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Chapter 18: Separation between Yin and Yang

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    Cheng Chong has already run for five or six kilometers in the plateau's cold, low-temperature and hypoxic snow.  If he had an ordinary person's body, he would have fallen down from exhaustion long ago. Fortunately, his body was solid and his physical fitness was super strong. He had trained hard for six years in the martial arts school, and his training was not in vain.

    Cheng Chong tightened his tight-fitting clothes, took out the soft leather water bottle that was insulated with body temperature from the inside of the cotton-padded clothes, took a hasty sip of water, then shortened the belt of the Bayi rifle and put it on his back, adjusted it to the most comfortable state, and then  Turn around and run towards the inclined valley.

    Cheng Chong thought to himself: No matter whether he could reach the place where the squad leader and his friends were fighting in time, if he could catch up with those bastards who set fire to the checkpoint on the road, he would definitely risk his life with them and let them taste blood and death.  Taste, this matter is not negotiable.

    "It's a pity that Cheng Chong blindly put out the fire at the checkpoint and wasted too long. No matter how fast Cheng Chong ran along the way, there was never a trace of the militants. They seemed to have disappeared out of thin air.

    Cheng Chong didn¡¯t know how many times he fell in the snow and how many times he fell.  When he rushed to Xiegu with amazing perseverance and physical strength, there was no one in Xiegu, let alone the gunshots from the fierce battle just now. The surroundings were quiet and suffocating.

    This is a very terrifying scene.

    It is completely conceivable that on the battlefield where the two opposing parties have fought fiercely, it suddenly calms down, as if nothing happened. There is only one result, that is, the battle is over, and the result of the battle must be one side.  The battle was defeated.

    Based on the huge disparity in strength between the two sides just now, it is very likely that our side will lose. If this is the case, then where are the squad leader, squad deputy, and veteran Liu?  What will happen?  What happened to them later

    Cheng Chong simply didn¡¯t dare to continue imagining it.

    Although Cheng Chong was almost exhausted at this moment, he did not stop. Instead, he continued to spread his legs and looked around to see if there was any clues and whether there was even a little bit about his comrades.  information.

    The snow at the scene was a mess. From time to time, there were pools of blood that had frozen solidified, and bullet casings lying everywhere. Every bit of it showed that this place was once a battlefield of fierce fighting.  But there was no trace of the three monitors at all.

    The sunset, like an egg yolk, hangs precariously on the horizon, as if it might fall at any time, and the remaining light and heat have become weak and weak, seeming to exist and not exist at all.  Night began to fall, and on the vast plateau, only the never-tired Shuofeng was still singing and dancing unbridled.

    There is always an indescribable sadness on the plateau at dusk.

    Exhausted, Cheng Chong shuttled through the plateau snow, carefully searching for every trace left by ordinary people in the snow. At the same time, he no longer feared exposing his target and shouted loudly: "Squad leader, squad deputy, Liu Laobao, you guys  Where are you? I'm back, and the new recruit Dan Zicheng has rushed back! Where are you? Let me talk to you! My comrades"

    But on this vast plateau, in this deserted snowy area, apart from the sound of the wind, there is no echo.

    Cheng Chong was extremely tired and disappointed. Only the hysterical and hoarse voice was still repeating back and forth, mechanically.

    But where will the squad leader, squad deputy and the taciturn Liu Bingbing be?  Where should they be?  Cheng Chong didn't know how many times he had asked himself this question in his mind, but he still had no answer.  We can only follow the footsteps of people's activities and search aimlessly.

    You want to see people when you are alive, and you want to see corpses when you die.

    Finally, Huangtian paid off. About one kilometer away from the Xie Valley, he found a light yellow handguard. He recognized it at a glance as the handguard of the August 1st rifle.  Although his skills with guns are average, he is very familiar with the Bayi rifle and every part of the gun.

    When he was in the new recruit company, he would often clean his guns with his comrades while complaining and scolding them: Broken guns, rotten guns, useless guns, you have to clean them every time you use them. Isn't it troublesome?  His mother is more hypocritical than a bitch.

    How could he not be familiar with the iron thing that he often uses and often dismembers and wipes?

    The guard of the August 1st rifle appears here, so the squad leader and others must be nearby.

    The conflict suddenly became more intense, and they called out to the squad leader and the others.  At the same time, I felt nervous, why was there only a piece of handguard left here for such a good August 1st rifle?  Did something unexpected happen? What is going on?

    Cheng Chong¡¯s shouts became louder and more urgent, but in the vast snowy land and desolate plateau, only Shuo Feng answered randomly in his ears, disturbing his mood.??

    The further Cheng Chong walked, the more parts he found on the August 1st rifle. Almost all of them appeared, including the barrel, trigger, recoil machine, air guide, etc.

    The situation might be very bad, so he quickly accelerated his search and shouted louder.

    Following the pungent smell of blood, Cheng Chong suddenly discovered three messy corpses about a hundred meters away from where he found the guardrail. These three corpses were almost all beaten into pieces by bullets and were beyond recognition.  But just by looking at the clothes and body outline, Cheng Chong could recognize that this was the squad leader, squad deputy and Liu Laobing he was looking for.

    Cheng Chong suddenly felt that the world was spinning, the sun and the moon were dim, and he almost fell down.

    "Squad leader! Squad deputy! Old soldier Liu, wake up! You should open your eyes" Cheng Chong was distraught and began to mourn loudly.

    The night fell, the four wild, Xingyue was angry, and the wind was sad.

    Cheng Chong was so sad and angry that he almost fainted. He shook this one and pushed that one, but the three comrades could no longer make any sound, only the continuous north wind, the low whine, and the quiet sobs.

    Squad leader Wei Jiangong was hit by at least seven or eight bullets, and it was unclear where the fatal injury was.  He was shot in the head and his right eyeball was turned to the side, which was really scary.  The rest of the bullets hit the body, and the upper body was smashed by bullets. There was almost no intact part. The blood that flowed all over the ground was frozen solid.  His whole body was stiff and cold, showing that he had been sacrificed for a while.

    Deputy squad leader Ma Xiaodong faced the ground and was shot four or five times in the back. He was also shot once in his left arm, which was broken on one side.  When Cheng Chong gently turned him over, he saw that his eyes opened particularly abruptly, and his lifeless eyes seemed to still contain infinite anger and endless desire for life.

    One of Liu Laobao's legs was broken, and he was hit by an unknown number of bullets in the chest. In short, his chest was beaten to a bloody pulp, and the wound could not be seen clearly. One arm was pressed under his body, and his head was tilted to one side.  His mouth and eyes were closed, without any life.  That expression was not far from his usual taciturn signature expression, which looked like he was harmless in the world.

    The same thing is that the three comrades all had blood stains on their fingers, and the parts of the damaged August 1st rifle were missing.  It can be seen that after they ran out of ammunition, the three comrades smashed the weapons in their hands, and then fought hand-to-hand with the enemy face to face.

    Beast¡ª¡ª!  brute¡ª¡ª!  Son of a bitch¡ª¡ª!

    ah¡ª¡ª!  ah¡ª¡ª!

    Seeing the horrific scene in front of him, Cheng Chong was filled with grief and anger, his face was ashen, his eyes were red, and he screamed as hard as he could into the vast wilderness.  On that desolate plateau, in that howling cold wind, this sound was exceptionally tragic and extremely sad.

    At this moment, he was like an extremely angry beast, like a lone wolf in great sorrow.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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