"Ugh..." The strong smell of gun oil, coupled with the stimulation of being poked in the tonsils, finally made the warthog unable to help but vomit. Long Yue's purpose seemed to be exactly this, and he quickly took away his hand.

, took away Tongtiao by the way. The warthog vomited all the water he just drank. Before he could recover, he drank another large mouthful of liquid, which tasted almost the same as before, and then Long Yue took it.

Then the iron rod began to poke his tonsils again. After repeating this four or five times, Long Yue wiped the iron rod, put it away, and threw a carton of milk to the warthog, signaling him to drink.

Go down.

Warthog took the box and looked around cautiously twice before confirming that there were no traces of resealing or pinholes on it. He opened the box and took a few careful sips. He felt that his throat was no longer so dry.

"Can you... please let me go?" Warthog said cautiously. As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he was shocked. He was in a state where he couldn't say a word just now. After experiencing this big vomiting, he miraculously recovered.

Disappeared.

"What are you thinking of? Come on, get in the car quickly, don't waste time." Long Yue kicked his butt and cursed slightly. The warthog didn't dare to say anything, for fear of causing trouble to him again.

No matter what kind of torture, I could only get in the car obediently like a primary school student, sit next to the AK12, and not dare to move.

"Done?" SCAR, who was watching from the side, turned around and asked.

"Done." Long Yue nodded and put away the cleaning rod. Although this thing is small, it is still very important when maintaining guns. I heard that in the old days, some troops would collect cleaning rods collectively to prevent soldiers from losing them.

But the consequence of this is that there is nowhere to find it when using it, so you can only use thick iron wire instead, which will increase the wear of the rifling.

"Thankfully you were able to control the dose and didn't drink him to death." SCAR covered his mouth and chuckled. The dumb spring water is poisonous. Its toxicity not only makes people lose their voices, but can also cause death.

"Isn't this detoxifying him?" Long Yue threw the bottle aside. There was still a bottom in the bottle, which contained a slightly turbid liquid.

"What did you give him?"

"Lime water." Long Yue explained: "Neutralize the copper ions he drank, so that his vocal cords can recover and he can speak. Let him drink a few sips of milk to neutralize the remaining copper ions, and he will be fine."

"This can neutralize the poisoning symptoms of Yaquan? I learned it." SCAR nodded thoughtfully: "You also learned this from the army, right?"

"Well, more or less." Long Yue said vaguely: "Look, after all, we are a special force. Regarding survival in the wild, no matter what it is, you must know a little bit, otherwise you may not even survive the training. The dangers in the jungle

But there are many more than this place, including locusts, poisonous snakes, spiders, flash floods, and quagmire. Staying in a place like that for a few days is simply testing the physiological limits of human beings. If you contract dysentery, malaria, or something, you will have to walk out alone.

It’s impossible. In general survival training, you need to disguise yourself. I once had a comrade who got a minor illness before survival training, but he didn’t take it seriously. As a result, he went into the jungle with us and fell ill on the first day.

Because he contracted dysentery while drinking water, and because it was a solo operation, no one noticed anything wrong with him. When they gathered a week later, they discovered that he was missing. The aerial reconnaissance team circled the sky for more than ten times without finding him.

It had been two and a half weeks since the ground search and rescue team found him. He had lost all his disguise, including the camouflage uniform that he wore backwards, but it was useless. Even the red color was not very conspicuous in a forest, and even more

Besides, it was still green. When we found him, his body was already decomposed."

"It's really hard work." SCAR sighed: "Fortunately, I'm not a PMC. It's easier to be a PMC. At least I don't have to go into the primitive jungle."

"Why don't you worry about it? Are you risking your life if you don't?"

"If you don't have an army to worry about, what are you doing here?" SCAR said with a half-smile.

"Maybe, it's not as tiring as being in the army. In other words, it's more valuable than being tired in the army." Long Yue also squeezed out a smile to reply, but his expression was quite stiff, the kind of smile that would be used to deal with public situations, although it would not

It's uncomfortable, but you can see it at a glance.

"Is it worthless? Because you can't make money? Isn't this value a little cheap?" SCAR asked with a slight disdain, obviously she didn't quite agree with the fact that only money can produce value.

"What do you think is more valuable for soldiers?" Long Yue did not answer, but threw the question back to SCAR.

"Soldier..." SCAR pondered for a moment and shook her head. Even though she was extremely smart, she couldn't figure out anything about things she had never been exposed to. The established army had long since disappeared in natural disasters. No matter whether they were rich or noble, in the face of life and death,

, all are equal. As for the troops that still fight frequently, mercenaries and PMCs have a relatively high appearance rate.

Long Yue didn't seem to expect SCAR to give an answer, and just started to talk to himself: "The old era before the natural disaster was different from now, but it was equally unstable, with terrorists and regional wars emerging in endlessly. Of course.

, it was also limited to local wars or proxy wars. No one dared to start a real all-out war. The attendance rate of the army in that era was even lower than that of the current PMC, and most of them were not combat missions. Occasionally,

It looked like anti-terrorism activities. At that time, most of the armies of various countries did not take any action. They were more used as a symbol and deterrent, but their use was not just that." At this point, Long Yue paused.

The eyes were full of respect and yearning. SCAR noticed this little change. This was the first time she saw this look in Long Yue's dead fish eyes, and she couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

"They are standing there just to protect their country." Long Yue's tone was full of reverence and yearning: "To protect their country, nation, and beliefs. They dare to rush to the front line and give everything they have, completely.

Regardless of the consequences, fighting one against a hundred to that extent is not an empty talk at all. And now?" At the end of the sentence, Long Yue's eyes were obviously darker than before.

"Isn't it different now?" SCAR hesitated.

"Of course." Long Yue nodded and said with a slightly bitter smile: "Now, where does the country and faith come from?"

"A coalition government is different from a country?"

"They are just managers and profiteers. Businessmen cannot be leaders. This has been the case from ancient times to the present."

"But aren't you also selling... jobs for these businessmen?" SCAR thought about his words.

"Because... they have money, and I need money. Of course we can cooperate. Of course, not as a soldier, but as a PMC." Long Yue added.

"It seems that you are yearning for the army." SCAR nodded thoughtfully.
Chapter completed!