In the "Prisoner of War Camp", because all electronic and electrical equipment had been destroyed by electromagnetic pulses, the only light sources were a few emergency candles and the flashlights Qi Fan and the others found from the "Hydra" mercenaries.
In the dimly lit wooden house, everyone looked at Luo Hao, who was lying on a stretcher with his eyes closed and his face pale, with a look of worry on his face.
"cough!"
Luo Hao on the stretcher suddenly coughed lightly, and a drop of blood spilled from his mouth. Yunxi, who was squatting beside the stretcher, quickly wiped away the blood from his mouth with the gauze in her hand, and tears rolled in her eyes.
Luo Hao's coughing up blood had already appeared on the way back, but after returning to the prisoner of war training camp, the frequency of coughing up blood showed signs of increasing.
The teeth circled around Luo Hao, and his mouth made low howls from time to time.
Qi Fan looked at the dragon tooth saber inserted into Luo Hao's chest, pursed his lips and said, "The knife probably stabbed his lungs, otherwise he wouldn't have been coughing up blood."
Qi Fan leaned down and touched Luo Hao's forehead with his hand, frowning, "I have a low fever. It's caused by the wound being soaked in dirty water and getting infected. If we don't get timely treatment, the situation may get worse."
The worse it gets.”
"Then we are just going to watch him die now?!" Xu Xudong asked impatiently, pulling his hair.
"We have no way to contact Longxue now. We can only pray that Longxue will be alert after discovering that he has lost contact with us, otherwise we have no way." Qi Fan smiled bitterly at Xu Xudong, "I hope he can persist.
Until then."
…
In the Dragon Cave hundreds of kilometers away from the "Prisoner of War Training Camp", Zhao Tianyu, who stayed up late in the office to deal with the reconstruction of Tactical Group B, walked out of the office with red eyes, walked to the drinking fountain in the corridor with a cup in his hand, and tore it open.
Pour a pack of instant coffee into the cup, then press the hot water switch on the water dispenser to refresh yourself with a cup of coffee.
Zhao Tianyu rarely relies on stimulating drinks like coffee to refresh himself. Only when he encounters something that requires both physical and mental energy, such as rebuilding a tactical team, will he make a cup of coffee to refresh himself. So he has nothing to do with coffee.
For special requirements, instant coffee is enough. In his words, they are all "mud water" anyway. Is there any difference between Blue Mountain and instant coffee?
As soon as the instant coffee in the cup was dissolved, and before Zhao Tianyu could drink it, the internal guard responsible for maintaining communication with the prisoner of war training camp hurriedly ran up the stairs with a tense face.
"You're running so fast to get reincarnated?" Zhao Tianyu stopped the inner guard and said.
After the inner guard clearly saw the figure standing in front of him, his tense face suddenly relaxed, and he handed a piece of paper in his hand to Zhao Tianyu and said: "Chengying, we have lost contact with Bingren and the others!
"
"How long has it been?" Zhao Tianyu looked at the A4 paper in his hand and asked casually.
"It's been more than eight hours since we lost contact!" The inner guard glanced at Zhao Tianyu and replied loudly.
Click!
The ceramic coffee cup in Zhao Tianyu's hand was crushed directly with one hand. The steaming coffee that had just been brewed in the cup poured all over Zhao Tianyu's right hand, but he seemed to feel no pain.
With a sullen face, he stared at the internal guard and asked, "Why are you reporting it now when you have been out of contact for more than eight years?!"
Under Zhao Tianyu's gaze, the inner guard suddenly felt an almost suffocating sense of oppression approaching him. He buried his head to avoid Zhao Tianyu's intimidating eyes, and replied softly: "You, Group A are here
We were asked not to disturb you during the 'prisoner of war camp training' process, so..."
"Is not disturbing and losing contact the same thing?!"
Zhao Tianyu threw the fragments of the coffee cup in his hand to the ground, walked down the stairs, and ordered the internal guard who was still standing at the top of the stairs in a daze: "Gather the people and set off for the 'Prisoner of War Camp' immediately. Something will happen there."
Got it!"
The inner guard following Zhao Tianyu asked earnestly: "Assemble the instructor team or the inner guard?"
"Whether it's the instructors or the inner guards, as long as they can breathe, call them all!"
Fifteen minutes later, two transport helicopters, escorted by three armed helicopters, took off from the airport of the Longyin troops and headed for the "prisoner of war camp" hundreds of kilometers away. This time, not only the instructor team was dispatched, but also the Longyin troops
Zhao Guobang, the top commander of the group, was also dispatched. Tactical Group A and the future Tactical Group B suddenly lost contact with Dragon Cave for more than eight hours. If there had not been an accident, Zhao Guobang would not have believed it even if he were killed.
In the No. 1 transport helicopter, Zhao Tianyu, who was wearing a camouflage combat uniform, was using camouflage cloth strips to camouflage the G sniper rifle in his hand. His face was tense, his expression was extremely serious, and he was holding the sniper rifle tightly.
The camouflage cloth strips on it were so strong that even the fingernails turned a little white.
"Don't worry, they will be fine."
Zhao Shuai, who was sitting next to Zhao Tianyu, put his hand on Zhao Tianyu's shoulder and comforted him: "The reorganized tactical group A, a class of internal guards, and twenty-four elite students who have passed through layers of screening.
They are almost the most elite force of the Longyin Army. It is not easy for ordinary armed forces to take advantage of them."
Click!
Zhao Tianyu put the magazine of the sniper rifle into the gun body, with a chilling light flashing in his eyes, "It's best that they are all fine!"
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In the prisoner-of-war training camp, Zhou Li looked at Luo Hao, who was lying on a stretcher and his breath was getting weaker and weaker. He scratched his head anxiously and said in a rough voice: "It's almost dawn. If no one comes home, Kuanglong will soon
I can’t hold it any longer.”
"Shut your crow mouth!" Yun Xi glared at Zhou Li with her narrow beautiful eyes, gently caressed Luo Hao's increasingly pale cheeks with her hand, and said, "He will be fine, he will definitely be fine!"
Qi Fan frowned and thought for a while, then told Zhou Li and Sun Tao: "Go find some firewood, both dry and wet, and then light a fire on the camp and let the smoke float into the air. I hope there are helicopters for mountain protection nearby."
If you pass by, you can pay attention to our side, so that I can have more hope of being rescued."
Zhou Li and Sun Tao did not hesitate, and walked out of the wooden house to carry out Qi Fan's order. In fact, Qi Fan's doing so was nothing more than treating a dead horse as a live doctor. At this time, the sky outside was only slightly brighter. Who would want to do this at this time?
Get out of bed and fly around in a helicopter?
While Sun Tao and Zhou Li were busy lighting a fire in the camp, the sound of helicopter propellers came from far away in the sky. Zhou Li, who was standing in the camp, was stunned for a moment, then threw away the firewood in his hand and shouted loudly.
He shouted loudly: "Damn it, the rescue at home is finally here!"