Shen Jiao lost interest after watching the farce for a while, closed the window and continued to sleep, these two women are not good things, let them go dog eat dog, it is best to lose both before relieving their anger!

Of course, it is impossible to lose both, Master Huang pulled the two apart, and he asked Aunt Huang to take two yuan out, which was regarded as Xu Guanghui's medical expenses, and Aunt Xu naturally did not follow and made a lot of noise.

In the end, it was the almighty street director who came forward to solve the problem, and asked the Huang family to add three yuan, a total of five yuan to the Xu family, five yuan is actually a lot, but Aunt Xu is extremely dissatisfied, her psychological price is one hundred yuan, and five yuan has a hairy use.

Aunt Xu was unhappy, and Aunt Huang was even more unhappy, her five cents hurt tightly, and five yuan was even more painful than cutting her flesh with a blunt knife.

"Don't be better, director, you can see it, it's not that my family doesn't pay money, it's that she doesn't want it!"

Aunt Huang quickly put the five yuan into her pocket, moving faster than the magician, the big guy couldn't see it clearly, Master Huang didn't make a sound, he was more painful than his wife, since Aunt Xu refused to accept the money, it was the best, save the five yuan for her son to move around, no matter how much it spent, they had to rescue the son.

For the sake of their precious son, these two people don't care about money anymore, as long as they can save their son's life, they will not hesitate to go bankrupt.

Aunt Xu didn't follow herself, and began to scream and scold again, the street director was annoyed, and lost her temper, but she was shocked, Aunt Xu accepted five yuan, scolded and left, and the following also returned to quiet.

Shen Jiao breathed a long sigh of relief, but it could be regarded as stopping, but she couldn't sleep anymore, so she simply got up and knitted a sweater, the sweater was repaired and knitted for Han Qi, and the cashmere used had a good warmth effect, and I didn't know how cold it was on the plateau, so it was always good to have a little more.

Although she didn't know Han Qixiu's specific address, things could be sent, Han Qixiu said that as long as they were sent to Nanping, someone would send them over there, and the same would be true for the letters.

The sweater has been knitted almost halfway, the coffee-colored fine wool, she specially bought the thin one, so that the knitted sweater is more elastic and warmer, thinking of Han Qixiu who is far away on the plateau, Shen Jiao's heart is gloomy, sighing, and the unstoppable acacia rolls in, and I don't know if he received the beef jerky and beef sauce sent back to the past.

Snowy plateau

The weather in the inland at this time is still a little hot, but here it is cold to the bones, snow-capped, and there are crystal glaciers hanging on the rock walls, some glaciers are even tens of thousands of years, the real 10,000-year-old ice, long-term ice.

In this mysterious snowy region, there is no vegetation except white and white, not even moss can be seen, there are no animals, and it is as quiet as a dead field, and even birds passing by will rush by, without even screaming.

In the depths of the snow-capped mountains, you can faintly see many black spots, and when you get closer, you can see that there are actually a lot of low tents, and there are quite a few of them, this is the temporary base of the Blood Eagle Brigade that Han Qixiu is in charge of.

When he first arrived on the plateau, he was not in a hurry to carry out large-scale training, but to gradually exercise the soldiers' ability to resist the plateau, not a person who grew up on the plateau, even if his physical fitness was good, it was impossible to adapt to the plateau all at once, and the special forces were no exception.

At the beginning, he couldn't adapt to the plateau, he couldn't even stand up, and he stayed on the plateau for a month before he gradually adapted, and even more resistant to the plateau than the locals, and only he knew the hardships.

"Insist, there is still the last mile, grit your teeth and run for Lao Tzu!" Han Qixiu yelled at the soldiers.

A group of soldiers staggered and ran with blue faces, not running, it should be said that they were walking, as if they were drunk, some people really couldn't hold on, they just lay down on the ground, never wanting to get up again, and some people kept vomiting, almost collapsed, and very few could hold on.

"Hold on! Do you want to be returned? I only gave you a month and a half, and now half a month has passed, if you still can't adapt to the plateau, then you can only go back, my Blood Eagle Brigade can't tolerate waste. Han Qixiu said coldly.

He himself had a month to adapt to back then, so he relaxed half a month for his soldiers, and if he couldn't adapt in a month and a half, he could only be sent back to the original unit, and he Han Qixiu couldn't afford this kind of undetermined subordinates.

These nationally selected Blood Eagle members are the top existence of each unit, and there is absolutely no problem with their physical fitness, dozens of times stronger than ordinary people, as long as they are strong-willed, there is nothing that altitude sickness cannot overcome, and there is only one reason why they cannot be overcome, that is, they are not strong-willed.

In his blood eagle, no one with a strong will will will be allowed to smear him!

As a blood eagle, you must have a strong will as steel, and as long as you have a breath, you can stand up and continue to kill the enemy!

Han Qixiu's words stimulated everyone, and most of them stood up and continued to run forward at a snail speed, although they vomited while running, and they couldn't even see the runway clearly, but they still persevered.

Becoming a Blood Eagle is the noblest ideal of every soldier, they have gone through a lot of hardships to get here, how can they be willing to be returned?

Even if you die, you have to die in this snowy land!

"him altitude sickness, Lao Tzu is not afraid of you, Lao Tzu is a blood eagle!"

Suddenly, a soldier screamed wildly, rushed forward like a bullet, like a bullet fired, running fast, Han Qixiu's face changed slightly, and he secretly screamed badly, so he hurriedly rushed forward, but this soldier seemed to have taken an aphrodisiac, and the speed was amazing, and it took Han Qixiu a long time to catch up.

"Knock"

Han Qixiu angrily punched the back of the neck of the running soldier, and the soldier fell to the ground, his face already bruised, and his breathing was weak.

"Medic!"

Han Qixiu pulled the oxygen mask from the side, put it on the soldier, and then pulled his throat, the military doctor who was already on standby next to him ran over, not fast, but still out of breath, in fact, the military doctor who came to the plateau was also specially selected, and if he was not in good physical condition, he would not be able to come at all, otherwise Han Qixiu would have dragged Guan Yu over.

It's a pity that Guan Yue now has a wife and a daughter, and he is not interested in blood eagles and blood wolves at all, and he is old, and he can't bear the abuse of the plateau, but Guan Yue still recommended his apprentice, a very good young military doctor, surnamed Sun, who has just been withdrawn from the southwest battlefield and has very rich battlefield rescue experience.

Doctor Sun finally ran to Han Qixiu and began to examine the fainting soldier, his face was a little heavy: "It's very dangerous, you have to send it down quickly." ”

Han Qixiu's face sank, this was already the tenth, and in just half a month, ten soldiers had been sent down because of severe altitude sickness, and sending them down meant that they had left the Blood Eagle team and would never come back.