Fang Linyan followed Dorga behind and found that he was walking with a slight limp. It was obvious that his left leg was injured, but he was still moving quite quickly.
Not only that, he always has his head slightly buried, his waist is obviously arched, and his walking posture seems a bit ugly. In fact, these small details are all tactical actions that allow him to make evasive actions immediately when he is attacked.
It can be seen that he is a veteran with rich experience and has experienced the test of blood and fire.
After the two of them had walked more than ten steps, Dorga suddenly said:
"You can eat while walking. Once you get to the place, you probably won't have time to eat."
Dorga's voice was a little hoarse, but there was a rare gentleness in it.
After listening to Dorga's words, Fang Linyan hurriedly opened the individual soldier ration box in his hand and found that it was divided into four compartments. Three of the compartments contained three khaki baguettes, but there was a round hole at the top of the bread.
If it is sunken in, you can see that it is hollow. This kind of bread is called Tesig in the local area and can be stored for more than a month without going bad. Inside the other grid are meat strips similar to beef jerky.
Seeing Fang Linyan's confused look on the food in his hand, Dorga looked around for a moment, then came to a wild cactus nearby, took out the saber in his hand and cut off the buds on it, peeling them off.
The skin on top was cut into small light green strips and stuffed into the depression at the top of Tesge. Then he grabbed some dried meat to fill the depression in Tesge and handed it to Fang Linyan for him to eat.
Fang Linyan took a bite with hesitation, and found that although Tesig was dry and hard, it had the crunch of a biscuit, and when he chewed it carefully, it still had some sweetness and wheat flavor. What he tasted next was the tender cactus strips.
It has a smooth and juicy texture, a slight bitterness, and finally the dry aroma of the dried meat mixed together, making it especially delicious.
He only ate two loaves of this sandwiched Tesig bread and felt quite full. Then Dorga handed over a military kettle. He drank most of the water in it and drank two of them at once.
Burping makes you feel full.
After the two walked about a kilometer, they saw a gate with soldiers standing guard in front of them. There were no signs around the gate, the walls were high, and only the steel fist flag flying next to it highlighted the special nature of this place.
After arriving at the gate, Dorga obviously knew the sentry at the gate. After chatting with the man for a few words, he waved directly to Fang Linyan to let him pass. The two of them did not go through the gate, but went through the back door of the duty room next to it.
Enter.
After walking in, Fang Linyan smelled a familiar smell of engine oil. In front of him was a very wide parking lot, almost the size of a football field, with many vehicles parked inside.
On both sides of the parking lot are a long row of large workshops that look like maintenance workshops. There are seven or eight armored vehicles parked inside that are being dismantled into pieces. Many people are busy around them. Several of these armored vehicles include Fang Linyan.
I don’t know it. From its appearance, I can only tell that it looks like a self-propelled gun and a missile launcher.
Dorga cautiously led Fang Linyan far away from the parking lot, and at the same time whispered a warning:
"Boy, if you don't want to cause trouble, then lower your damn head, look at the ground, and walk faster. Don't blame me for not warning you. The last guy who looked around here ended up being shot in the head.
Drag it out by your feet."
After hearing Dorga's words, Fang Linyan immediately lowered his head, and then followed him into the back path. There was an iron gate at the end of the path, and there sat an old man with sharp eyes and a hooked nose. He saw Dorga.
Jia laughed loudly:
"Dolga, you bastard is finally going to lose this time. Don't forget our bet, four cans of salmon, and they must be produced in Lake's workshop! I have to admit that the JEEP of your team was once a great car.
Boy, but this time it was finally hit by an arrow in the knee, and scrapping it is its only way out."
Dorga snorted coldly and said:
"Old Shaq, your vision has never been right."
The old man smiled so hard that his eyes narrowed together:
"Yes, my vision is not accurate, but Hans's vision is accurate. He has been there for forty minutes with a sad face!"
Hearing this, Dorga's expression changed and she quickly walked into the iron gate guarded by the old man. Fang Linyan followed and walked in and found that the venue inside was also very spacious, but the guards were very lax, because although there were many vehicles here,
Most of them are rusty and deformed. They should be in the scrapyard. The vehicles that are considered to be scrapped are piled inside, so of course they don't need to be taken too seriously.
Soon, Dorga found Hans in an open space in the scrapyard. He was sitting dejectedly on a stone next to him. Parked next to him was the JEEP, whose appearance had been restored -
-------To be precise, the twisted and deformed roof cover and other parts have been replaced, but it is obvious that the problem lies inside the vehicle.
After seeing Dorga, Hans came over with a depressed face and said painfully:
"Dolga, damn it, why did I drink last night? Forget it, why didn't I sleep in the car! Give that damn Karls a chance, OHNO... you know me
How do you feel in your heart now? It's like watching your first love being dragged into the forest by several big men, while still shouting in despair, even his sexy mustache has been deformed!"
Dorga frowned and said:
"In trouble?"
Hans sighed and said painfully:
"Yes, it's a big trouble. The only thing we can do now is wait."
Dorga said:
"What are you waiting for?"
Hans said with a sad face:
"Waiting for new scrapped vehicles to come in, and then praying that the parts I need can be removed from this scrapped vehicle..."
Hearing Hans say this, Dorga was speechless. He was very aware of the current situation. Maybe it would be rare for a car to be driven into the scrapyard in ten and a half days, let alone dismantling it from above.
The appropriate parts have been downloaded. Speaking of which, let alone repairing the car before nine o'clock tonight, it may take a month or two.
While the two were talking, they suddenly heard a loud "bang" sound next to them. Hans turned around hurriedly, just in time to see Fang Linyan remove the hood and throw it aside. Witnessing this scene, Hans felt as if he was heartbroken and suddenly shouted loudly.
cried:
"Hey! What are you doing?"
Fang Linyan didn't answer at this time. He looked at the situation in the engine compartment and then got under the car again. Hans walked over angrily and wanted to stop everything. Unexpectedly, Fang Linyan lay under the car and said:
"Give me a pair of screw cutters. Although this car is seriously damaged, I think it can still be salvaged. At least, I can carry you on your mission at nine o'clock tonight."
"What did you say?" Hans could hardly believe his ears. "How is this possible!"
Fang Linyan squinted his eyes and looked at the bottom of the car, and said without looking back:
"Mr. Hans, what you are confused about now is probably the steering rod. I also saw it. It suffered a terrible impact, and the force was even transmitted to the intake manifold next to it..."
Hans immediately said eagerly:
"Yes! Do you have a solution?"
Fang Linyan said calmly:
"No."
***
Hans roared:
"Why don't you get out of here quickly? Do you want to be as short as Juan Tu?"
Fang Linyan said in shock:
"Is the revolt short?"
Hans said:
"There are already thousands of messages like this, and the fake ones have become real!"