Until he touched the flattened cigarette box again and found that there was no cigarette inside.
He rubbed it and put it back in his trouser pocket.
"He gave me this cigarette." Zhou Weichi's voice was hoarse and smoky.
"Quit it."
After taking a look, 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 not good for your health."
Zhou Weichi raised his eyes to look at her and said, "You can't tell sooner or later, I don't care about this thing."
Mo Shangjun was speechless for a moment.
Thinking of those masters who died before their hair turned pale, thinking of Yan Tianxing who has not touched tobacco and has no news yet, thinking of the unpredictable nature of life and death, I couldn't think of any reason to refute Zhou Weichi.
She is usually quite eloquent.
But lately, I always have nothing to say.
It's like being under a spell.
"this--"
Mo Shangjun took out the longevity lock from his trouser pocket.
However, as soon as she reached halfway, she was blocked by Zhou Weichi.
"Keep it, he gave it to you." Zhou Weichi said, "His son also has me."
Mo Shangjun said: "You are noisy, but your relationship is quite good."
"Don't tell me, without him, I might have retired from the army long ago."
"What now?"
Zhou Weichi raised his eyes to look at the mountains in the distance and said, "Now that we have reached this point, the reason for staying is no longer so simple."
Lowering his head slightly, Mo Shangyun looked at the muddy military boots and the trampled weeds. Then he raised his head and looked at the gloomy but vast sky. It was endless as far as the eye could see, and everything in the world had nothing to do with it.
His thoughts went beyond all the tragic sacrifices, sorrow and pain, and desolate ruins, and settled on a straight figure.
If it were Yan Tianxing, what attitude would he take facing this tragic natural disaster?
If it were Yan Tianxing, how would he deal with the sacrifice of someone he knew?
If it were Yan Tianxing, what would he do?
Why did Yan Tianxing choose this path? How many reasons did he have to "stay"?
An autumn rain and a cold.
The wind blowing in front of you brings a bit of coolness.
Mo Shangjun suddenly heard Zhou Weichi asking: "Captain Yan, isn't he just because he has no mission and hasn't returned yet?"
Suddenly turning his head, Mo Shangjun looked at Zhou Weichi and saw his suspicious eyes and a rather worried expression.
After being stunned for a moment, Mo Shangyun exhaled and said in a very calm tone: "He is missing."
"How long?"
Zhou Weichi asked in surprise.
Mo Shangjun said: "This is the sixth day."
"..."
He took a deep look at Mo Shangyun.
This time, it was Zhou Weichi's turn to have nothing to say.
a long time.
Mo Shangjun put the longevity lock back into his trouser pocket, "It's time to get busy."
*
Not many people know Huli.
Even if they knew each other, in this situation, they would be a little confused and then continue to do their own thing numbly.
They no longer have the time or mood to remember someone alone.
Even if the relationship is particularly good, put this feeling aside.
So, I didn't even have half an hour to remember Huli.
They began the exhausting rescue effort again.
People are not people, life is not life.
Too huge numbers make all life and death an understatement.
After Mo Shangjun and his team stayed nearby for two days, he was ready to lead his team to another village to help.
At dawn that day before departure, Mo Shangjun, who rarely slept for a while, woke up on time at 4:30.
The biological clock that lasts for many years is really powerful.
I haven't had a good rest for several days and slept an average of one to two hours a day. However, I still open my eyes on time, not missing a minute.
The conditions of the camp were a bit poor. There were very few folding beds, which were reserved for the wounded. The lesser ones were reserved for the victims. It was extremely rare for soldiers with sound limbs and good health to have a quilt.
Mo Shangjun slept with a bunch of female soldiers.
After it rains, the ground is wet and the environment is difficult, so I always sleep unsatisfactory, but I haven't heard a single complaint so far.
Leaving the tent quietly, Mo Shangyun breathed in the outside air.
It's not fresh, but a mixture of blood and medicine, and it still smells like corruption.
This smell makes it difficult to relax and makes your whole body tense up.
In the quiet night, thin raindrops floated, and Mo Shangyun heard the painful moans, which were the suffering of the injured who could not sleep. She also heard whispers, but she couldn't hear them clearly. They were scattered in the wind, and she also heard
There were low sounds of rejection, including the pain of the injured, the grief of the victims, and the discomfort of the soldiers.
Two large trucks drove over, transporting supplies, and several soldiers who had been waiting for a long time went over to unload the goods.
Mo Shangjun walked outside the rows of tents, passing the quiet time at dawn.
While passing by a tent for wounded soldiers, she heard the conversation inside——
"Stop crying, I didn't say a word even though my legs were broken."
"But if you go back this time, you can no longer stay in the army. Your life will be a problem in the future."
"At least I saved a life."
"..."
"Actually, I'm quite lucky. I lost one leg and can walk right away. If I stay here any longer, I will collapse."
"..."
The voice fell silent, leaving only a long sigh.
Mo Shangyun raised his legs and continued walking forward.
*
Yan was unable to continue participating in the rescue because of his knee injury. Mo Shangjun threw him into a truck transporting supplies two days ago and was then taken to the hospital.
At this time, he was already recovering from his injuries in the military hospital near GS9. It is said that he was in the same ward with Peng Yuqiu and Mucheng.
So, at dawn, Mo Shangjun took Ding Jing and Yu Yitong into a car and hitched a ride to the next location.
This point is easy to accommodate. Su Bei, Wen Zhixin, and Mo Shangyun's group mainly went to join the three of them.
In a few more days, all GS9 team members will have to retreat.
They have already done what they are best at, and now what they can do is similar to others. They are no longer "you have to" exist.
Their responsibilities are not limited to this.
In this case, it is better to go back and do more meaningful things.
While in the car, the road was quite bumpy. Mo Shangjun and the three of them were nestled behind the supply truck, mixed with a pile of supplies. They were shaken to pieces and felt uncomfortable all over.
"It would be great if I had a gun now. This bumpy state is simply the best opportunity to practice marksmanship."
Ding Jing rubbed his butt that was broken into eight pieces and complained in a very manic and depressed manner.
Mo Shangjun is a very considerate person.
Therefore, I asked the driver for a five-minute break, and then filled an empty box with a whole box of gravel, which was specially given to Ding Jing and Yu Yitong to throw away during the rest of the trip.
The target is designated by her, and the time is five seconds. If she doesn't win the bid once, she will run around once.
In less than half an hour, Ding Jing and Yu Yitong had accumulated forty or fifty penalty laps at Mo Shangyun. The two looked at each other and almost cut Mo Shangyun into pieces in this deserted place.
Already.
There was only one reason for not taking action against Mo Shangjun - they couldn't defeat Mo Shangjun even if they joined forces.
"Mo Shangyun, what made you become such a gangster at heart?"
When the score reached 100 laps, Ding Jing raised his hand and covered his chest as if he was vomiting blood. His eyes were horrified and his expression was unbelievable. He stared at Mo Shangyun with wide eyes.
A posture of "die with eyes open".
Mo Shangjun sighed and said sincerely: "I can't wait for you to grow into sharpshooters."
"Fuck you!"
Ding Jing smashed the gravel in his hand back into the wooden box and said angrily.
Yu Yitong asked from the side: "How about you show your hand?"
Mo Shangjun raised his eyebrows with a smile and glanced at the two of them.
Then, he reached into the carton, picked up a piece of muddy gravel, looked around, opened his mouth to announce a point, and then threw the gravel at the target point.
The technique was fast, accurate and ruthless, with a "snap" sound, the gravel hit the target and bounced away.
Ding Jing and Yu Yitong stared at this scene in stunned silence.
Mo Shangyun raised his head triumphantly and said, "Call Master."
Ding Jing: "..."
Yu Yitong: "..."
"Take care of these fancy things." Ding Jing muttered unconvincedly, but the next moment, she suddenly approached Mo Shangyun and said spinelessly, "Master, please teach me."
"Isn't it fancy?" Mo Shangyun looked at her with disdain.
"I can't stand this handsome move!"
Ding Jing is very convinced of the advantages of this move.
Mo Shangyun: "..." Virtue!
So, the rest of the way is about how Mo Shangyun teaches them how to control the throwing accuracy.
When they were about to reach the key point, the driver asked them what they were doing. After receiving the answer, the driver was confused for a long time, and finally wiped his face and went back to continue driving.
——Were they driven crazy by this earthquake?
The driver was thinking in a cold sweat, and suddenly felt that danger was lurking around him.
*
In the afternoon, the vehicle arrived at its destination.
The three of them, Mo Shangjun, kept struggling on the road, but after landing they were still full of energy and not tired at all.
It was not because of anything else but that the ride was too painful. Being able to firmly plant their feet on the ground was what they most eagerly awaited.
When you are satisfied, your spirit is always good.
Not long after landing, Su Bei walked out of a busy crowd.
"Finally you are here." Su Bei glanced at them and became a little impatient with the wait.
"Oh, look at this little pretty face."
As soon as Ding Jing walked over, he raised his hand to touch Su Bei's bruised face.
Su Bei rolled his eyes at her and opened her hand.
"Don't touch me with your claws." Su Bei threatened.
Ding Jing was like teasing a dog, playing two fake tricks here in Su Bei, and finally wiped Su Bei's face.
"Mo Shangyun, take care of her!" Su Bei complained to Mo Shangyun speechlessly.
I don’t know how they did it. After a bumpy journey, they were still in the mood to engage in such tricks.
Mo Shangyun, who had already walked some distance away, looked back when he heard the sound, waved his hand and said: "This shameless thing is for you."
Su Bei: "..."
Ding Jing: "..."
"You two..." Yu Yitong put his hands in his trouser pockets and glanced at them as he passed by, "It's hopeless."
After saying that, Yu Yitong left calmly under their gazes.
Su Bei and Ding Jing looked at each other, then moved away in disgust.
Get out of here, all revolutionary friendship!
The two followed Mo Shangjun and Yu Yitong.
This is a village seriously affected by the disaster, with a large population, but by this time, all the excavation work has failed to find any living things.
It was not an emergency, and Mo Shangyun and others did not eat. Su Bei asked them to rest first, then turned around and brought them some self-heating rice.
"Is the food so good?"
Mo Shangyun, who rarely had hot food, asked Su Bei in surprise.
Now the rescue work is not so tense. The main focus is on the accommodation and supplies of the victims. This is basically a mountainous area, and it is difficult for vehicles to get in. There is a group of troops that clear the roads to allow supplies and vehicles to come in, but there are some delays.
, so supplies are extremely scarce in 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 Shangyun and the others just made do with each other. The most they ate were compressed biscuits and chocolate, the kind of military food that simply replenished energy.
"Well," Su Bei nodded, "Yesterday, a rich man brought a convoy of supplies, including food, clothing, and housing. Now there is no shortage of anything."
"Damn, what a good guy!"
Ding Jing opened the package of self-heating rice and interjected with a sigh.
"He is indeed a good man," Su Beidao said. "He also brought a group of people to be volunteers and volunteered to help participate in the rescue. Not to mention, they were all very muscular, with tattoos and gold chains, and they ended up doing the work.
Let’s compete one by one, just that row of tents——”
Su Bei pointed to the newly erected row of tents, "They built them all, and they completed it in one morning."
"Not bad." Mo Shangjun glanced at it, and then asked with interest, "What's the background?"
Su Bei shrugged, "I don't know."
Mo Shangyun smiled.
But soon, the smile froze on my lips——
"But I heard that the leader is Bai Chuan." (To be continued)