more than 20 of our Afghan guerrillas in the pursuit team, each of them is an elite who is proficient in mountain and desert warfare, they are in the desert, like an eagle flying into the sky, like a horse running into the wilderness, you just wait to see the corpses of the two [***] people!" ”

Afghanistan is originally mountainous and desert-rich, and when these guerrillas confronted the Soviet army, they relied on the mountains and deserts to constantly fight guerrilla warfare, and it is not wrong to say that they are experts in desert operations and survival.

At the unanimous insistence of the three commanders, the pursuit force of more than 200 people chased them into the desert with only a slight replenishment of water, and in the afternoon of the same day, the helicopter personally commanded by Amirali brought them a large number of materials and equipment necessary for the survival of the desert.

For three days in a row, every day the helicopter would deliver some supplies to the ground troops, and every day they would fly over the desert trying to find the traces of Zhan Xia Ge and Zhao Haiping, as long as they exposed their positions in the desert without any shelter, it would never be possible to escape the pursuit of the helicopter heavy machine gun fire.

On the fourth day, Amira's bodyguard captain Ma Kai-shek refused to fly the helicopter to the desert core. Ma Kai-shek's attitude was very clear: "They have gone far enough in four days, if we still swagger over their heads, I dare not guarantee that we can escape back into the mountains before the Russian Air Force shoots us down." Moreover, it is now clear that those two [***] people also know the desert, and they have clearly prepared ways to prevent our air attacks before fleeing into the desert. ”

There is also a very important problem, that is, whether it is the world's most stingy "East Turkistan Liberation Organization" terrorists, or the poor and white Afghan guerrillas, or the Chechen [***] army, whose veterans can only use dried cow dung instead of tobacco leaves, they do not have satellite positioning devices, let alone any satellite communication equipment; after entering the desert for hundreds of kilometers, their rudimentary communication equipment has been affected by the desert climate and temperature difference, and has lost contact with the base.

Without the guidance of the ground forces, just relying on a helicopter to stupidly go over the desert to find two [***] people who are proficient in camouflage technology, what is the difference between looking for a needle in a haystack?!

Five days later, Zhan Xia Ge and Zhao Haiping stopped after crossing a mountain desert with a width of one hundred and four kilometers.

This montane desert is dotted with mountains that do not grow vegetation, separated by dry basins. Judging from the map, they only walked one hundred and four kilometers in four days, but they had to conquer one mountain range after another, including one with an uneven drop of more than two thousand meters.

This kind of alpine desert climbing is surprisingly physically exertional, and the oxygen in the alpine desert at high latitudes is scarce, which accelerates physical fatigue. If you climb a high mountain in the dark and do not have sufficient lighting equipment, it is very easy to have accidents, Zhan Xia Ge and Zhao Haiping can only withstand the bright sun that they hate more and more when they look at it, step on the yellow sand where the temperature exceeds 60 degrees and can scald eggs, and advance little by little during the day.

In less than four days, the fresh water carried by the two people had been basically consumed, and shaking the military kettle with only a thin layer of clear water left, Zhan Xia Ge and Zhao Haiping looked at each other and smiled bitterly.

There was really no way, although they knew the importance of water, but they really lacked containers for water, and they had to carry heavy weapons and ammunition.

Although he still rested once an hour, during the break, Zhan Xia Ge could only acquiesce to Zhao Haiping to start reducing the intake of fresh water. Every time he lay down, Zhao Haiping felt that his whole body was sore, and he didn't want to get up again, and he would fall into a deep sleep within a minute, but when it was twenty minutes, he could always miraculously wake up again.

Once Zhan Xia Ge clearly saw that when Zhao Haiping was applying lip balm to his dry lips, he stared blankly at the small tube of lip balm in his hand. If it weren't for the fact that this lip balm was really important in the desert, if it weren't for the fact that this lip balm was too small and really didn't have much effect, Zhao Haiping would really swallow the whole lip balm with a little moisture in it!

Finding that Zhan Xia Ge was staring at him, Zhao Haiping raised his head and tried to squeeze out a smile at Zhan Xia Ge, Rao is Zhan Xia Ge was as determined as iron, and he couldn't help but have a sour nose, Zhao Haiping's smile looked like he was ...... Cry!

On the fifth day, when Zhao Haiping woke up, he saw that Zhan Xia Ge was still sleeping on the ground and did not get up. Zhao Haiping jumped up and shook off the sand from his body, and although he wrapped his head tightly in the clothes he had ripped off the enemy's body while he slept, there were still sand grains that got into his ears.

When Zhao Haiping removed the canvas on Zhan Xia Ge's body, he was really stunned.

The strong warrior song, like a machine, will never be defeated by the enemy, let alone be intimidated, is now lying on the ground with a pale face, he is ...... Constant trembling!

On some of the skin and muscles on his body that were exposed on the outside of his clothes, there were even spasms with different symptoms, and Zhao Haiping reached out and put his hand on Zhan Xia Ge's forehead. Cold, he only felt that the forehead of Zhan Xia Ge was wet and cold, and that strange touch made him involuntarily think of snakes!

Zhao Haiping took off the strip of cloth he had used to prevent the loss of water in his body caused by breathing through his mouth while sleeping, and shouted loudly while shaking the battle song: "Master, what's wrong with you?!" ”

Zhan Xia Song didn't answer him, he just unconsciously let out a few dry and astringent moans from his mouth.

Zhao Haiping couldn't imagine that he could still smile calmly when he was shot by a bullet, and he didn't even inject morphine, he used a sterilized tiger tooth fighting saber to rip out the bullets on his body.

Looking at the song that suddenly became such a warrior song, Zhao Haiping was really frightened! He grabbed his kettle, which was already empty, and he grabbed the jug of the Battle Hero Song and shook it vigorously, thankfully, there was still a little sound of water coming from inside. Zhao Haiping opened the mouth of Zhan Xia Ge and poured all the remaining water in the kettle into Zhan Xia Ge's mouth. Then he stretched out his right hand, exerted his strength, and pinched the middle of the warrior song fiercely, grabbed a canvas with his left hand and used it as a fan, and fanned the wind against the warrior singer with all his might.

After a lot of busyness, Zhan Xia Ge finally barely opened his eyes, but his eyes full of sharp aura, those red as blood, with a demonic aura that could make gods and demons retreat for it, were gone!

All that was left in his eyes now was confusion and an unsettling emptiness.

"Master, how are you?" Zhao Haiping grabbed the battle hero song and shook it violently, he hissed and cried: "Battle hero song, don't scare me!" What the hell is wrong with you, how am I supposed to make you better?! Tell me!! ”

Zhao Haiping reversed the marching kettle of Zhanxia Song, slapped it a few times in his palm, and finally threw out a little water from the kettle, Zhao Haiping directly slapped the last bit of water on the forehead of Zhanxia Song.

Zhan Xia Ge opened his mouth and struggled hard for a long time before squeezing out a few words: "I may have suffered from ...... Hot prostration! ”

Hot prostration!

really didn't receive much wilderness survival training, Zhao Haiping really didn't understand what this was and what consequences it would have on people, but as long as he heard the words "heat prostration", and then looked at the current state of Zhan Xia Ge, no matter how stupid Zhao Haiping was, he also understood that the current Zhan Xia Ge was on the verge of life and death.

If it weren't for the strict training that Zhan Xia Ge had received, if it weren't for the fact that Zhan Xia Ge had too tenacious vitality, if it weren't for the reason why Zhan Xia Ge had to live in his heart, he instinctively supported the last bit of life fire, and in his current state, he would never have been able to see the sun today!

Zhan Xia Ge tried to stare at a pair of eyes, his hands were clenched tightly, and the sound of over-exerted bone joints erupted from time to time in the white knuckles, he tried his best to make his consciousness more sober, Zhao Haiping stood aside with tears in his eyes, and kept fanning Zhan Xia Ge with a canvas, but it seemed that this could not make Zhan Xia Ge any better.

"Warrior Song, tell me, what should I do, what should I do, to help you cure this damn heat prostration?!" Zhao Haiping hissed, "Master, I beg you, tell me what I should do!" You'll at least tell me what a heat prostration is! ”

Zhan Xia Ge stared at his big eyes, staring blankly at the blue sky above his head, out of the instinct to fight death, he began to answer Zhao Haiping's question mechanically: "Heat prostration, a large loss of identity salt, and no normal replenishment of the body's necessary water caused by symptoms. Symptoms include headache, confusion, restlessness, profuse sweating, weakness, dizziness, cramps, paleness, and damp and cold skin. Immediately after the occurrence of these symptoms, the following measures should be taken: place the patient in a cool place, lay him on a stretcher, or similar object, lift him about eighteen inches off the ground, loosen his clothes, splash water on him, fan him, and give him a small amount of water every three minutes. Make sure he doesn't move and let him get plenty of rest. ”

"Tell me, eighteen inches is tall, you tell me!" At this time, Zhao Haiping really wanted to slap himself a few times, and he hissed: "I don't know how tall eighteen inches is!" ”

Zhao Haiping shook the battle song with all his might, and tears gushed out from Zhao Haiping's eyes.

If he hadn't drunk the fresh water that already belonged to the Battle Hero Song, and if the War Hero Song hadn't helped him carry at least half of the weight, the Battle Hero Song wouldn't have become like this at all! Whenever he could enjoy those twenty minutes of rest after an hour in the desert, Zhao Haiping rubbed his eyes from the shadow behind the sand dunes, and he could always see the warrior song on a relatively high position, holding an automatic rifle and guarding them.

Every day when it was time to camp at night, Zhan Xia Ge would always help Zhao Haiping build a rest place that was more suitable for physical recovery. He will always help Zhao Haiping carefully check the location of the camp, whether there are poisonous snakes and scorpions, and the temperature in the desert at night will only be more than ten degrees, this strong temperature difference will make Zhao Haiping tremble all over, so every time Zhan Xia Ge helps Zhao Haiping dig a sand pit, lying in the sand pit that still carries the residual temperature of the sun, and his body is covered with layers of thin layers of yellow sand, that feeling is like returning to the warm embrace.

Zhan Xia Ge himself just took a piece of canvas and covered it on his body.

Fifty days of jungle guerrilla warfare, excessive anger and sadness, and non-stop crazy battles have greatly damaged the physical and mental health of Zhan Xia Ge, even though he has received some "water training", but he is a human after all, not a real machine!

Only drink in the desert every day, normal people must consume one-third of the amount of water every day, help Zhao Haiping carry a part of the ammunition, so that the weight on his body has exceeded fifty kilograms, during the day in the process of marching in the alpine desert, he has almost no rest, and at night, he has to use tools to help Zhao Haiping dig a sand pit.

In this case, Warrior Song finally fell ill.

Zhan Xia Ge tilted his head and thought for a long time before he replied uncertainly: "Report to the instructor, eighteen inches, it seems to be ...... Forty-six centimeters! ”

Zhao Haiping's fiery tears smashed Zhan Xia Ge's face, Zhan Xia Ge licked his lips, he tasted the faint saltiness of tears, he stared at his big eyes suspiciously, and asked, "Hey, why are you crying?" ”

"I hurt you, I dragged the master down!"

Zhao Haiping, a rugged man, was shocked and frightened at this moment, deep remorse and self-blame knocked him down, and he knelt down in front of the war hero song and cried loudly.

Zhan Xia Ge stretched out his hand and patted Zhao Haiping comfortingly, and said, "I'm your master, no matter what, as a master, you can't let your apprentice die in front of you, right?" Although you are very stupid and very vegetable, you have a good heart and are willing to study hard, I like you! I dragged you to the battlefield, even if I die, I have to let you go back alive! Hey...... How can there be such a big golden circle in front of me?! Could it be a big mooncake? The mooncakes are good, I'm really hungry now, bring that big mooncake and we can have a good meal. I will give my apprentice Zhao Hai a big piece equally, I, the master, only need to leave a small piece is enough, who called me a master?! It's so miserable to be a master!! ”

This is probably the so-called mental confusion in the symptoms of heat prostration, right?

Listening to the straightforwardness of the heart of the war hero song without any concealment, and listening to the nonsense of the war hero song, Zhao Haiping hugged the war hero song trembling all over, and he couldn't cry anymore.

"Crying for what?" Zhan Xia Ge glared, raised his face of pride, and said: "Let me tell you a secret, when I was only five years old, I was forced by my father to be at minus one, two, thirty, forty degrees Celsius, anyway, it was a very cold and snowy day to go out to practice long-distance running, I fell into a ravine, the whole ravine was covered with ice and a layer of snow, and there was a stupid monkey standing at the bottom of the ravine, almost frozen. Hehe, I really didn't expect there to be monkeys on our mountain! But, hehe, the ravine that even the monkeys did not conquer, I climbed up with force! Since then, I have learned a truth, that is, never give up! Because...... I'm a warrior song! ”

Zhao Haiping's body shook violently, he looked at Zhan Xia Ge as if he had returned to his childhood, bringing out a trace of innocence and purity, and even more indescribable pride, he found that it was not until this moment that he really understood the source of the almost endless power in Zhan Xia Ge!

"Since then, I have learned a truth, and that is to never give up! Because...... I'm a warrior song! ”

It is because of these two sentences that an ordinary man has become extraordinary! It is because of these two sentences that he is the hero song that dominates the world!

Zhao Haiping put the two military backpacks together, and then he carefully put the warrior song on it, he stared at the pale face and kept trembling, but he gritted his teeth desperately, and did not let out a moaning warrior song. This man is so proud, this pride has melted into his bones, so proud that even if he loses consciousness, he still stubbornly supports the backbone of a man!

"Master, I won't let you die, no matter what, I will definitely take you out of this desert!" Zhao Haiping stared at the battle hero song and shouted loudly: "Because this is my promise to the master, because ...... I'm Zhao Haiping! ”

(To be continued)