Quick travel starts from tearing apart the plane management bureau

The difficulty of walking and the enemies falling one after another behind them fully demonstrated that this remnant of the army was not so easy to provoke, and not everyone could do anything to them. Even if half of them were destroyed, they were not so easy to be taken down.

"Captain, if you can get out this time, remember to tell my wife to find someone to marry and not wait for me." Wu Mantun's face was covered in blood, and it seemed that he could not hold on any longer.

"If I can bring you out, I can also bring you back. Why say those discouraging words? Take the medicine and recover your strength honestly. Don't think about those unnecessary things." Lin Xinghua touched the red pendant hanging on his chest.

He let out a long breath, looked at the sun in the sky, and raised his hand to block the sunlight. Now was not the end of his rope, so he could not use this trump card.

"There shouldn't be much medicine left, right? We have to save it. We will return to our own home." Wu Mantun glanced at everyone. Everyone had injuries, but the severity was a matter of fact. "I don't know how many checkpoints these people have set."

"Why worry about so much? We are almost home," he said, looking at the red flag that was just around the corner. "Once we cross this mountain, we will be at home, and we will have everything we need."

As he said this, he picked up a leaf of grass next to him and put it into his mouth.

"Everyone take a good rest. We will continue our journey after dark. Hide yourselves and don't do stupid things that would sacrifice yourself for others." Lin Xinghua closed his eyes with a cold look in his eyes.

"Yes." The group of twelve is still twelve people now, and they will not abandon any teammate.

As night falls, another round of killing begins. The closer they get to home, the more people are robbed and killed. The other side will not let these people successfully return to their homeland.

The short distance has to be filled with countless lives.

Every step forward is accompanied by blood, and the manpower is still increasing continuously, so it is imperative to keep these people at the border.

Lin Xinghua fell beside a tree, surrounded by eleven exhausted men, but his momentum was still as strong as ever. It could not be considered a loss if one person could be buried with so many people.

"Captain, you take some things and go, we will stay here to stop them," said the little round-faced man who had been there last time, smiling.

"Yes, it's impossible that no one can get out, right? You can go out and come back to avenge us," another person raised an eyebrow.

"What nonsense," Lin Xinghua wiped his forehead imperceptibly, "If we're leaving, we're leaving together. Why would you stay behind?"

"The forest is full of their people. We can't get out. If we go alone, we'll be less of a target. If we go together, there will be too many of us." Wu Mantun had lost one of his hands, but he was still playing with a dagger.

This mission was very difficult. They had no plan to survive and they didn't know what the captain was doing.

The only weapon left in his hand was a dagger, no other weapons.

"Stop talking nonsense, tie up everything you can use together to give them a surprise, and then surround them." Lin Xinghua pursed her lips. They should be out of ammunition and food now, right?

The border line, which is no more than 30 meters away, is like a chasm to them, difficult to cross. Everyone is injured, each more serious than the other, and half of them are missing limbs. But they still have to do what they are supposed to do and cannot stop.

"?" Forget it, did the captain want to see them more clearly in the end? They tried their best to get close to Lin Xinghua, holding hands and squatting in a circle. It shouldn't be bad to die like this? They killed a lot of opponents.

Without losing face, he stared intently at the enemy that was looming in the distance, and the two sides engaged each other again.

The only difference was that one was standing and the other was sitting, which looked a bit funny, so the enemy underestimated them and several of them were killed. In a fit of anger, they used hot weapons.

Soon a small mushroom cloud exploded where several people were sitting, and after the mushroom cloud dissipated, there was no one left.

No one noticed that a red light suddenly appeared on the ground, wrapping up the group of people tightly and rolling forward.

Commander He directly lost the coordinate information of these people. When he saw them again, they were already in the military hospital. No one knew how they appeared here.

"Captain Lin is seriously injured, let's transfer him to another hospital," said Commander He, without any hesitation, directly contacted Jingzhong, and soon a helicopter appeared in the sky.

The scene ended when they were surrounded by people. Jiuli in the back didn’t see it at all. She went downstairs after dinner and didn’t go to Area A in the afternoon. She sat at home reading a book.

I was feeling uneasy while reading and raised my hand to rub my forehead. I felt anxious as if something might have happened.

It wasn't long before the military hospital welcomed the most difficult patient in its history, and they tried their best to save the patient.

"How is it?" Commander He stood by without closing his eyes. If it weren't for Xiao Jiang, how could the helicopter come?

"The situation is not optimistic. The shrapnel in his brain is difficult to remove. Ask his family to come and see him. There will be a small operation later." The middle-aged doctor in a white coat said solemnly.

Family members? Commander He hesitated. This kid didn't want anyone to come and see him on the plane. But he still had to fight. If he really died and he couldn't even see him for the last time, wouldn't that bring him trouble?

I dialed the landline and the person who answered was Aunt Fan who was cleaning the living room. Her expression changed when she heard what was said.

"Please wait a moment. I'll ask Engineer Jiang to answer the phone." Aunt Fan climbed up the stairs nimbly. She didn't look old at all. She took a deep breath before opening the door.

"What's the matter? Didn't I tell you?" Jiuli thought it was someone from Area A looking for her, and her words were a little impolite.

When I saw Aunt Fan coming over, I was a little surprised. She never comes here before. Could something have happened at home?

"If there is something going on at home, you can just handle it yourself. If there is anything you need, you can tell me," Jiuli softened her tone. It was understandable for others to ask for leave.

"It's not my family's business," Aunt Fan said hurriedly, obviously having run all the way here, "It was the military hospital that called and said that Captain Lin was in critical condition, and they wanted Engineer Jiang to go."

When I went to see him for the last time, I saw Jiang Gong, who was always calm and confident, suddenly stood up and strode down the stairs.

Aunt Fan chased after it and only saw the shadow of the back of a car.

"Drive faster. If there is anything really, tell him to come to me." Jiuli urged Ye An, who was driving, holding a small box in his hand.

"Yes." Ye An didn't dare to speak. He honked the horn silently and increased the speed of the car to the fastest.

Pedestrians on both sides gave way. There were not many people who dared to drive like this in Beijing. Obviously, they could not be offended. It was okay for them to give way, but it would be bad if they delayed the car.