Chapter 142: The Ghost King
"The superiors' worries are right, Liu Yi's judgment and decisiveness on the environment are indeed stronger than mine......"
The scholar looked at the command paper in the big head's hand, was silent for two seconds, and whispered.
Seeing that the big head was about to speak, he raised his hand to interrupt him: "Now is not the time to talk about this, let's leave here first." ”
At the moment, several people are at the bottom, and once a new enemy appears, the position is extremely passive, and they must not wait for long.
The special combat team member codenamed "Fist" came over and handed the nameplate collected at the bottom of the valley to the scholar.
looked at the unconscious Liu Yi and said, "These are all killed by Brother Liu Yi." ”
In fact, there are more than 40 nameplates, many of which were shot by six people after going down to the bottom.
However, at this time, everyone realized that if it weren't for Liu Yi's death to lead away the large group of enemies coming from the side and back, the result of the previous battle would definitely be a different situation.
Especially the two people who complained about Liu Yi shooting at the air and waste snacks.
When he thought of their unashamed words, Liu Yi was leading more than a hundred enemies mixed with mercenaries in a desperate situation, and they all wanted to plunge their heads into the cracks in the stones.
I didn't even have the courage to take a look at Liu Yi.
In silence, the six of them carefully picked up Liu Yi and began to move towards the place where the cliff collapsed.
The passage had been cleared by the time it came, and the remaining enemies had all fled, and the process of returning to the ground was relatively smooth.
After merging with the four wounded who rushed over, they helped each other and rushed back to the previous battlefield to find the other seriously wounded man who was farming and guarding him.
Then, with the corpses of the fallen comrades, they began to move.
At midday, when the weather was at its hottest, the exhausted team took refuge in a sea buckthorn forest.
At this time, Liu Yi's heartbeat and breathing were already very weak, and his body temperature was hot.
The farmer put the last bit of water into the mouths of Liu Yi and another seriously injured man, turned his head and said to the scholar: "Neither of them is good, you must be treated immediately, otherwise you will ......."
A dozen or so fell silent.
The situation is in front of you, not to mention the farmer, everyone knows it.
When everyone was anxious and couldn't come up with a solution, the scholar pursed his lips tightly and fell silent.
After a while, his right hand reached into his waist.
After struggling for a long time, he buckled a matchbox-sized object from his belt.
Then, his eyes turned to several people in the same group.
The matchbox-sized thing is the GPS positioning transmitter handed over to each group leader by the organizing committee of the competition when boarding the helicopter.
It can be used when the group is facing insurmountable crises and force majeure difficulties.
However, after all, the competition area is overseas, and even if the positioning device is turned on, the team may not be able to get timely rescue.
Moreover, when the device is turned on, it means that the team terminates the match, subsequent kills will no longer be counted towards the score, and the return points will be deducted in full.
The scholar held the locator transmitter and did not speak any language.
However, several people in the group understood what he was thinking.
And I know that once the scholar starts positioning, the group's score in this competition is only the number of nameplates at the moment.
This means that in this competition, the ranking of the Southwest Military Region will once again be at the bottom.
Think about the expectations of the leaders before departure, the encouragement of comrades-in-arms, the commanders with gray sideburns, and the prepared celebration wine......
"Press!" the monk was the first to speak, and his tone was resolute.
"Agreed!" the farmer grabbed Liu Yi's hot hand and gritted his teeth to squeeze out a sentence.
"......" the big head was silent.
He is one of the few team members who has participated in two consecutive special forces competitions.
For the first time, because of his proposal, the group went straight from a big advantage to a bottom. If this time again......
The big head knows that his age is here, and there is no next chance.
During the struggle, he looked at Liu Yi's face, which was still pale under the high heat. There is also a chest that barely sees the undulation.
Between gritting his teeth, a wisp of scarlet blood leaked through the chapped part of his lips.
"Press!" the big head shouted as he turned his face away from his red eyes.
The scholar remained silent, and pressed the switch of the positioning device in silence......
The actions of the scholars were watched by several other special combat members.
Seeing that they gave up the game, no one felt sorry for them, some only respected and blamed themselves.
Esteemed.
It's because everyone already knows that there are several scholars, and they come from the Southwest Military Region, which has been at the bottom for several consecutive terms.
Seeing that they gave up the opportunity to compete for honor for the lives of their comrades-in-arms. Knowing how difficult it was to make this decision.
In fact, the four of them have another choice, that is, to return with Liu Yi as quickly as possible.
In that case, maybe you can get a better ranking in the return time, and with the nameplate in your hand at the moment, you can still have some opportunities to hit the high rankings.
Of course, if he did that, Liu Yi should have become a corpse on the way back.
Kick oneself.
It was because a few people saw it very clearly, and the scholars had snatched an armed truck, and they had enough ammunition and supplies in stock.
The team is also in very good shape.
If it weren't for the rescue of them, they would have been able to challenge for this year's championship.
In silence, the fist looked at his comrades in the same group around him.
Then, together, the gaze of the two fell on the face of another seriously wounded man.
After a silent exchange, the comrade-in-arms of the fist nodded his head resolutely.
"Scholar!" the fist shouted softly.
Seeing the scholar looking at him, his face hesitated for a while, but in an instant, he became resolute again.
Shen Sheng asked, "Is there a way to contact the organizing committee of the competition...... Our group...... Also give up the game. ”
Seeing another seriously injured man who was also in danger, everyone understood the choice of the fist.
The leader of their group was shot several times last night when he broke through with everyone to rob the car.
In order to prevent everyone from causing more casualties because of saving him, he held a grenade and died with the enemy who surrounded him.
At this time, there were only three people left in Riot's group, and among them was the seriously injured man.
Without the positioning device, the trio would not have been able to call for assistance even if they wanted to stop the game.
Although the scholar group sent a signal, the organizing committee did not know the situation and probably only sent a rescue helicopter.
Therefore, at this time, it is necessary to find a way to report the details.
The scholar nodded, and pulled out the previously seized satellite phone from his backpack.
After thinking for a moment, I dialed a number.
The scholar did not know how to contact the organizing committee, and he dialed the public number of the Liaison Office of the Military Region.
At the moment when he pressed the send button, the scholar stopped his movements, turned his head to look at Liu Yi, who was unconscious, and decisively deleted the number of the external liaison office and replaced it with another array.