Camels are an important means of transportation for our advance into the sand sea, and if they are badly damaged, then this operation will have to be cancelled.

In desperation, I climbed over the low wall again, and a layer of burned bats was scattered on the sand of the camel circle, black as dead plane leaves. Most of these bats have fangs and exaggerated mouths, maintaining the tragic state they were in before they died.

Stepping on a bat carcass, like stepping on a pad of meat, "creaks". The camels had long since stopped neighing, and their heads spun in circles, some of them tearing the nooses that tied their heads from time to time, trying to turn their heads and lick their wounds.

I took the wolf-eye flashlight off Thompson and went to observe the camel casualties.

There were three piles of bones on the ground, which had been trampled apart by the other camels, and were scattered across the ground. Judging from the eerie skull alone, this is supposed to be the remains of three camels.

As a result of the storm last night, the camel's back mats were removed, and now the camel's back is the most seriously injured area: at least it is a bloody opening, and at worst it is a fleshy one.

There was a camel's two humps, and half of the flesh on its back that had even been gnawed away by bats, revealing white bones. It hung its head on the ground, foaming at the mouth, and seemed to have no strength to dying.

I used a flashlight to shine a flashlight on the camel that had lost its hump and had fallen to its knees, and said to Gao Moli: "It's so miserable, I guess this camel won't live long." ”

As soon as I finished speaking, it suddenly raised its head with difficulty, blinked its eyes, and let out a long hissing at me and Gao Moli in a whimpering voice, which was full of sadness and seemed to plead.

I couldn't help but tremble in my heart, and a sense of powerless pathos abruptly arose, as if I was watching my comrades' lives hanging by a thread on the battlefield, but I was powerless to help!

Gao Moli looked at the camel that had lowered its head again, in pain, and suddenly pulled out his copper pith sword from behind his back. In an instant, I understood his intentions!

I grabbed Gao Moli's hand holding the sword and shouted in surprise: "It's miserable enough!" You can't kill it! ”

Gao Moli's hand holding the copper pith sword did not move like a statue, his eyes were cold, and he said lightly: "It, it needs to die." ”

When life is irretrievable, it is better to end happily than to die painfully! I suddenly understood that this "warrior" who had walked in the desert countless times, and the last sound of its desperate strength just now was actually begging us to give it a ride!

I didn't say anything more, and slowly let go of my hand.

Gao Moli swung the copper pith sword, the blue light was like a charm, and the sharp sword pierced into the throat of the camel at an extremely fast speed! A splatter of blood splattered out, outlining a bewitching red on the sand! The red color is the color of the end of life.

The camel stopped whimpering, and its barely supported body collapsed like a collapsing mountain. Its eyes slowly closed, and its scarred face showed the serenity of death.

Gao Moli was like a general on the battlefield, personally sending away the dying soldiers.

He pulled the copper pith sword out of the camel's throat, and the blood on the blade continued to drip down like melted red ink.

Avanti, the guide who climbed into the camel pen, happened to see this scene, and he scolded in stiff Chinese: "You guys! You killed my camel! ”

He hurriedly walked towards us, looking at the injured camel beside him as he walked, and said to himself in distress: "Great Anda, what have these poor camels been through!" I shouldn't have brought them here! ”

As he spoke, Avanti had already come to our side, and looking at the camel with a patch of white bones exposed, he suddenly understood why Gao Moli did this.

The wizened Uighur guide, Avanti, crossed his arms over his chest, saluted Gao Moli, then squatted down, touched the camel's head, and said nothing.

The black bull smashed the hole in the wall, and everyone got out. The remaining dozen or so black-clothed people, looking at the bones of their companions scattered on the ground, hugged "Huwei" tightly with both hands, surrounded the sixth master, and stood against the wall.

Zhang Xuefeng blew the whistle of the assembly, and the fake mercenaries lurking around quickly gathered together, this group of well-trained men, some of them were bitten on the arm, and some were scratched on the neck.

Gu Yixin took out a medicine box, skillfully pumped the potion into the syringe, and injected an antibiotic into each injured fake mercenary.

Gao Moli and I stepped on the carcass of the bat and walked out of the camel pen, and just after a few steps, suddenly, my ankle stabbed like several steel needles piercing in together.

I stopped all of a sudden, and subconsciously shone my flashlight at my feet, and I was shocked to find a huge bat, burned with only half of its wings, and it was biting my ankle with its head cocked.

"!" I cursed, grabbed Thompson from his shoulder, and smashed the bat's head into the sand like mashed garlic.

Gao Moli glanced back at me and asked, "What's wrong?" ”

"It's okay, a bat isn't dead." As I spoke, I followed him over the low wall.

"Old Su!" Gu Yixin shouted at me and beckoned me to come over.

As soon as I got closer, Gu Yixin spoke: "The situation is a bit bad, five of Qin Lao Liu's people died, and eight of them were seriously injured!" Also, we ran out of antibiotics we had brought. ”

I glanced at it and saw that Zhang Xuefeng had already taken the group of fake mercenaries and carried the injured people to the corner one after another. Most of these people were bitten to expose the white bones on their arms or legs, and they all wailed incessantly.

I said to Gu Yixin: "They are all seriously injured and have to be sent to the hospital immediately." In addition, most of these carnivorous bats carry the rabies virus, and once they are bitten by bats, antibiotics alone may not help. I am afraid that our Sand Sea Action Plan is coming to an end. ”

Gu Yixin was noncommittal to my proposal, and continued to ask: "What about the camel?" Is the injury serious? ”

"The camel's skin is coarse and rough, and the condition is relatively better, and there are six or seven people who are slightly injured......"

Without waiting for me to finish, the corners of Gu Yixin's eyebrows flew, and the frowning brows that had been furrowed before suddenly stretched out, and said, "That's good!" This operation may not stop there! ”

After that, she patted me on the shoulder and motioned for me to go with her to find the sixth master.

The sixth master was wrapped in an overcoat, hiding behind the row of black-clothed people with his neck, and when he saw me and Gu Yixin walking towards him, he waved his hand to let everyone disperse and asked them to help Zhang Xuefeng clean up the mess.

Before we could speak, the sixth master asked with concern, "How are the camels?" ”

I told me about the situation in the camel pen, pointed to the wounded who were wailing by the wall, and said, "Your people have suffered heavy casualties, we must stop the operation in the sand sea and send them to the hospital, otherwise, they may only die!" ”

The sixth master smiled, and said in a long voice: "How can there be an action that does not die?" What are you afraid of when you die! As long as there are living people, as long as there are camels, this operation in the sand sea must continue! ”