Chapter 46: Life

There was a dense forest in the distance, beside him was burning helicopters. Half of Ye Zhiqiu's body was soaked in the cold river water, and felt extremely sore all over his body. A voice in his consciousness called him anxiously, "Wake up soon, you will die if you are too late."

Ye Zhiqiu knew that was to be honest, but he just didn't want to move. After years of continuous high-intensity battles, he had already exhausted physically and mentally. "If you have no life, you have no life." Ye Zhiqiu thought, "Let me rest for a while."

A flame suddenly exploded from the burning helicopter by the river, and half of the burning human body was thrown out of the plane and landed right next to Ye Zhiqiu. He had his eyes closed tightly, Ye Zhiqiu still clearly saw the man's face. It was a young face. He was still beautiful when he was alive, but he was still the same face, but he was scary and terrifyingly burned by the fire. Ye Zhiqiu remembered that this person had told him not long ago that he, an activist in the party, would soon become a regular.

Ye Zhiqiu was shocked. This was the jungle mission in 2006. He was the only one who survived and was investigated for half a year. He could not have experienced the same incident again.

The voice in consciousness immediately became clearer, and the voice shouted: "Wake up, wake up!"

Ye Zhiqiu, who was gradually regaining consciousness, suddenly thought that it was a woman who made this sound. He was shocked. This was not a movie. When did the narrator use a female voice? Did he have been in the end of the world for a long time and became romantic? Thinking of this, he suddenly realized that this woman was speaking English.

Ye Zhiqiu opened his eyes suddenly, and the firelight came into his eyes. The firelight was jumping. Right beside him, he felt that the cold river water did not exist in his dream. On the contrary, the environment he was in was extremely hot. Ye Zhiqiu could clearly see that the girl in front of him had begun to curl and deform.

Seeing this, Ye Zhiqiu finally woke up. Just like in his dream, this was another plane crash, the difference was that he was not the only survivor this time.

When Claire saw Ye Zhiqiu finally woke up, she was overjoyed. Although it had not been a few minutes, it felt longer than the seven months after the disaster. When she saw Ye Zhiqiu open her eyes, she looked at herself blankly. She suddenly became anxious and reached out to pat Ye Zhiqiu's face and said, "Get up quickly, I can't pull you."

"Uh." Ye Zhiqiu finally woke up completely and stood up with the partition beside him. The partition should be a flame-retardant material wrapped in iron plates. Although the other side was already burning hot, this piece had just begun to carbonize. Ye Zhiqiu calmed down and was about to see where he could get out. Claire had already held one shoulder on one side and pulled him towards the rear of the cabin. The two of them stumbled out of the string window, and the foot was towering sand dunes. C130 shoveled a lot of sand while sliding, and nearly half of the entire fuselage was buried in the sand, which made their escape path much smoother.

The two of them supported each other and ran for a while before sitting down behind a sand dune. Ye Zhiqiu lay on the sand and looked at Claire who was also lying invisible to the side. Speaking of which, Claire saved him this time. If she escaped alone, she might not have been able to wake up before the fire started. Ye Zhiqiu was not 007. She had done more than once to save the beauty, and was a first time to be saved by the beauty. She was quite uncomfortable.

The flames behind him were getting stronger and stronger, mixed with a pungent smell, but there was no smell of much fishy smell of fuel. Ye Zhiqiu learned the operation procedures for emergency landing and knew that the pilot should open the oil-relief valve of the fuel tank after he found that it was necessary to make an emergency landing. When landing, there should be no more oil in the fuel tank, so the fire burned so slowly. Judging from the plane's landing posture, the pilot obviously did his duty and pulled up the nose at the last moment, so the plane did not poke the head and tail on the sand like the weapon of the sea god Poseidon.

Thinking of this, Ye Zhiqiu asked: "Are there any other survivors?"

Claire was lying beside him. It was just night. The surface of the sand still retained a lot of the temperature under the sun during the day, so it was quite comfortable to lie on it. She turned her head slightly and looked at Ye Zhiqiu. The flames behind the dunes illuminated her face. The light from the face was deep and shallow. She hesitated for a moment and replied, "No."

Ye Zhiqiu now doesn't have the energy or mood to appreciate the Gothic makeup techniques. He asked strangely: "Do you have no or don't know?"

"I don't know." Claire answered honestly. When the plane crashed, Ye Zhiqiu hugged her tightly and hid behind the cabin partition. As a result, after the plane stopped, she took a lot of effort to get out of Ye Zhiqiu's body. At that time, the fire had already aroused, and the entire cabin was filled with smoke. She just felt that someone was shaking in the black smoke. She screamed a few times and no one agreed. So she couldn't figure out whether anyone else survived. However, judging from the completeness of the plane, there were still many other survivors.

Ye Zhiqiu frowned and felt that he had almost rested. He got up and looked around. He didn't find any suspicious targets. He sat back to sort out his equipment. This time he had a lot of things on his body, but there were more things left than when he was dealing with zombies yesterday. Although the battle situation seemed to be more intense when fighting with people, it was relatively necessary to save resources.

He took out a bag of chocolate from his pocket and handed it to Claire. Claire took it and asked, "Is there water?"

Ye Zhiqiu touched the collar. This time he didn't forget to bring the water bag. He looked lucky. After a few hours, the water bag was not broken. He pulled out the straw on his collar and signaled to Claire. Claire hesitated for a moment, knowing that it was not the time to pay attention to this. Finally came up, bit the straw and drank a few large sips of water, and then slowly chewed the chocolate. Ye Zhiqiu looked at her and resisted the desire to drink water. The water bag was five liters, which sounded a lot, but in fact it was not much. Although he was thirsty now, he could still hold it back. God knows where they fell, and I don't know how long it will last. But he knew this kind of thing himself, and there was no need to scare the child. Although judging from Claire's performance, she did it better than many people who were much older than her.

Ye Zhiqiu touched the bayonet on his leg. As long as he had this, he would have the confidence to survive anywhere. Then he began to test his two communicators. As expected, there was no sound, and it seemed that he was not close to others.

"Where is yours?" Ye Zhiqiu was not depressed by giving up the hope of resuming communications. It was common for him to act alone in a strange place, let alone a soft girl is with him now.

Claire glanced at him and shook his head, "I was discovered when I was talking to you." She looked at him and said, "Their commander is a general. After you fight at the base gate, he flew away in a helicopter."

"Helicopter?" Ye Zhiqiu was stunned. The helicopter's range could not be too long, so the general Claire said was probably not leaving Las Vegas: "So where are they going to send you?"

Claire shook his head as expected. It was obvious that the service attitude of American soldiers was not a little worse than that of civil aviation. Passengers boarded the plane and did not even tell where the destination was. With the C130 range, it was possible to say that it was a direct flight to Washington.

He also broke a piece of chocolate and stuffed it into his mouth and put it in his mouth. Ye Zhiqiu handed Claire a pistol and two magazines. Claire found that he used his eyes to patrol his body and couldn't help feeling embarrassed. Fortunately, Ye Zhiqiu immediately asked: "Have your equipment been searched?"

Claire nodded, understood what Ye Zhiqiu meant, reached out to take the pistol and magazine, and inserted the gun into his belt. Ye Zhiqiu saw a trace of dazzling white flashing in the darkness, shook his head and said, "Be careful, be careful of getting out of fire."

"My brother said Glock's safety performance is good." Claire answered carefully.

"Of course." Ye Zhiqiu said: "He is right, but for accidents, there is never much safety." Chris is a special police officer and has a more persistent preference for Glock than that of a soldier. However, using this concept to educate the little girl is a bit harmful, so Ye Zhiqiu doesn't mind attacking Chris's image in his sister's heart.

"I know." Claire nodded seriously: "Like that plane, it must be safe, but it will still crash." She spread her hands: "The problem is that we can't never fly for the rest of our lives."

Ye Zhiqiu waved his hand powerlessly and decided that he would never take the Boy Scouts in the future, at least he should not take the smart ones, which would be too depressing to others.

The two of them cleaned up their things and replenished some water and food. The c130 behind them had turned into a big candle, illuminating the world with light. Even if they were far away, they could feel the waves of heat. It seemed that even the flame-retardant materials would not play any role in the real fire.

"Where are we going?" Claire asked, checking his equipment.

"Don't go anywhere." Ye Zhiqiu said: "Because the sand has not yet cooled down, you can rest first, I'll keep watch."

This answer surprised Claire: "Stay here?" she asked: "Are we waiting for rescue?"

"It's hard to say." Ye Zhiqiu looked at the dark darkness. Carlos and the others had helicopters. There might be some search operations, but the chances of finding them in time were slim. The desert of Las Vegas may not be large, but the search range of several helicopters is still very wide. He just wanted to wait for dawn and might find some special reference to help him judge the location.
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