special forces soul

Feng Zhen laughed when he heard this: "Yes! It's a good thing you didn't fight back at that time, otherwise he might have thought of some way to abuse you."

Liu Jianhui smiled slightly: "Okay, you've finished eating too, we should go too. If you were eliminated because of being late, you would die unjustly. It's better to say that we are wronged. If you, as the vice-captain, don't arrive at the appointed time, you will be ashamed." It's a big loss." Only then did Feng Zhen realize that he had eaten all the disgusting ants in his hand.

The bursting sun shone on his face, causing a faint burning pain.Yang Hao took out the military kettle and shook it, but didn't hear a sound.The water was gone the day before yesterday, and a trace of blood appeared from the chapped lips.He said in a hoarse voice: "Commander, there is no water. If you can't find water again, I don't think you will die of thirst if you don't get roasted into a mummified corpse by the damn sun."

Feng Zhen also got to know them a little these days. Liu Jianhui is the commander of this so-called spy company.Another person named Jiang Yu is their instructor. These two guys have a high prestige in this group, so it can be said that they say what they say.

Liu Jianhui said: "Let's go further, I observed it, it is impossible to find water in this area."

Feng Zhen walked in front, and in front of him were desert mountains, separated by dry basins.The mountains and basins have already been exposed to cracks half a foot wide by the violent sunlight, criss-crossing each other.Climbing this alpine desert is astonishingly exhausting.Fortunately, this is not a high-latitude mountain terrain, otherwise, coupled with the thin air, it would be difficult for them to climb.

Twenty-odd people marched little by little under the scorching sun, stepping on the yellow sand with a surface temperature exceeding 10 degrees.If you bury an egg in the sand now, you can eat a hard-boiled egg in [-] minutes.

After struggling to climb over a sandy ridge, a small basin with a radius of less than a kilometer appeared in front of us.On the other side of the basin, several tall cacti stood upright.

Liu Jianhui said, "We have water to drink."

"Where is it?" Yang Hao asked.

Liu Jianhui pointed to those cactus and said, "That's it."

Feng Zhen looked at Liu Jianhui and said: "The juice of the cactus is not drinkable, it contains a venom similar to a stimulant. Once people drink it, they will have hallucinations and become mentally disturbed."

Liu Jianhui said with a smile: "Don't worry, I know what to do."

After speaking, command Yang Hao to chop off a few sections of cactus with a saber, and then mash it with stones.Then he buried his helmet in the sand, took off his cotton vest and covered it with a layer of sand, and then put the crushed cactus on the sand.Put Yang Hao's helmet on it.In this way, he used such a simple method to extract high-temperature sterilized and filtered fresh water.

Liu Jianhui said: "Using this method, although the toxic substances contained in the cactus cannot be absolutely eliminated, it is barely within the tolerance of the human body."

Feng Zhen nodded: "You know a lot."

After these few days of desert survival training, Liu Jianhui no longer has his usual carefree personality, but has matured a lot.

With a bitter smile, he said: "I've never eaten pork, but I've seen pigs running. Besides, you don't have to know if you don't want to know. My brother and I have been stuffed into our brains by my father since we were young. I can't forget it even if I want to." .”