More than a month later, in the afternoon.

On the vast Gobi, a skinny man was walking forward with difficulty, carrying a backpack, his hair was a little long, his face was seriously peeling, he couldn't see a little moisture, and even his eyes were sunken.

For more than a month, Yang Zheng has followed the mission route, passed through the vast desert and grassland, and finally came to human society, the asphalt road under his feet makes people see the hope of persevering, I don't know how long I haven't eaten a hot meal, how long has I not drunk a good meal.

It's a very simple requirement, you can do it by turning on the faucet in the modern city, however, in the dry desert, in the vast grassland, it becomes more difficult than climbing to the sky, there are lizards, snakes, and even sardines in the desert, as long as you look for it carefully, you can always find some, so as not to starve to death, but it is really difficult to have no water, it is too bitter.

Yang Zheng can only eat the water in the cactus ball to survive, and even lick the damp soil in a dirt pit, just for the feeling of that little water, when he entered the depths of the desert, Yang Zheng was about to die of thirst, and fortunately found a dead camel, without an owner, Yang Zheng opened the rumen, and took out the water inside.

The rumen of the camel is used to store water, like a water bag, saving Yang Zheng, otherwise it would have become a dry corpse in the desert at this time, the grassland is better, the grass rhizome contains water, Yang Zheng ate fresh rhizomes to replenish water while walking, and finally came out alive.

More than a month of inhuman life, Yang Zheng felt that he was no different from the beast, walking slowly, his eyes were a little loose, this is dehydration, Yang Zheng stopped, opened his eyes with difficulty and looked ahead, eager to find something, but all around was dry next door, except for the stone is dry soil.

"It shouldn't be far away, right?" Yang was walking slowly, constantly giving himself psychological hints.

"Poof-" Yang Zheng fell to the ground, throbbing in pain, and couldn't get up for a long time.

An off-road vehicle whizzed up, stopped next to it, jumped down a man, and asked with concern: "Brother, how are you?" Does it matter? ”

Saying that, this person ran over and helped Yang Zheng up, and another person jumped out of the car, holding a bottle of mineral water and said, "Come, drink some, are you a believer asking for a wish, or are you deliberately torturing yourself?" It looks like an ascetic, and if it weren't for the fact that it looks like a person, I would have thought it was a beast. ”

"Don't talk nonsense." The man said before.

"Thank you." Yang Zheng said politely, and did not take the water, but asked, "How far is Tianma Slope?" ”

"Tianma Slope? I haven't heard of this place name, so let's get in the car and give you a ride. The man said.

"No, thank you, let's go." Yang Zheng said gratefully, refusing to help.

"Take the water." The man continued.

"Thanks, no, I can do it." Yang Zheng said gratefully, although no one supervised, and no one knew about drinking, he couldn't pass his own level.

"It's really a weirdo, okay, you take it easy, there are not many cars on this road, but it's not nothing, if you can't do it, just stop the car for a ride, and when you go out, everyone will help." The man said.

Yang Zheng thanked him, waved his hand to signal the other party to go, and looked ahead, it was already winter, the cold wind was whistling, the ice was biting, the sky became gray and heavy, it might be snowing, Yang Zheng smiled helplessly, but still walked forward persistently.

I don't know how long it took, maybe two hours, maybe half an hour, Yang Zheng's consciousness became more and more scattered, his eyes were difficult to focus, his steps were vain, and he could fall down at any time, this feeling was desperate, did he have to die on the last road.

According to the mission map, the next target point is the key point, Yang Zheng came over about a week in advance, but the body deficit is too big, and he is about to run out of oil and the lamp is dry, poof-Yang Zheng fell again, I can't close my eyes and sleep well, I really don't want to go.

It's too bitter, too tired, too sleepy.

Yang Zheng raised his head with difficulty and looked ahead, still hasn't he reached the end? I can't walk, I really can't walk, so just give up? So the bitterness has come over, and there is only one last way left, do you really want to give up?

Despair, helplessness, confusion, all kinds of emotions surged into his heart, Yang Zheng tried to open his eyes, not let himself fall asleep, if he really slept in this wilderness, he would definitely freeze to death, under the domination of the desire to survive, Yang Zheng slowly got up unwillingly, took out the dog-legged knife, gritted his teeth, and pierced his chest.

The dogleg knife was extremely sharp, piercing the clothes, stabbing into the chest, and entering the flesh for three points, a powerful pain swept through his mind, dispelling fatigue, Yang Zheng felt that he was suddenly sober a little, gritted his teeth and continued on the road, this bloodletting method is taught in the video, people give themselves a knife when their consciousness collapses, they can wake up for a short time, and after that, the body will be more tired.

I can't take care of it, I can't take care of everything, I just die left and right, let's fight.

Yang Zheng gritted his teeth and walked forward, hoping to take advantage of this short time to hurry more, a smile appeared in his mind, and the worry of the little sister was very real, as if she was shouting, calling.

Puff - I don't know how long it took, Yang Zheng fell to the ground again, all the pictures disappeared, his consciousness was scattered again, his eyelids were as heavy as a mountain, he couldn't close it, he never opened it again, but a voice shouted in his heart, calling.

Yang Zheng picked up the dogleg knife with difficulty, and his deeply sunken eyes were more ruthless, that was the desire and persistence for life, Yang Zheng gritted his teeth, stabbed into his chest again, let the blood flow, and laughed, like a demon out of hell, with a little arrogance, a little cold, a little ruthless.

The stinging pain dispelled the exhaustion, the brain woke up again, Yang Zheng continued on the road, I don't know how long it took, he fell to the ground again, the blood stained the ground red, Yang Zheng played with his life again, and gave himself a knife, if he didn't go, he would die, and if he went, there might be a glimmer of life, and he fought hard.

I don't know how long it took, and I don't know how many knives I gave myself, finally, Yang Zheng fell down again, and he couldn't even move his fingers, let alone use the dogleg knife to do another suicidal stimulation, lying flat on the ground, motionless, with endless unwillingness and longing for Gao Shou and Ah Mei.

"I'm sorry, my love, I'm sorry, comrades-in-arms, I've really done my best." A voice appeared in Yang Zheng's mind, and a line of hot tears rolled down.

The moment he closed his eyes, Yang Zheng seemed to see a helicopter whizzing towards him, maybe it was a hallucination, right? Death is not peaceful? Yang Zheng passed out and lost consciousness.

(End of chapter)