manynovel Chapter 277 Only Those Who Can Bear It
Chapter 277 Only Those Who Can Bear It
Watching Yi Yi roll around on the small bed, Xu Si couldn't help but sigh.
He knew that everyone in the team was deliberately ignoring a problem.
So, how come this place is abroad?
Perhaps, whether it's domestic or international, it's all meaningless now!
Even for these extraordinary individuals, all they desire is to live one more day.
As long as there are supplies and hope, it doesn't really matter where you are.
Therefore, everyone avoided this topic.
It seemed that, apart from Xu Si, no one in the convoy was still hoping to find their family.
If they are still alive.
Even Xu Si felt that this hope was too extravagant and too far-fetched.
"Captain Fu, Captain Fu, it seems Ya Ya has found someone in the desert!"
Just as Xu Si was resting, Dou Dou's urgent voice came through the intercom system, her voice filled with anxiety and tension.
"Oh? Are you sure it's a person? There's only one?" Fu Xiaojian continued to ask.
"It must be a person, but they seem to be dying! I didn't find anyone else!" DouDou said.
The crows were originally hunting and scouting, but they never expected to find a creature in the desert that looked just like their owner.
To eat or not to eat? That is the question.
So it had no choice but to swoop down, grab it, and take it away, to see if its owner would let it eat it.
As for the middle-aged man who was being held in its claws...
However, they were so dehydrated that they didn't even have the strength to resist.
At this moment, closing his eyes seems to indicate that he is waiting for death to come.
A huge black shadow swept across the sand dunes, its claws gripping a humanoid figure that was almost the same color as the sand.
They dropped it as it flew over the convoy, not caring whether it lived or died.
Fortunately, Yang Fan was prepared. Under Fu Xiaojian's instruction, he leaped up, grabbed the object, and then lifted it to the ground.
The convoy quickly stopped and formed a defensive formation under the cover of Jiang Li's barrier.
"DouDou, have YaYa search that direction again! Bring back any living people you find!" Fu Xiaojian continued into the walkie-talkie.
"Okay, Captain Fu."
It's impossible for one person to survive in the apocalypse.
Xu Sixing glanced at the man; he was a middle-aged man with deep-set eyes, a high nose, and fair skin.
His skin was cracked and peeling from sunburn, his lips were dry and bleeding, and his camouflage uniform was tattered, but it was still vaguely recognizable as some kind of standard equipment.
He was still breathing faintly, but he was severely dehydrated and his consciousness was almost fading.
"Still alive." Yang Fan landed and gently placed the person on the sand.
"Looks like he's severely dehydrated!" Shao Bing said as he got out of the car.
Dehydration is also an emergency in the military, something he is very familiar with.
Moreover, dehydration is even more common in the desert.
He was already holding a bottle of mineral water and was pouring it down the throat of the middle-aged man lying on the ground.
It would be even better if we had Huoxiang Zhengqi Water, but unfortunately we didn't.
Although this guy isn't Chinese, he's at least human.
Offering a helping hand is a simple matter.
Jiao Jiao had already jumped out of the car, and a pale green aura of restoration condensed in her hand and enveloped it.
The middle-aged man's eyelids trembled violently a few times, and he made a hoarse sound in his throat, but he didn't even have the strength to swallow the mineral water.
Shao Bing, afraid that he would choke, pried open his mouth and carefully dripped the liquid in little by little.
"The camouflage uniform is a European and American standard... I don't know about the arm patch," Shao Bing said.
Fu Xiaojian squatted down and carefully examined the man's belongings; there was absolutely nothing there.
There was only half a cookie left in his pocket, and not even a water bottle.
After the little girl's treatment, the middle-aged man finally felt better and at least knew he was thirsty.
"A Russian?" Fu Xiaojian asked in surprise.
"Old Fu, you also know Russian?" Tashan asked in surprise.
"Hmm! He's got a little knowledge! Let's give him some more 'water' (i.e., give him some more 'water')!" Fu Xiaojian didn't go into details, but he himself had loved learning foreign languages back in the day.
Before long, Ya Ya grabbed two more foreigners and threw them down, with Yang Fan and Su Su each catching one.
Both of them shook their heads with some regret; there was no point in trying to save them, their bodies were already stiff.
"Bury it!" Fu Xiaojian said after examining it for a while.
"You're not letting him see you one last time?" Tashan asked.
"Life or death is up to fate! There's no need for that! Let's get him on the bus first, and leave this place; it's getting dark soon!"
It has to be said that Da Mao was lucky; if Ya Ya hadn't found him, he probably wouldn't have survived.
The middle-aged man was quickly carried onto the bus by Tashan and placed directly on the floor.
Sitting is not as comfortable as lying down.
Doubao gave him some more water, and his breathing gradually stabilized, but he remained unconscious.
The convoy did not stop; taking advantage of the last rays of daylight, the engines roared as they continued their trek through the desert.
And Crow never brought anyone back.
However, they soon discovered a dilapidated car camp that was almost buried by sandstorms, which was obviously Da Mao's former convoy.
"Could this Russian be heading towards that military base?" Yang Fan asked directly from the Mengshi team.
"That's very possible! Go down and see if there are any survivors."
Then Fu Xiaojian spoke into the walkie-talkie.
"The convoy will camp here tonight! Also, Jiao Jiao, call Da Mao again to check if he can wake up and ask about the situation!"
"Okay!" the little girl replied readily.
The convoy slowly came to a stop outside the dilapidated camp.
Yang Fan and Ta Shan went forward to check the situation; the convoy had clearly been subjected to a strange attack.
The carriage was covered in dried blood, and the vehicle was completely wrecked. How could anyone have escaped under such circumstances?
Was he just lucky to survive?
Is the sequence higher?
The rest of the convoy also got off their vehicles and went about their usual tasks, such as setting up a defensive line, inspecting vehicles, and preparing food.
It didn't make any difference just because I picked up a foreigner.
"Auntie, look at this." Jiao Jiao picked up a palm-sized leather notebook from the sand; the gold-stamped badge on the cover was already blurred.
Su Su took it and opened it.
The inner pages are covered with dense Cyrillic letters, interspersed with some hand-drawn, hastily drawn maps and symbols.
It looks like the team leader's notes.
Yang Fan, Shao Bing, and Wang Hu inspected the wreckage of the vehicle.
The vehicles were in extremely poor condition, as if they had been violently dismantled, and had no value for them anymore.
However, Yang Fan did find an intact bottle of vodka in the trunk of a car.
"Brother Shan, didn't you want to drink?" Yang Fan shook the vodka in his hand.
That military base had everything except alcohol, but this made up for that regret.
"That's great! I want to see if Daozi can really drink for half a day, or if he can only drink one cup of wine for half a day!"
Xu Si, who had super hearing, twitched his lips. He had been drinking for half a day, which was just bragging.
He's barely eighteen, let alone been eighteen for more than a few days, and he's never drunk alcohol before.
But he wasn't scared at all at this moment.
Cheng Cai famously said, "There are no people who can drink a lot, only people who can endure hardship!"
Although he's not a heavy drinker, he's definitely someone who can hold his liquor.