Young Master Officer’s Wife Pursuit

Get back on the road.

This way, there was basically no one talking.

Yan Gui's wounds still hurt. The scenes and sentences of the villagers just echoed in his mind. He had no energy and no intention to speak.

The three of Mo Shangyun were also responsible for the simplest communication.

Mo Shangyun reported the coordinates, geographic conditions, and village dangers one by one, and the whole process was to report except for the journey.

Before dawn, they passed through a village, where the village was in serious danger, but the people in charge were all alive, and soon the young and strong men who were not injured were organized and rescue and disaster relief had begun. In the face of Mo Shangjun's appeasement and accountability, they also expressed their understanding, and even burst into tears when they came when they were young and tired.

When leaving the village, Yan Gui's long-lost smile appeared on his face. He almost happily said to Mo Shangyun: "You see Mo Mo, this is not all true."

"Ok."

Mo Shangjun responded faintly.

There are good and bad.

But nothing bad.

At dawn, the only road leading to another village was blocked.

Mo Shangjun and others thought about it, and finally decided to go around, rolling in the middle with mud, waiting to bypass the road.

Then, the four stood on the muddy land, and did not recover for a long time.

The villages shown on the map could not find any trace in their field of vision.

Desolate.

The entire village, buried by a landslide, no longer exists.

Architecture, fields, villagers, nothing.

Under the faint morning light, they saw a tranquil natural landscape.

However, they seemed to see hell.

They stood for a few minutes without saying a word.

Finally, Mo Shangjun reported the situation of the village and said to the other three people, "Let's go."

She turned around for the first time and didn't look back.

*

After leaving the village along the original road, Mo Shangjun gave them a half-hour rest.

It is seven o'clock in the morning.

Last night I slept early, and I slept for less than an hour.

For the next eight or nine hours, they hardly closed their eyes.

Very tired.

From body to mind.

Simply the rain stopped.

They have no image at all, sitting muddy on the ground, eating compressed biscuits and drinking water numbly, solving the problem of food and clothing, and then seizing the time to close their eyes and sleep for a while.

In fact, I can't sleep at all.

There is no gossip, because no one knows where to start, only a heavy heart.

As soon as half an hour arrived, everyone got up quickly and quickly, and went to the next place without any delay.

Silence, silence, silence...

This seems to be the atmosphere they are most used to.

This is just the beginning.

In the next two days, these things I saw and experienced seemed to be the most common. Cruelty and disaster, time and time again, corroded and numb their living hearts little by little. There was little compassion and sorrow left.

In the middle, they encountered several aftershocks. At the most dangerous time, the entire team almost died of Huang Quan.

However, after avoiding the falling objects and the collapse of their feet, they stood stunned for a few seconds, as if nothing had happened, and continued to move forward calmly.

The shoes were worn, and the feet were all blisters and wounds. This real **** environment, the difficulty is unparalleled in the wild survival training they have participated in many times.

Thankfully, two days later, everyone insisted on reaching the end of the route with a healthy body.

The task ends.

But the young and energetic heart was full of holes.

－－－－－－Digression－－－－－－－

【1】

Earlier I said that this article is very crap, but later because some people said "more chapters", I deleted the topic. As a result, various questions emerged.

Let me say it again, this article is very crap: it is **** in the early stage, even more in the later stage. Not linked to reality at all.

【2】

The most recent chapter has more words, which is equivalent to the previous two changes.

The result was said again: there was only one change, no change; the price went up again.

Okay, really tired.

I update a chapter every day to reduce the number of words and satisfy some readers first.

【3】

Today I saw a comment that reminded me of an article that copied my profile. After the profile was changed by the palette, there were still imitation marks, but I didn’t care. But the end I don't care about is: the readers of this article actually ridiculed me to borrow plagiarism.

Buddha.

Let's put it this way, military texts, even if I write routines, then they will only routines.

【4】

A lot of broken things, plus the recent plot, a little more negative energy.

Please let go.