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Chapter 45 Fighting Alone

When Xu Qing woke up again, he didn't know how long it had been, but he felt sore all over his body, as if his bones had been ravaged hundreds of times.

"what!"

He couldn't help crying softly, clenching his fists hard.

Not only the pain, but also the bone marrow-deep cold brought by the surroundings.He slowly opened his eyes, and finally saw clearly what was in front of him—this was the bottom of a narrow canyon, with no grass, no trees, only bare pieces of exposed rock.

There was snow on the ground, and the snowflakes were still falling from the sky. He was lying in the snow and was tightly covered by snow.

rustle……

He sat up slowly, shaking off the thick snow on the surface of his body.It was only then that he realized that the padded clothes were torn into disrepair, with his blood stuck to them, hanging like cloth strips on his body, no wonder it couldn't cover the cold.

"Where is this... I... was affected by the shells of the tank?"

Soon, Xu Qing regained consciousness, and the last memory before coma became clear one by one.

A gust of cold wind blew, and he subconsciously tightened his body, only to realize that he was still holding his Garand rifle in his arms.

The body of the gun is cold, but very reassuring.

"Good guy, and you are with me."

Xu Qing shook her head.

He touched his body, there were more than a dozen bullets left, a brass whistle, and a Colt pistol around his waist—the one that was originally intended for the little flower girl.

I don't know where the rest of the belongings are.

He opened the system interface, and saw that his physique had skyrocketed to 3, and the experience points were not enough to go up.

Because he only found out after adding points, between 1 and 2 is 10 experience plus 0.1 attribute, 2 to 3 is doubled 20 experience, it may be higher in the future, and the rest of his experience can no longer be added here. .

But this is already very powerful. With the feeling brought by adding points, he also probably understands that physique represents endurance, physical strength, resilience, and vitality, and can give him a stronger survival essence.

Sitting on the same spot for a while, Xu Qing felt that the pain in his whole body was gone, and his physical resilience was amazing now, so he slowly stood up holding the gun.

This canyon is very narrow. Looking up, there is only a crack like a skyline, which is just enough for a person to pass through. There is definitely no way to go up here. He can only walk forward along the valley.

I don't know how is Deputy Company Commander He?

When the shell fell and exploded, it was not far from them. They were both in the same area, but he didn't see the second person below.

Whether it's a dead body... or a living person.

I hope he can be auspicious.

Walking out of the canyon, the snow is getting bigger and bigger, and the eyes are full of snow under the night, and the mountain scenery in the distance is covered with heavy snow, and it is difficult to distinguish east, west, north and south.

"Where is this going?"

He carefully recalled the location when they ambush the U.S. military. He was walking northwest, and he could see the North Korean road. But no matter which direction he looked at, all the roads and mountains looked like they were covered with snow.

He thought about it, and there was a high probability that he had fallen from the mountain, so he took the butt of his gun as a crutch, found an angle with a slight slope, and decided to look up the mountain first.

Maybe the soldiers of the Seventh Company are still looking for themselves?

With an optimistic attitude, he headed up the mountain.

The mountain is covered with heavy snow, some places are empty, connected to ditches, and some raised places are rocks, Xu Qing doesn't want to stumble and fall again.

He cautiously probed the way with a long gun, groping upwards with one deep foot and one shallow foot, and slowly walked out of a path going up alone.

While going up the mountain, Xu Qing blew his whistle, trying to contact other people in Qilian.The North Korean mountains at night are extremely quiet, with only the sound of snow falling around. If there are people near them, they must be able to hear it.

",—"

But the sharp whistle sound resounded all over the valley, and there was still no echo for a long time.

After blowing a few times, he put it down.

I had some bad premonitions in my heart.

So he didn't stay any longer, and walked up the hillside at a faster speed.About ten minutes later, he finally reached the ridge, stuck his gun in the snow, and climbed to the top of the hill panting.

The snowy slope on the other side of the back of the mountain reflected the cold moonlight in the sky, reflecting the surrounding miles very clearly.It's just that he just stopped, still undecided in joy, but found that the situation in front of him was not as he imagined...

If one looks down from the top, at this moment, he is standing alone on the top of the mountain, with snowflakes falling beside him, and the whole world is completely silent.

Below is the familiar North Korean road, the familiar battle site, the hillside is densely covered with large expanses of shell craters, scorched land and fragmented car bodies... But, only those familiar people are missing.

"I'm really the only one left..."

He muttered to himself.

Looking at the clearly cleaned battlefield, he felt an indescribable feeling, abandoned?Or the regret of falling behind?

In modern times, he has never been a soldier. For the army and for wars, he only stays in the memory of the Internet, and he never knows what friendship in war is like.

But being with these people from the Seventh Company may only be less than a dozen days, but they all eat together, squeeze into the Datong shop together, travel thousands of miles together, and fight to the death together...

Lei Gong, Qianli, Mei Sheng, Ping He, including Yu Congrong, etc., and many familiar or unfamiliar fighters are taking care of him in invisible places.Along the way, he unknowingly had a different emotional sustenance for the big family of "Qilian".

And now, only he is left.

Everyone must think I was killed by the bomb, right?

Xu Qing looked at the empty remaining battlefield below the mountain, feeling a little empty.

But looking at the battlefield below the mountain, he quickly shook his head, swept out all the wild thoughts in his mind, and gradually calmed down.

Since you are not dead, you can't give up no matter what.

A person's battle is also a battle.

With the help of Goldfinger, his marksmanship, his cold sniping of the enemy, he already has some force that can influence small and medium battles.As long as he doesn't give up, he will be able to catch up with Qilian and fight together.

Xu Qing took a deep breath, took the gun in his hand, wrapped his waist tighter, then slid sideways slowly down the hillside.

There were many bomb craters along the way down the slope, some of which were filled with snow, and some of which were still left. He bypassed these shell craters because he was afraid that there would be unexploded duds.

Slipping to the bottom of the hill, he braced himself with his gun to slow down and stop.

This place is close to the surface of the road, and the ground is full of ruts and fragmentary corpses, but most of them have been searched, and the cars and tanks parked on the road have long since disappeared.

Xu Qing knelt down and touched a large piece of scorched ground in front of her.

This is where they first launched their attack. This is where the U.S. military convoy was cut off. The place he touched was the trace of Lei Gong and his mortar bombardment.

But even so, in such a world of ice and snow, the shells and gunpowder smoke that should have been hot have cooled down...

He looked around and saw the bodies of some American and South Korean soldiers lying on the side of the road, and most of the cotton clothes had been stripped away.However, Chinese people generally have the concept of keeping a line in life and not being too extreme in doing things. Many corpses left them with one or two unlined clothes to hide their shame.

Xu Qing looked at the khaki cotton jacket hanging on his body like a strip of cloth. His military overcoat was left to be cut by Lei Gong, and now it was almost uncovered.

"I'm sorry, ladies and gentlemen, thank you for your contribution."

Xu Qing didn't shy away from it, and directly picked up a few soldiers. He took off some American military uniforms, woolen underwear, and wool socks one by one.Just panties.

He changed the torn clothes inside, put on American clothes, put on a military uniform, put on a steel helmet, and held his Garand rifle in one hand—if you don’t look at the face, you are really no different from an American .

He raised the gun, let out a "bang" in his mouth, and glanced at it:
"G.I.? Good, easier camouflage on the road."

He took a last look at the battlefield, and found that there was nothing of value, so he turned around and walked towards the mountain amidst the snowflakes.

(End of this chapter)