Originally, the injury on Liang Zhiqiong's hand was not serious, but since the day's training, the injury can be said to have worsened, and even the bandage Mo Shangjun took off was still full of flesh.
Liang Zhiqiong bit the stick tightly and remained silent.
It wasn't as painful as Mo Shangjun described, but it wasn't an ordinary pain either.
It won't touch the tongue, but it will definitely scream out.
This is not what Liang Zhiqiong wants.
Long-term pain is worse than short-term pain. Mo Shangjun acted quickly. After washing her palms with water, he immediately applied medicine and tied a bandage, and told her to be careful next.
Liang Zhiqiong was throbbing in pain and could only nod, unable to even speak.
However, this is not the end.
Mo Shangjun then picked out the blisters on her and Tang Shi's feet, and then applied some medicine.
Even during the training camp, Tang Shi and Liang Zhiqiong had never experienced such training. Naturally, this time it was a bit miserable, so they needed special care, but Mo Shangyun could just do these things.
However, for others, the perseverance and patience of Tang Shi and Liang Zhiqiong are indeed worthy of admiration, but it is Mo Shangyun who is more worthy of admiration.
Not only did I finish the day's training, I still had the energy to care about other people's injuries.
——Everyone knows that Mo Shangjun's right arm is injured, but looking at Mo Shangjun's condition, it seems that the injury has no impact on her. In other words, she can endure it.
After Mo Shangjun finished treating the injuries on Liang Zhiqiong and Tang Shi, their rest time was almost over.
They didn't work as hard as the red team, and they had enough resources, so they just had to walk a little further and once they reached a spacious place, a car would pick them up and take them to the camp to rest.
For Mo Shangjun, there is no problem, but for Liang Zhiqiong and Tang Shi, this section of the road will be difficult to walk after the break.
"Sister Xiaoliang, let me carry you -"
Seeing them struggling to stand up, Chu Ye was pulled by Mu Cheng and said a few words before rushing over.
"Sister Tang Shi, I will carry you!"
Soon, Mucheng also followed.
"No, no need." Liang Zhiqiong gritted his teeth, stood up from the ground with difficulty, and said firmly, "I want to go by myself."
"I also--"
Tang Shi also planned to refuse, but her words were interrupted by Mo Shangyun.
Mo Shangyun said: "You will waste more time if you leave."
It is teamwork in the first place. It's okay to be strong on your own, but it's not okay to harm the team. What's more, female soldiers are slightly worse than male soldiers in terms of physical strength. Male soldiers are energetic and willing to carry it, so let them carry it.
During training, Mo Shangyun often insists on treating everyone equally, but some things are not necessary. After realizing the gap, he must consider coordination in all aspects.
Tang Shi and Liang Zhiqiong are now being carried on their backs, which is the best way.
In the relationship between the three of them, basically whatever Mo Shangyun says makes sense, Tang Shi and Liang Zhiqiong will subconsciously obey it.
So, now I can only nod.
Mu Cheng was responsible for Tang poetry, while Chu Ye was responsible for Liang Zhiqiong.
However, when Chu Ye was carrying Liang Zhiqiong on his back, he suddenly felt a murderous aura. He looked up in confusion and could only discern the general direction that seemed to come from - Peng Yuqiu.
Chu Ye shuddered, but never put Liang Zhiqiong down.
Peng Yuqiu looked away, but when they set off, his eyes fell on them involuntarily.
Next, the entire team divided into two columns and started taking action, with Liang Zhiqiong and Tang Shi in the middle, and the two teams in front and behind. Because there was no need to fight, they could focus on moving forward, and the overall speed was very fast.
Mo Shangjun was very relaxed. He chatted with Wei Nan and Ji Zhou throughout the whole process, mainly discussing the strategies of the red and blue teams. The topic of the conversation was a bit deep, and they could only discuss it by memorizing the map, so other people couldn't get in at all.
I can only listen to a few words occasionally, but most of them go in the left ear and out the right ear, and I don't hear it in my head.
After walking for about three kilometers, they finally came to a spacious road, where two military trucks were parked on the roadside waiting for them.
It was still two people per car. After getting in the car, they were pulled back to the camp.
A group of tired people started to sleep as soon as they sat down and turned their heads.
This time, Liang Zhiqiong and Tang Shi sat together. As soon as they sat down, they tilted their heads and slept against each other, unable to even raise their eyelids.
"Comrade Xiaopeng, your brows have been furrowed all the way."
Mu Cheng deliberately sat next to Peng Yuqiu and bumped Peng Yuqiu's shoulder.
Peng Yuqiu Liang stared at him with a chilling look.
Mu Cheng didn't pay attention, closed his eyes, and fell asleep happily.
If you should worry about it, worry about it slowly. He must seize all the time to rest.
Peng Yuqiu was sitting opposite, and he could see Liang Zhiqiong as soon as he raised his eyes.
His eyes swept over Liang Zhiqiong, who was sleeping soundly. Peng Yuqiu finally looked at Liang Zhiqiong's injured palm - a white bandage, soaked with blood. The sharp contrast between white and red was extremely dazzling.
But Liang Zhiqiong, who was heartless, slept soundly, as if all the pain had been forgotten.
*
Evening, seven o'clock.
Red team camp.
After all the red team members gathered, they started setting up camp without stopping.
For nearly three hours, they assigned tasks to each other, set up camp on the spot, gathered firewood, lit a fire, and prepared to cook.
Working quickly, they successfully completed these trivial tasks within three hours, and were finally ready to take a breath and eat their first meal of the day.
Four bonfires, four groups of people gathered around the bonfires, plus a group of people patrolling near the camp and guarding the hostages.
The work of more than fifty people is arranged in an orderly manner.
Chen Shuhao sat next to the fire, holding hot rice in his hand, and exhaled deeply.
Such high-intensity training will make your body fall apart after a busy day.
Now I don't even have the energy to eat, I just want to fall on the floor and sleep until dawn.
However, even in this state, there were still many people telling jokes and jokes, gradually making the atmosphere lively.
"Xiao Liu, did we run into Liang Zhiqiong this time?"
The sound of discussion on the other side suddenly attracted Chen Shuhao's attention.
Chen Shuhao looked up and found the people in the next group chatting.
Xiao Liu received his own meal and responded gloomily, "Yeah."
"Speaking of which, she really worked hard. Wasn't her hand injured? It was originally a small injury, but she kept training. Not only did the injury not heal at all, it became more and more serious. She almost missed it today and it was covered in blood.
The bandage scares me."
"It's okay. We have quite a few of them. It's just an injury. Just deal with it and continue working."
"Speaking of which, my good knee was also injured. It was bruised a lot, but when I came back and crossed the barbed wire fence, I didn't fall behind at all." The people in the group helped to talk, and then asked Chen Shuhao, "Yes.
Bar?"
Chen Shu took a good look at her, but didn't say anything to her. He just said lightly: "A little injury."
She glanced at her left knee.
While fighting Mo Shangjun, I accidentally hit my knee hard on a rock. The pain was too much at that time, and my body was in a state of exhaustion. It didn't seem to hurt that much during the action, but since I arrived at the camp, the pain has become worse.
She slowly woke up and even walked with a limp. Later, when someone asked, she said a few words.
However, she didn't want to tell others how serious the injury was.
It’s about self-esteem and a certain kind of persistence.
After eating a few bites of the meal, the crowd became quite lively.
However, a sudden sound brought such a rare noise to an abrupt end.
"Bang bang bang——"
"Da da da--"
"咻咻咻——"
They paused for a few seconds before they realized - it was an attack!
After regaining consciousness, they immediately put down the food in their hands, then picked up the weapons they had put aside to look for traces of the enemy.
It took about five seconds before someone shouted from the crowd——
"The hostages have been taken!"
"At what time does the enemy appear?"
"Put down what you are doing and take back the hostages first!"
…
After about ten seconds of confusion, the members of the red team each found their own team members and began their pursuit.
The people from the blue team arrived quietly, catching them off guard. While they were stunned, the people from the blue team had already escaped for a while and escaped in several places, without giving them an accurate direction at all.
When chasing hostages, of course the red team also dispersed to pursue the blue team in different directions.
Such a pursuit lasted for five hours.
It wasn't until the early morning of the next day that the blue team dumped the hostages to them and drove away in their car.
The students of the red team who had been struggling for five hours almost all fell down when they learned that the battle was over. Occasionally, you could find a few who were still conscious, but they were basically swearing everywhere.
There are all kinds of dirty words, all of which express their feelings at the moment.
On the jeep, Mo Shangjun took out his binoculars and looked at the red team students who were slowly moving away. When he saw someone extending his middle finger, he raised his eyebrows slightly.
Now, I can really have a good sleep.
This book was first published by ***, please do not reprint it! (To be continued)