Zhou did not smoke two cigarettes late.

Until he touched the flat cigarette case again, he found that there was no cigarette in it.

He rubbed and rubbed it back in his trouser pocket.

"The smoke was still given by him." Zhou Weichi's voice was dumb and smoky.

"Stop it."

After a glance, Mo Shangyun said.

Zhou Weichi said: "It's been more than ten years and I can't quit."

After a pause, Mo Shangyun suddenly thought of Yan Tianxing. She thought about it and said, "It's bad for your health."

Zhou Weiji looked up at her and said, "I'm not sure sooner or later, I don't care about this stuff."

Mo Shangyun was speechless for a while.

Thinking of the few masters who had sacrificed before they lived to pale hair, thinking of Yan Tianxing who had not touched tobacco so far, and the unpredictable life and death of impermanence, I couldn't think of a reason to refute Zhou Weishi.

She was quite able to talk normally.

But until recently, there was always nothing to say.

It's like a spell.

"This one--"

Mo Shangyun took the long-lived lock out of his trouser pocket.

However, as soon as she reached halfway, she was blocked by Zhou Wei delay.

"Come on, he gave it to you." Zhou Weichi said, "There is still me on his son's side."

Mo Shangyun said: "You are noisy, the relationship is pretty good."

"Do not really say that without him, I might have retired."

"What now?"

Zhou Weichi raised his eyes to the distant mountains and said, "It's all here, and the reason to stay is not so simple."

Slightly lowering his head, Mo Shangjun looked at the muddy military boots and trampled grass, and then looked up at the gloomy but vast sky. The endless look of the world has nothing to do with it.

Thoughts passed all the tragic sacrifices, the grief and pain, the desolation of the ruins, fixed to a straight figure.

If it was Yan Tianxing, what attitude would he face this tragic natural disaster?

If it was Yan Tianxing, how would he deal with the sacrifices of people he knew?

If it was Yan Tianxing, what would it do?

Why did Yan Tianxing choose this path, and how many "must stay" reasons?

An autumn rain and a cold.

The oncoming wind brought a little coolness.

Mo Shangyun suddenly heard that Zhou Wei was asking: "Yan team, isn't it just that he has no mission and hasn't returned?"

Suddenly he tilted his head, Mo Shangyun looked towards Zhou before too late, and saw his suspicious look and a worried expression.

Suddenly, Mo Shangyun exhaled and said in a very calm tone: "He is missing."

"How long?"

Zhou Wei asked in a daze.

Mo Shangyun said: "This is the sixth day."

"..."

Take a deep look at Mo Shangyun.

This time, it was Zhou Weiyue's turn to say nothing.

a long time.

Mo Shangyun put the longevity lock back in his trouser pocket. "It's time to be busy."

*

Not many people know Hu Li.

Even if I knew it, on this occasion, I was a little embarrassed, and then numbly continued to do my own thing.

They have no time and mood to remember someone alone.

Even if the relationship is particularly good, put this mood aside.

So, in memory of Huli's time, not even half an hour.

They began a rescue that was exhausted physically and mentally.

Man is not man, life is not life.

Too large numbers make all life and death light.

Mo Shangjun and his team stayed nearby for two days before preparing to take the team to another village to help.

At the dawn of the day before departure, Mo Shangyun, who had a rare sleep, woke up at four thirty.

The circadian clock is really powerful for many years.

I didn't take a good rest for a few days. I slept for an average of one to two hours a day. The result is still to open my eyes on time, without any difference for one minute.

The conditions in the camp were somewhat poor, with few folding beds, all reserved for the wounded. The next point is for the victims. It is extremely rare for fighters with sound limbs and healthy bodies to have a quilt.

Mo Shangjun slept with a bunch of female soldiers.

After the rain, the ground was damp and the environment was difficult. I slept badly, but I have never heard a complaint.

Quietly leaving the tent, Mo Shangjun breathed the air outside.

It's not fresh, it's a mixture of blood and medicine, and it has some spoiled taste.

This smell makes it difficult to relax and has to be tight all over.

In the silent night, the thin rain was floating, and Mo Shangyun heard the painful groan, which was the torment of the wounded. She also heard whispers, but she couldn’t hear clearly and was scattered in the wind. The low spurs, the pain of the wounded and the grief of the victims, and the discomfort of the soldiers.

Two large trucks drove over. It was the vehicle that transported the supplies. Several soldiers waiting for a long time went to unload.

Mo Shangyun walked outside the rows of tents, passing the silent time of this dawn.

When passing by a wounded tent, she heard the dialogue inside--

"Don't cry, I'm silent when my legs are broken."

"But you can no longer stay in the army this time, and even life will be a problem in the future."

"Sometimes to retrieve a life."

"..."

"Actually, I'm thankful that I lost one leg and I can go right away. If I stay here again, I will collapse."

"..."

The voice went silent, leaving only a long sigh.

Mo Shangjun raised his leg and continued to move forward.

*

Yan attributed to a knee injury and was unable to continue to participate in the rescue. Mo Shangyun threw a goods delivery truck two days ago, and was transported to the hospital.

At this time, he had been wounded in a military hospital near gS9. They are said to be in the same ward as Peng Yuqiu and Mucheng.

Therefore, at dawn, Mo Shangyun took Ding Jing and Yu Yitong into a car and took a ride to the next location.

At this point, there are three people: Rongrong, Northern Jiangsu and Wen Zhixin. The three of Mo Shangyun's line mainly went to meet them.

After a few more days, all gS9 players will retreat.

What they do best is already done. Now they can do the same as other people. They are no longer a must-have.

Their responsibilities are more than this one.

In this case, it is better to go back and do more meaningful things.

Staying in the car, the road is relatively bumpy. Mo Shangjun and three people are nestled behind the material vehicle and mixed with a pile of materials. They are really turned upside down and uncomfortable.

"Now if there is a gun, this bumpy state is simply the best opportunity to practice marksmanship."

Ding Jing rubbed his buttocks into eight petals, vomiting in a very manic and depressed way.

Mo Shangyun is a very compassionate person.

So, I asked the driver for a five-minute break, and then filled the whole box of crushed stones with an empty box. In the next trip, I specially throw it for Ding Jing and Yu Yitong.

The target is designated by her. The time is five seconds. If you don’t win the bid once, go back and run a lap.

In less than half an hour, Ding Jing and Yu Yitong saved a penalty run of 40 to 50 laps here in Moshangyun. The two eyes looked at each other, and almost took Moshangyun in this deserted place. Too.

There is only one reason for not working on Mo Shangyun-they cannot beat Mo Shangyun when they unite.

"Mo Shangjun, what makes your heart so gangster?"

When he owed a hundred laps, Ding Jing raised his hand over his chest to spit blood, his eyes were frightened, his expression was unbelievable, and his eyes widened at Mo Shangyun.

A posture of "not looking away".

Mo Shangyun sighed and said sincerely: "A heart that can't wait for you to grow into a sharpshooter."

"Go to you!"

Ding Jing smashed the gravel in his hand back to the wooden box and said very irritably.

Yu Yitong asked: "Will you show your hand?"

Mo Shangyun's eyebrows raised a smile and glanced at the two of them.

Then, he put his hand into the carton, picked up a piece of muddy gravel, looked around, opened the spot and threw the gravel at the target point.

The technique was almost fierce, and with a "click", the gravel hit the target and bounced off.

Ding Jing and Yu Yitong stared at this scene with stunned eyes.

Mo Shangyun proudly raised his head, "Called Master."

Ding Jing: "..."

Yu Yitong: "..."

"Complete this fancy stuff." Ding Jing muttered in disappointment, but the next moment, she suddenly approached Mo Shangyun, and the thief said sternly, "Master, teach me."

"Isn't it fancy?" Mo Shangyun looked at her contemptuously.

"I can't bear this marshal!"

Ding Jing is very determined about the advantages of this move.

Mo Shangyun: "..." Virtue!

So, the rest of the way becomes Mo Shangyun how to teach them to control the skill of throwing accurate.

The driver asked them what they were doing when they were about to arrive. After getting an answer, the driver made a loud noise, finally wiped his face and went back to continue driving.

-Could they be driven crazy in this earthquake?

The driver thought with cold sweat, and suddenly felt a crisis.

*

In the afternoon, the vehicle arrived at its destination.

Mo Shangjun and the three of them have been tossing on the road, and after landing, they are still full of energy and no fatigue.

Not because of anything else, but because the ride is too painful, and their feet can be firmly on the ground, they are the most urgently hoped for.

When satisfied, the spirit is always good.

Soon after landing, Subei came out of a busy crowd.

"You're finally here." North Jiangsu scanned them in a circle, waiting a little impatiently.

"Oh, look at this little face."

As soon as Ding Jing walked over, he raised his hand to touch Su Bei's bruised face.

Su Bei gave her a white glance and opened her hand with a single one.

"Let me touch your paw less." North Jiangsu threatened.

Ding Jing is like a dog, playing two fake moves here in northern Jiangsu, and finally wiped northern Jiangsu's face.

"Mo Shangyun, you control her!" North Jiangsu complained to Mo Shangyun without words.

I don't know how they did it, they bumped all the way, and they were still in a mood to do it.

Mo Shangyun, who had walked away for a while, looked back at the sound and waved his hand: "This is shameless and shameless, I'll send you."

Northern Jiangsu: "..."

Ding Jing: "..."

"You two..." Yu Yitong put his hands in his trouser pockets and glanced at the two of them as he passed by, "I'm not saved."

After finishing the speech, Yu Yitong, under the watch of the two of them, left peacefully.

Subei and Ding Jing looked at each other, then moved away in disgust.

Let the revolutionary friendship go away!

The two followed Mo Shangyun and Yu Yitong.

This is a village with a severe disaster and a large population, but by this time, all excavation work will find no living things.

It was not an emergency, Mo Shangyun and others did not have a meal. Subei asked them to rest first and turned around and brought them some self-heating rice.

"The food is so good?"

Mo Shangyun, who can rarely eat hot food, asked Su Bei with some surprise.

Now the relief work is not so intense, the main focus is on the victims' accommodation and supplies. Here are basically mountainous areas, and it is difficult for vehicles to come in. A group of troops specially cleared the road to let materials and vehicles come in, but there are some delays, so materials are extremely scarce for many places.

This should be a more remote mountain village, why...

Is there such a good meal?

You know, when they were in the last village, Mo Shangjun and they all made up casually, and the most eaten were compressed biscuits and chocolate, the kind of military food that simply supplemented energy.

"Well," Subei nodded. "Yesterday, a local tyrant brought a convoy of supplies, and everything was included in food, clothing, housing, and everything. Now there is nothing missing."

"Lying trough, good man!"

Ding Jing opened the package of the self-heating rice and interjected with emotion.

"It is indeed a good person," North Jiangsu Road. "He also brought a group of people to volunteer to assist in the rescue. Really don't say, the one with the back on the back, and the one with the tattoo on the gold chain, did the work. Come one by one, just that row of tents—"

North Jiangsu pointed to the newly-built row of tents. "They built them all, and it will be done in the morning."

"Not bad." Mo Shangyun glanced at it, then asked with great interest, "What's the beginning?"

North Jiangsu shrugged, "I don't know."

Mo Shangyun smiled.

But soon, the smile froze on the lips-

"But I heard that the leader is Shirakawa."