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Back in time three hours ago, Stark, who built the steel armor Mark 1, managed to escape under the cover of Ethan, but the quality of the hand-made Mark 1 was so poor that the rocket backpack just let him fly. After more than ten kilometers, it smashed into the desert.

The strong desire to survive made him struggle to crawl out of the sand. Looking at the scorching sun that was about to hit his head, Stark wailed, looked at his dirty shirt, and after a few stabs. , a simple sun hat made up of tattered pieces of cloth was added to his head.

Tony Stark was very grateful at the moment that he had learned the knowledge of survival on a whim. He also paid a lot of money to hire a female survival expert to teach him. Although he taught him at the end, he went to bed, but Stark Still keep in mind the teaching of the female expert, try not to expose yourself to the sun in the desert, and be in the shade if you can. If there is no shade, then make a shade.

After confirming the general direction, Stark walked through the desolate Gobi and desert as soon as he went deep and shallow. Under the scorching sun, the air in the distance began to twist, and waves of heat waved towards him. .

High temperature, lack of water, injury, these unfavorable factors mixed together, took turns to fight, tormenting Stark, and even at that moment, Stark wanted to give up, but when he thought of Ethan who died for him, Stark Ke has a strong vision to live again, and he wants to avenge Ethan!

After climbing over one sandy mountain after another, Stark saw a few yellow-bricked earth-shattering houses appear on the distant horizon.

"People?" First, he spat hard on his hand, and then wiped his fingers. Then Stark carefully rubbed his eye sockets, opened his bloodshot eyes, and stared carefully into the distance.

After confirming that it was not an illusion, Stark immediately rushed over with the last ounce of strength.

One thousand meters, five hundred meters, three hundred meters, and just a few dozen meters away from those houses, the door of the earth house in the middle was suddenly pushed open with a creak.

Stark rolled on the spot and rolled into the low-lying land on the side of the dirt road, and then he secretly raised his head to look at the dirt house.

Several armed soldiers with cloth-wrapped heads walked out of them in combat uniforms and with large sand-colored scarves around their necks.

"Damn it!" Stark's heart froze when he saw that the other party's dress was so similar to the militants, but what happened next made his cold little heart instantly hot.

Several militants seemed to be arguing about something, which was very intense. Then one of the militants headed suddenly threw his weapon to his companion, and then he fell on the ground and did push-ups, while his companion began to chatter. What, every now and then he made a few giggles. Suddenly the laughing militant said something in English.

"You call this a push-up? My grandma does it better than yours!"

"Shut up, you idiot, you said no english when you came! Speak the local dialect for me!"

Hearing this familiar English, Stark decided to take a gamble, shouted first not to shoot, and then stood up from the mound with his hands up.

"Who, don't move!"

The militants also responded quickly, and before Stark's voice fell, the black muzzle was already pointed at him.

"I'm Tony Stark! Who are you?" Stark tore off the rags around his head and looked at each other with chapped lips.

"Tony Stark?" The leading militant tore off the scarf wrapped around his head, revealing a shaggy white face.

"We are the True Son Commando of the Titans. I'm Captain Gideon. I'm here to find you!" The white man motioned his subordinates to put down their weapons and stepped forward to shake hands with Stark.

"That's really good, can I have something to eat and drink?" Stark looked at the big hand stretched out in front of him, and his legs were about to fall when his legs softened. Fortunately, Gideon supported him.

"Just hold on, I'll notify the others immediately, Michelle, get some water!"

"Yes!" A soldier rushed into the room immediately, and after a few seconds he rushed out with a large kettle with a straw.

"Thank you!" Taking the heavy water bottle, Stark's throat wriggled, then he picked up the straw and sucked desperately.

"Huh? Hmm~" Meimei took a big mouthful of the water inside. Stark found that this thing was a little salty, and it also had the fragrance of some vegetables, which made him a little curious.

"This is our nutrient solution, which can relieve fatigue and replenish various elements. Drink slowly, we still have it! If it's not enough, I'll prepare a few jars for you when I call the plane!" Gideon saw that Sta K's doubts, explained.

"Mmmm, ummm~" Stark nodded sharply, then held the kettle and sucked it up.

After drinking nearly a liter of nutrient solution in one breath, Stark burped with satisfaction, and then took the chocolate and battlefield rations handed by Gideon and devoured it, not as weak as a few minutes ago.

"Mr. Stark, I have already helped you deal with your trauma, but there is nothing I can do about this on your chest!" While Stark was eating, the medical soldiers of the Gideon team had already given him a preliminary examination. Check and treat, wash and bandage some wounds, and at the same time write a summary of Stark's current injuries on a list, and then threw it to Stark.

"This is?"

"Outline your situation, so that after being sent to the hospital, the doctor can save the time for the initial examination and proceed directly to treatment!"

"Professional!" Stark suddenly had a little admiration for Fisher. He seemed to be just an ordinary soldier who handled injuries neatly. Such talents are treasures in the army. How did he dig them?

If Fisher was here and heard his question, he would definitely laugh at Stark. You usually say that money can solve everything, so why can't I? I think Fisher dug up a lot of specialties for the giant's high salary. Retired members of the army came to be instructors, and there were even several officers. It turned out that Fisher did a very beautiful job. The instructors hired by these giants taught their students what they had learned all their lives. In addition, from time to time in the war zone The fighters who belong to the giant gods are even comparable to the t1-level special forces personnel. Even in terms of weapons and equipment, it is even higher than them. After all, the giant god is still a first-class arms trading company, so the giant god's combat troops have the best of the giant god.