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Chapter 188 A Night in the Mountains

It was six o'clock in the evening.

Somewhere on the border, in a forest without coordinates.

Ren Ming took out a whole set of dry clothes from his backpack with a sense of strength.If it is flat, he will definitely find a place where there is no one to change his clothes.

But at this time, he really didn't have any extra strength, and these were all old men, so he turned around with difficulty, turned his back to the others, took off his already soaked underwear, and changed his clothes.

In fact, other people are also changing clothes, and no one pays special attention to him.

After the wet clothes on the upper body were taken off, a gust of cold wind suddenly blew.

"Hush, huh."

Shocked by the cold, he immediately sped up his movements. After changing into dry clothes, his body, which had been shivering since half an hour ago, finally warmed up slowly.

He put the changed clothes on the ground and sat on it to rest for 5 minutes. He regained some strength. Although what he wanted to do most now was to eat a full meal and then go to bed, he couldn’t do it. There is work to be done.

He took out the drone from his backpack and took some extra shots as a backup. After the task was completed, he chatted with the soldiers again.

Night falls.

I didn't feel it during the day, but as soon as the sun went down, the temperature dropped rapidly.

Fortunately, the fire had already been lit, and everyone sat around the fire, drying their wet clothes and chatting with each other.

The doctor accompanying the team was the busiest person at this time. He was running among the soldiers like a butterfly wearing flowers.

It was also at this time that Ren Ming realized that the stable and reliable squad leader had suffered from severe old cold legs early on.Looking at the swollen and red knee joints of the monitor, he could not bear it, but monitor Zhang looked as usual, as if the swollen leg was not his own.

Is he really Iron Man?
Ren Ming was puzzled.

"Squad Leader Zhang, your legs are like this, you should recuperate for a while, and you should not participate in patrol missions anymore, or you will have sequelae."

Squad leader Zhang let go of his clenched teeth, and said with a relaxed face: "It's okay, none of our veterans here is more or less sick, my legs are just a little red from the cold, warm up, sleep, tomorrow It'll be fine."

He glanced at the soldiers under him again, and said softly: "They are all baby bumps in the family. As a veteran, I can teach them as much as I can. I don't want the tragedy of the deputy squad leader to happen again."

Although his voice was soft, his tone was firm.

Ren Ming stopped trying to persuade him, he knew that he couldn't persuade Squad Leader Zhang.

A person like the squad leader should have been prepared long ago to dedicate everything, including life.

There is no solemnity, no hoarseness, only resounding firmness.

They "they" are like sea god needles, fixed firmly on this border line, blocking all invading enemies in front of this line, and protecting those behind this line.

what is greatness

They are great!

……

The night was getting darker.

The squad leader picked up the firestick and poked the fire, and the red flame immediately grew a lot higher.

In the crackling voice, the squad leader said gently: "Reporter Ren, it's getting late, go to sleep."

Ren Ming yawned at the right time, he was too sleepy to keep his eyes open, and said, "Then I'm going to sleep."

The squad leader looked at him kindly like looking at a child, "Go quickly."

Ren Ming completely conquered him with his performance all day long.

Ren Ming nodded and walked towards his tent.

It is said to be a tent, but it is actually a few wooden sticks covered with an airtight plastic sheet, and a thick layer of dry straw is spread outside.The plastic sheet was lifted, and there was another layer of straw in the cramped tent. Under the straw, there was a thick layer of fallen leaves. As for pillows, they didn't exist at all.

Looking at such a rudimentary tent, he did not raise any objections, because this was already the tent with the thickest straw and fallen leaves.

He stuffed himself into the thick sleeping bag and zipped it up.When he is at home, he is always used to watching or listening to something before going to bed, otherwise he will not be able to enter the state.

But at this time, he fell asleep.

The inability to fall asleep, the bed recognition, etc., all disappeared.

The work of vigil has been assigned long ago, and he is a guest from afar, so he doesn't need to keep vigil and can sleep until dawn.

That night, he had a strange dream.

In the dream, he was on top of the clouds. The soft clouds were more suitable for sleeping than any high-end mattress. He lay on the soft clouds, comfortable and peaceful.

However, at some point, the soft clouds suddenly turned into a cold snow nest. Lying in the snow nest, he felt that his body temperature was quickly taken away from his body, and he seemed to have turned into a piece of ice.

In the ear, there were suddenly more voices.

"Squad leader, I'll call him then."

"Ah."

Wang Jiahao lifted the plastic sheet, only to find that Reporter Ren had already sat up.

He said softly: "Reporter Ren, it's time for breakfast. After breakfast, we have to continue on our way."

Ren Ming: "Okay, I'll come right away."

Wang Jiahao hummed and put down the plastic sheet.

"Fuck!"

It was only then that Ren Ming cursed the swear words he had been holding back.

Now he feels very bad.

Muscles all over the body were sore, and the legs were the hardest hit. Not only were the muscles sore, but the left leg also had cramps.He bent his body forward, exerted force with his hands, and bent his toes inward.

After a while, the cramp feeling slowly disappeared.He was worried, and broke it for a while before straightening up again.

At this time, his head suddenly became dizzy, and then he felt cold all over.

He touched his forehead, it was hot.

With a wry smile, it's only the first day, and I made my body into such a ghostly look, how can I still shoot and collect materials in the next few days?

Although the shots taken so far are enough to make a video, he still has a wish in his heart, which is to walk to the finish line and use the camera to record the moment when the national flag is flying.

Flag display at the finish line is a tradition of the Border Patrol.

If this scene cannot be filmed, it may become his biggest regret on this trip.

"Reporter Ren, are you alright?" Wang Jiahao's voice came again from outside the tent.

"Okay." Ren Ming responded, bought a bottle of recovery potion in the mall and poured it down.

He didn't want to go to the accompanying doctor to get the medicine, because that would expose the fact that he was sick. Once they found out, they would never allow him to follow the team again.

Coming out of the tent, he staggered before taking two steps. Fortunately, he kept his balance in time so as not to fall and eat shit.

"What's wrong with you as a reporter!" Wang Jiahao dropped the rice in his hand and ran over directly, wanting to help him.

Ren Ming blocked his outstretched hand and squeezed out a smile, "I'm fine, I just tripped over it."

Wang Jiahao looked at his flushed face and said seriously: "Reporter Ren, you have a fever."

He used affirmative sentences, not interrogative sentences.

……

　The book seems to have entered a bottleneck period... Do you want to save it by bursting?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)