I don’t know if it was an illusion, but Han Shuang felt that her heart was beating violently like a drumbeat.

At the same time, my head is dizzy, my eyes are blurred, and I feel very nauseous and want to vomit.

In this feeling, Han Shuang really wanted to die.

Anyway, Han Shuang felt that she had been in the unit, but after working overtime for several days, the situation she was hospitalized for cerebral hemorrhage was far less bad than that now.

There is no way! These various problems and discomforts are all directly caused.

It is already 3:07 in the morning, and the mission deadline is less than 5 hours. As for how far is the Sanli at this time? Han Shuang doesn’t know how far it is.

Because two hours ago, Hu Biao, who was desperate, said that there were only 20 miles left.

As a result, he ran more than 20 miles away like a sandy sand. He didn't even see the shadows in the three schools.

And in this situation, Kurakuen couldn't help asking:

"Old Hu, didn't you say that you were only 20 miles away before? Why haven't you arrived after running for so long? To be honest, how far is it?"

"Oh~ I'm talking about 20 kilometers. Either you heard it wrong or I said it wrong at that time; but it doesn't matter. There's only 20 miles left at most, so everyone can get there after a little harder."

After asking, Hu Biao said something like this.

The voice fell into the ears of Kurakuen and others, and it was extremely hoarse.

In response to such a scattered answer, everyone lost the strength to complain and scold, and only the heavy breathing sounded like an old cow.

Therefore, Hu Biao's extremely hoarse voice, and no one paid any attention to it.

"If you have the strength to scold this, you might as well stay and run two more steps." Han Shuang thought so in her heart.

But at this moment, it reached his ears with a "thump" sound. After turning his head and looking, he found that it was Yang Zai not far from him, who fell to the ground.

A mortar rack carrying on his shoulder was immediately thrown out of a long distance because of the action of falling to the ground. After hitting the snow, a large ball of snowflakes immediately stirred up.

Inexplicably, Han Frost just felt something was wrong.

It was true that Yang Zai did not get up immediately in Han Shuang's sight, but instead had a violent coughing sound that seemed to be coughing up his poor lungs.

It was passed from the snow pile that buried Yang Zai, which made people feel inexplicably heartbreaking.

"Damn it! Why are there so many broken things?" After cursing like this, Yang Zai still turned around and ran towards Yang Zai who was more than ten meters behind him.

When Han Shuang ran closer, she was immediately frightened by the scene in front of her.

Because Yang Zai's body was curled up on the snow, her face was as pale as snowy as the side; but as the young man coughed violently, he kept coughing out blood.

Compared with Yang Zai's pale face and the snow-white snow around him, the blood-red ones are so dazzling.

"Black Chinese medicine, black Chinese medicine, come here to save people quickly~" Han Shuang shouted loudly in her instinct.

After hearing the sound, the black Chinese medicine doctor rushed over in less than a minute, and Hu Biao also came over together.

Such speed is actually very fast for everyone whose physical strength has reached its limit.

This speed seems to be too late, because at this time, the violent coughing in Yang Zai's mouth has calmed down.

Unfortunately, Yang Zai, a 21-year-old boy, has not recovered.

But after spitting out too much blood, he was already curled up there and motionless; to say that it was not so appropriate, it felt like a wild dog frozen to death in the wild.

After touching Yang Zai's pulse, breathing, and turning on his eyelids, he looked at Yang Zai's pupils with a flashlight.

In a calm and terrible tone, the black Chinese medicine doctor said, "I'm dead, I'm running to death."

Actually, it’s not a big Chinese medicine doctor. His tone seems so calm at this moment, and it can be said that he is so calm that he is very cold.

In the final analysis, as the team's recognized number one doctor and the health officer in the company, he has seen too many tragedies in front of him in such a short time tonight.

So much so that now, his entire relationship has become numb.

For example: Before, when I was in the mountainous terrain, I was moving forward so constantly, a volunteer soldier was extremely tired from running for a long time.

Then, while running, he fell asleep.

Below one end, I slid down a cliff on the side of the road. The other two novices connected together with leggings, the pair of migrant workers who summoned this time, all fell off the cliff.

The black Chinese medicine doctor at that time was originally out of instinct and wanted to go down to save people.

But when I shine a flashlight with a strong light, I found that I no longer need to do this.

Because the three of them were very unlucky, they fell into a pile of rocks 20 meters below. On the spot, all three of them fell into pieces of flesh and blood, and they no longer needed to treat them.

It is not the first time he has seen Yang Zai die of vomiting blood.

He had seen volunteer soldiers who were spitting blood in their mouths while running. As he ran, he fell to the ground and died quickly on the spot.

Even from the professional perspective of traditional Chinese medicine, he can be sure of such a point.

The hundreds of people in the reconnaissance battalion were able to run to this place, which was completely arousing the potential of the body, and it was such a magical step.

Under normal circumstances, this is something that humans cannot do.

However, this is not a good thing.

Because from the dialectical point of view of traditional Chinese medicine, the bodies of these people are already useless due to excessive consumption. No matter how hard they work to cultivate in the future, they will not be able to recover.

One by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, will become waste that cannot do heavy work.

Of course, there is a premise that they can survive the cruel battle that will begin almost immediately after this crazy run.

Perhaps when future generations talk about the battle in Sansouli, they would be amazed at such a night when these people marched for 72.5 kilometers in a war miracle for 14 hours.

But how could they know that these are so many men from the 113th Division who have made every effort to run out based on a belief in their hearts...

*******

Hu Biao and the others didn't have time to bury it for a while and died quickly, and they didn't even explain their last words to Yang Zai.

Just as they had no extra time to bury other soldiers who ran and fell to death, and other volunteer soldiers.

After sighing silently again, Hu Biao turned around and continued to move forward.

Great, when passing by a snowy place, I struggled to carry the 60mm mortar rack directly on my shoulders.

Without such a thing, King Kong's mortar can still fire, but the accuracy is much worse.

And in this period of time, the black Chinese medicine doctor had already caught up and made a suggestion after opening his mouth:

"Old Hu, do you think this is the case?

Those team members and soldiers who couldn't hold on, let them stay and rest. Anyway, they couldn't run away, so why bother to waste their lives?”

"No." Hu Biao firmly refused.

A suggestion from a black traditional Chinese medicine doctor seems to have no problems on the surface; but this kind of thing must not be opened, there are any special things.

Once you know that you can't hold on, you can stop and stop running. Then the energy that many people are holding onto will be relieved.

Therefore, you must not start this.
Chapter completed!