Get back on the road.

Along the way, almost no one spoke.

Yan Gui's wound was still hurting. The scene with the villagers just now and every sentence echoed in his mind. He had no energy or intention to speak.

Mo Shangyun and the other three are only responsible for the simplest communication.

Mo Shangyun had to report the coordinates, geographical conditions, and dangers of the village one by one. The whole journey was spent on reporting.

Before dawn, they passed through a village where the danger was relatively serious, but the people in charge were still alive. They quickly organized the uninjured young men and started rescue and disaster relief. Facing Mo Shangyun and the others, they

After comforting and explaining, they also expressed their understanding, and even burst into tears because they were young and tired.

When leaving the village, Yan Gui had a long-lost smile on his face. He almost said happily to Mo Shangyun, "Look, Mo Mo, it's not all like this."

"Um."

Mo Shangjun responded lightly.

There are good ones and there are bad ones.

But nothing broken.

When it was dark, the only road leading to another village was blocked.

Mo Shangjun and others thought about it for a while, and finally decided to go around it. The middle was covered with mud, and they waited to go around that road.

Then, the four of them stood on the muddy land, unable to recover for a long time.

There was no trace of the villages shown on the map in their field of vision.

Devastated everywhere.

The entire village was buried by a landslide and no longer exists.

Buildings, fields, villagers, nothing.

Under the weak morning light, what they saw was a peaceful natural landscape.

However, it was like they saw hell.

They stood in silence for several minutes.

Finally, after Mo Shangjun reported the situation of the village, he said to the other three people: "Let's go."

She was the first to turn around and never looked back.

*

After leaving the village along the original road, Mo Shangjun gave them half an hour to rest.

It's seven o'clock in the morning.

I went to bed early last night and only slept for less than an hour.

For the next ** hours, they barely closed their eyes.

very tired.

From body to mind.

The rain simply stopped.

They had no image to speak of. They were sitting on the ground covered in mud, numbly eating compressed biscuits and drinking water to solve their food and clothing problems, and then they took the time to close their eyes and sleep for a while.

In fact, I couldn't sleep at all.

There was no small talk because no one knew where to start. There was only a heavy heart.

When half an hour was up, everyone stood up quickly and neatly and headed to the next location without any delay.

Silence, silence, silence...

This seems to be the atmosphere they are most used to.

This is just the beginning.

In the next two days, what they saw and experienced seemed to be the most ordinary. Cruelty and disaster again and again corroded and numbed their living hearts, and in the end only

Let go of the remaining pity and sorrow.

They encountered several aftershocks during the process. At the most dangerous time, the entire team almost died.

However, after avoiding the falling items and the collapse under their feet, they stood there in a daze for a few seconds, as if nothing had happened, and continued to move forward calmly.

The shoes were worn out, and the feet were covered with blisters and wounds. The difficulty of this real hell environment was unmatched by the wilderness survival training they had participated in many times.

Fortunately, after two days, everyone persisted until the end and reached the key point of the route with a sound body.

The mission ends.
Chapter completed!