Chapter 124

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  When the second shot rang out, a burst of sparks suddenly exploded below, and Zuo Ming seized this fleeting opportunity to adjust his gun barrel. The sound of gunfire and artillery almost simultaneously erupted, and Zhao Zhenghao also fired two bullets without hesitation. At this moment, the wall was filled with the sound of gunfire, and the scorching red bullets were like a horizontal dagger tearing through the snow fog and rushing towards the ground. The opposing personnel also opened fire in retaliation, but after a few sporadic shots, there was no movement. Meanwhile, Shao Hui was already lying motionless among the rubble, his life or death unknown.

  When the team members finished firing two magazines and stopped, they began a long wait. Zuo Ming reloaded the magazine with few bullets and filled it with ammunition. Liu Junhao put away his gun and said to him, "You keep an eye out, I'll go take a look." He ran quickly to Shao Hui's side, calling out softly, "Shao Hui, Shao Hui, I'm Liu Junhao, wake up, wake up!" Shao Hui was still lying on the ground without any movement. Liu Junhao pulled down his tactical glove and put his hand in his pocket to warm it up before checking Shao Hui's nose and pulse. The pulse was very weak, but it was undoubtedly the best news. Liu Junhao wiped the snow off his face and checked Shao Hui's neck and spine again, confirming that he could move his body. He shouted, "Someone come over and help! Now!"

  "Xiao Hei, how's the mouse?" asked Zuo Ming, turning his head to the side.

  "No big deal! You're healthier than when you were born! Just rest for a few days and you'll recover!" Liu Junhao started talking nonsense.

  "Damn it!" Left Ming also put down a brick in his heart, this sentence is scolding Liu Junhao.

  Nearby, Yin Mo rushed over to help Liu Junhao take off Shao Wei's bulletproof vest. He then called for the local guards to come and lift Shao Wei to send him to the medical room for treatment. After four guards carefully lifted Shao Wei away, the wall returned to calmness. The entire world was dark and gloomy without any light, and the team members simply sat under the cover, hiding from the heavy snow. However, the snow and hail still pounded them from all sides, and the team members huddled together, putting their hands and rifles inside their clothes to protect the gun mechanisms from freezing. Before long, they became a pile of snowballs.

  "Brothers, this is just the first day, who knows what situation will be waiting for us later!" Wang Jianbin said with a quiver.

  "I've said it before, we're the most unlucky special forces unit. We're equipped with inexplicable gear in an inexplicable place fighting against inexplicable enemies," Zhao Zhenghao muttered to himself, "fighting a war that makes no sense."

  "Is the down jacket that Zhong School gave us fake? How come it's not working at all?" Kong Haotian shrank his body again, and the snow on his clothes fell to the ground with a rustling sound.

  "You've been wearing your flight suit for too long!" Zhou Yan buried his head in his arms and responded in a low, muffled voice: "I just finished fighting, sitting still in this ghostly weather doesn't work even if I'm hugging a stove!"

  Zhou Yan's words directed everyone's attention to the air force. "Your treatment in the air force is really enviable, eating the best, dressing the best, with the highest allowance, and easily able to overlook all the mountains and rivers, with grand ambitions!" Wang Jianbin started to interrogate.

  "Not at all!" Another snowball contained Yin Mo: "Everyone says that the navy is romantic, the army is earthy, and every air force is a hero. Your sea soul costume is so beautiful, in the ocean..."

  "Huh?" Zuo Ming interrupted Yin Mo's words: "Didn't the last sentence say that every armed police officer is a hero? How did it become your air force?"

  "Not true!" Zhao Zhenghao couldn't help but say, "You can argue all you want, just don't drag the army into this! The last sentence was 'the navy is from the ocean, the armed police are from the earth, every soldier in the army is a hero!' The original phrase was 'the air force flies planes when they go out'!"

  "Where did the armed police go?" Liu Junhao asked back.

  "Where did our army surrender?" Zhao Zhenghao refused to show weakness.

  "Alright, alright, anyway, after our collective vote, it's either your Army or your Armed Police, but in any case, our Navy is settled!" Li Jinping concluded.

  "Hey!" Liu Junhao bluntly brushed away the snow to reveal his face, "You naval officers aren't just dressing up nicely and strutting around in the sea all day, saying romantic words to deceive girls, do you think we don't know your true nature?"

  "Romantic?" Wang Jianbin was determined to see it through with the air force, "How can we be as romantic as the air force? We can proudly tell our wives, 'Ah, this sky is a gift I gave you. If one day I die, this will be my blue tomb!'"

  Kong Huatian, who was not good at speaking, stared at Yín Mò with wide eyes, unsure of how to respond.

  "Alas... Look at the Jiupin Literature Network, welcoming your visit. Any search engine searching for 'Jiupin Literature Network' can quickly enter this site, providing free high-quality and txt format download services! Our love is as blue as that. What can we say to our wives? Can't say that this forest is a gift I gave you, if one day I'm gone, please come find me here, either in the belly of a python, or in the belly of an alligator, or in the swamp. And look at the hat he's wearing, it's green and oily." Zhou Yan said.

  "Wow, your feelings are still quite green!" Liu Junhao exclaimed.

  Zhou Yan glared at him: "Isn't your hat green? Do you dare say the sky is your blue tomb?"

  "Let's just stop talking." Yin Mo swallowed a mouthful of saliva, "Now we're all under the same sky, and our graves are all white."

  The argument ends here.

  When Shao Hui was carried into the medical room, he shocked the new doctor from the mainland. His clothes were stained with blood and torn to shreds. The only intact part of his upper body was protected by a bulletproof vest, but it had also been soaked in fresh blood. His face had been ripped open by shrapnel, and the exposed muscle had been charred black by gunpowder. The seeping blood had frozen with the snow, and as he arrived at the medical room, it began to melt slowly, first drop by drop, then in large patches. The old doctor, who seemed to have seen this scene before, skillfully used cotton balls to clean the wound and signaled for the young doctor to use scissors to cut off the patient's clothes. The doctor's hands were shaking, but after taking a deep breath, he picked up the scissors and began working carefully. However, the clothes and body had been frozen together by blood, and after treating only a few areas, the doctor's forehead was already covered in sweat.

  "Xiao Guo, isn't it a bit uncomfortable?" Su Yue Song asked standing beside him.

  "It's okay, I can still cope." Dr. Guo picked up a towel and wiped away his sweat.

  At the beginning of this war, Su Yuesong contacted the surrounding troops for support, but all the troops, whether tribal armed forces or regular armies, refused to send troops with various excuses. Su Yuesong understood in his heart that no one would dispatch their own army to fight a war unrelated to their own interests in such weather. The only ones he could rely on were the solid walls and the special forces of his own country. When he came to the command room to understand the situation, the first message he received was that Shao Hui had been sent to the medical room.

  He ran all the way to the infirmary, and when he saw Shao Hui's current state, his heart was in severe pain. Their peers at home should be living a life of flowers and moonlight, or guarding their parents' side enjoying the warmth of a harmonious family. But among the millions of children like Shao Hui who abandoned their youthful years for no fame or fortune to come to the military camp to struggle, these are also considered special experiences in life. However, when a lively child suddenly becomes like this before one's eyes, the heartache it brings is by no means huge and can be described.