The wind was blowing from the mountains, but it was hot on the soldiers of the third squad. The 81 automatic rifle lying across the camouflage rucksack was as hot as a burning stick in the stove.

A student suddenly took off his backpack, threw it on the ground, and collapsed: "There is no water, there is no road ahead, we are finished..."

His actions are contagious like a virus, one, two, three...

One by one, practitioners sat down among the weeds, silent, depressed, hopeless, resigned, with different expressions.

Liu Xiangdong gritted his teeth, the muscles around his cheeks trembled, and he felt dizzy. Water, he had already drank the water, and his extraordinary physical strength made him feel extremely tired. The pitifully horrendous but life-saving compressed biscuits are now giving the stomach a pantothenic throb and the urge to vomit.

He swallowed, suppressing the squirming of his stomach.

Looking at Xu Yuan and Chen Bin, the two have been crushed by the cruel facts, what else can I say for bringing a class into such a situation?

Apart from guilt, pain and despair, there was no other expression on Chen Bin and Xu Yuan's faces. This team has been completely desperate, in every way, including the spirit.

"Xu Yuan, let's turn back, walk back slowly, and go back to the mountain spring to replenish water. Once there is water, everything is easy to do. We can't drag it on here, otherwise there will be an accident."

Liu Xiangdong walked over and pulled Xu Yuan on the ground.

Xu Yuan stared at the bushes under the cliff without taking a word.

A student next to him suddenly scolded, "You motherfucker, isn't there a lot of truth when it comes to taking shortcuts?

Xu Yuan regained his senses, his face was blue and white.

Another student scolded: "Xu Yuan, Chen Bin, you've killed people! Usually, the whole class is finished with you, so you're cool!"

Xu Yuan couldn't help roaring: "Who are you scolding! Who are you scolding! Damn, didn't you all agree when I decided to take shortcuts? Now blame me?!"

The two practitioners jumped up like being pricked by needles, and shouted, "If you scold you, you will scold you, and they all blame you!"

Xu Yuan turned his head to face them, his eyes were burning like flames, his fists were clenched tightly, the two students did not show weakness, they confronted each other with the same expressions.

"What are you arguing about!? What time is it, and you're still messing around when you're about to die! It's good to save a little effort to walk!" Liu Xiangdong, who has always been the most inconspicuous, said at this time while carrying his gear, "Go! Are we waiting to die here!? Turn back! As long as we go back to the mountain spring, there will be water, and if we have water, we will not die. The big deal is to return to the meeting point later, and the grades are almost only! Survival is more important than anything else!"

These words were like a bowl of cold water, which awakened the restless students, and everyone returned to the current situation.

Indeed, at this time, it seems that it is meaningless to investigate who is right and who is at fault. There is no way forward, and food and water are in short supply. Nothing is more important than solving these problems and getting rid of the current predicament.

After all, more than a dozen students were strictly trained soldiers. Many of them quickly calmed down. Everyone once again carried their gear and followed Liu Xiangdong back on the same path.

From here, the distance to the intersection of the valley is 15 kilometers, and then from the intersection of the valley to the meeting point of Huzhen, a total of 35 kilometers of marching distance, which is equivalent to almost repeating today's journey.

The water for the entire class has basically run out. The heat and thirst tortured every soldier. After walking 5 kilometers, everyone's lips felt like they were petrified. He opened his mouth slightly, and stuck out his tongue like a snake spitting out a letter.

Everyone had to stop again.

Since last night, everyone has not eaten any rice, there is no water, and there is no way to cook at all, and there are very few compressed biscuits that are hard to swallow.

Everyone silently took out the dry food and wanted to eat it, but they couldn't enter it. They closed their eyes and shoved them into their mouths. The compressed biscuits that were chewed by their teeth were no different from sand. It was a kind of torture.

I don't know who ate too quickly and choked, coughing and spewing powder-like biscuits.

Chen Bin walked to a piece of thatch. The thatch here has not been cut for many years.

The thick thatch roots are white and tender like a scallion. Visually, it passes the test. When you chew it in your mouth, it is cool and sweet at first, and then there is a strange jerky taste.

He raised the thatch root in his hand to everyone and said, "This thing can last for a while."

A large piece of thatch was quickly chopped down, and many people ignored their cheeks and palms cut by the thatch, and couldn't wait to learn Chen Bin to chew the roots of the thatch.

Some unremoved soil mixed with saliva stuck to the corners of the mouth, and the soldiers' eyes ignited the flames of survival. As long as there was water in the plants, they were a kind of hope.

Half an hour later, in addition to getting supplements from the thatch roots, each person also cut some and put them in a satchel.

The team stood up again. Eleven strong backbones were burdened with failure, hesitation, hunger, and fear, but they were still upright.

At the end of the team, Liu Xiangdong felt that something was wrong with his body.

Qiang cheered up all the equipment on his back, looked up at the sun in the sky, and felt that the originally dazzling light turned a little dark and dim.

He thought that he had been sitting for a long time and the blood supply to the brain was insufficient, so he wanted to take a few steps to move around.

Suddenly, his mouth became salty, and his stomach surged. He spat out a mouthful of bile, and he started to spin, and then he fell straight down.

In an instant, darkness enveloped everything.

...

In the central elementary school in Hu Town, Class 7 is definitely the most dazzling protagonist tonight.

Not only was there a sufficient amount of pork tonight, the cooking team of each squadron cooked a large pot of mung bean soup today, with sugar in it, and you could drink it casually.

Tonight, the students in Class 7 let their stomachs eat and drink.

After taking a bath and hanging his beard, he solemnly checked his military appearance in front of a mirror in the school's communication room. He felt that although he was a little darker and thinner in the mirror, he had become more manly.

Just as the students of the Third Squadron were gobbling up their rice bowls on the school playground, in the temporary command post of the brigade, Wen Zhixing, the commander of the teaching brigade, frowned and looked at the map in front of him for more than ten minutes without looking at it. Move away for a moment.

The captain of the first squadron knocked on the wooden door that was already open, and before Wen Zhixing looked up from the map, he hurried to the table.

"Captain, class three hasn't come back yet." His tone was full of worry and anxiety.

Wen Zhixing looked at his watch.

It was already ten o'clock at night.

In the previous four days, I had never tried a class that was late for such a long time and did not return to the team.

"Have you asked the students from other classes in your squadron?"

"I have asked, and no one has encountered the third class on the way." Liu Jianwei, the captain of the first squadron, said: "It stands to reason that the third class is the third departure in the morning, although the routes of each class will be slightly different, but if they fall behind, then Many, there should be someone in the class that departs later who will meet them on the way."

Wen Zhixing took a long breath and asked again, "Did anyone hear the whistle for help and see the flare?"

Each squad is equipped with two whistles and a flare gun, plus five red flares.

Because the routes of each squadron are different, but each squadron has 12 classes, and the route difference between squads in the squadron is not too big, and the possibility of encounter is very high.

If some classes are in danger, or get lost and lose their way, they can keep blowing the whistle, and the sharp whistle can be heard for 2-3 kilometers in the quiet mountainous area.

The light of the red signal flare is very bright. The light emitted by a medium-caliber flare can reach 400,000 to 500,000 candles, and the duration is 25 to 35 seconds. You can see it from ten kilometers.

Liu Jianwei shook his head and said, "No, I have asked all the classes, including the second and third squadrons, and none of them said they saw the distress signal."

Wen Zhixing thought for a moment and immediately said, "Call Xiao Kecheng and all the other teachers right away."

Xiao Kecheng is the military instructor of the brigade headquarters, and he teaches topography. He is a master in this regard.

"Yes."

Just as Liu Jianwei turned around, Wen Zhixing stopped him again: "Wait."

"Captain, what's the matter?"

"In addition, I told the captain of the second and third squadrons to come to me. In this situation, I feel something is wrong, I am afraid that something will happen..."

Liu Jianwei's heart skipped a beat.

Does he not know there is a problem? It's just that he doesn't want to think in that direction.

The third squad is his own soldiers, and it is difficult for him to accept whoever has a problem.

"Okay, I'll go right away!"

After Liu Jianwei left, Wen Zhixing walked quickly to the door.

"Little Li! Come here!"

The correspondent Xiao Li, who had been sitting under the tree next to the temporary headquarters of the brigade, immediately bounced up.

"arrive!"

"You immediately contact the duty room of the division headquarters. I have an emergency here and I need to report it immediately!"

...

More than ten minutes later, with a chubby stomach, Zhuang Yan returned to the dormitory that had been temporarily converted from a classroom. Others in the three-district team were playing poker, and some were bragging about smoking.

Zhuang Yan went back to his bed, took off his shoes and lay down.

Today he was exhausted, not in the mood to play poker and brag, and just wanted to get a good night's sleep.

As soon as he lay down, he began to stumble into a state of coma quickly.

Suddenly, the squad leader Luo Xiaoming's voice burst out in the dormitory: "The seventh squad ~lightnovelpub.net~ don't bring a backpack, just bring a training bag, guns, and water bottles, and urgently gather at the door!"

Zhuang Yan subconsciously bounced off the bed.

He looked towards the door and couldn't see Lao Qi Luo Xiaoming anymore.

"What happened?" he turned to the other comrades and asked.

The other students in Class 8 and 9 were dumbfounded and spread their hands one after another.

Serenity and the other comrades in the seventh class are packing their things as required.

Xu Xingguo flashed in from the door and said mysteriously, "Our class has gathered. The captain and teachers are all on the playground outside. It seems that something has happened!"

event?

Zhuang Yan was stunned for a moment, feeling that some ominous premonition was coming towards him.

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