Goddess, they also hung glucose and fed some water to the archaeological team, it seems that they can barely pick up a life, but the injured guy is not so lucky, although the wound has been scarred and fortunately there is no inflammation, but because of blood loss, the body function has declined sharply, and there is no replenishment for five consecutive days, not even the minimum water, not to mention that he is an injured person who can't stand it, after a veterinarian's examination, it was determined that this person is no longer saved.

We didn't care whether he was alive or dead, but the strange thing was that the people of the archaeological team didn't seem to react, looking at the expression that didn't seem to be familiar with the deceased, only the captain of the archaeological team sighed softly, but he only regretted that there was no sadness.

I sat next to the tank, holding the bag of glucose in my hand, I had a relationship with them, not as iron as the wolf ninja, but they were also comrades who lived and died together, and it was equally uncomfortable to see them in such a miserable way.

"I heard that you went to Sicily to fight with the mafia, why did you come to Egypt?" The tank smiled at me weakly, as the saying goes, people are iron and rice is steel, I have a deep understanding today, the tank is close to two meters of big man, there is nothing to eat for a few days to make it look like a soft-footed shrimp, even a word is panting.

It is said that special forces are warriors from hell, and they are kings who can survive in any harsh conditions, but no matter how strong a warrior is, there is not even a cockroach in this ancient tomb buried deep underground, and I have never seen a living creature after walking for so long, even if there is no great ability, there is nothing to be done without food.

"The matter in Sicily has been settled, and I was going to Africa to meet the captain, but I received your distress signal." I chuckled, thankfully we had arrived in time, if it had been two days in the evening, we would have had to collect the body.

"I owe you once!" The tank is a breath of relief, and the feeling of immortality is as enjoyable for us as being in bed.

"It's boring to say that, I don't have such a good memory when I owe it back and forth." I said lightly, if you want to say that you owe, there is no one in Caesar's dozens who does not owe anyone, they all rely on each other and come over, today I save you, tomorrow you save him, the day after tomorrow he saves me, because of this we can come back alive from the battlefield again and again.

"That's right, from the time I joined the army to join Caesar as a mercenary, I fought hundreds of battles big and small, fantasized about countless ways to die, was shot in the head by bullets, was killed by bayonets, was killed by bombs from air raids, and was even tortured to death by the enemy as a prisoner, but I never thought that one day I would starve to death and die of thirst, think about it, I am so aggrieved!"

The tank cursed self-deprecatingly, no one thought that he would be able to leave alive when he was a soldier, but even if he died, he hoped to die vigorously on the battlefield, not like this.

"Hehe, the battlefield can't kill us, isn't that too cheap for our group of demons? People like you and me are destined to die a bad death, but I have fantasized about a piece of gold falling from the sky and smashing my head, is it much more high-end than your way of dying? I patted him on the shoulder with a helpless wry smile, and I didn't know if I was comforting him or myself.

"If there is such a way to die, remember to take me with you then!" The tank shuddered and chuckled softly.

"By the way, didn't you come in with supplies? It's enough to last a few days, how do you make it look like a bear? I asked suspiciously, the archaeological team won't talk about it, it is impossible for tanks to carry out tasks without dry food, food and medicine are essential things in the backpack, under normal circumstances, how can the things of the six of them add up to last for ten days and half a month.

"Don't mention, there were people in that group of people who mutinied, and when we entered the tomb, they stole everyone's food and water, and they were now wounded by one person, the one who just died." The dinosaur next to him pointed to the member of the archaeological team who had died from his injuries.

"So what are you doing? Why don't you kill him and get it back? I asked, puzzled, it was too easy for dinosaurs to kill a person in this tomb.

"At that time, this burial chamber had just been opened, and in order to save energy, everyone unloaded their excess things and piled them up next to the stone door, and our attention was on the four coffins, God knows when that guy slipped back and stole everything, and when we were here, only the injured guy fell to the ground, and the renegade bastard had already fled with food and water."

Dinosaurs are also very helpless about this, who would have thought that someone would do such a stupid thing when they were also trapped on the ground, everyone may still have a glimmer of life together, and a person hiding in this kind of dark tomb, even if he can live for two more days, it is better to live than to die.

"That guy must have a good relationship with the mutinous bastard, right?" I asked with a sneer, pointing to the man who had died not far from his injuries.

"It's said to be a brother!" The tank glanced over and smiled mockingly.

We have seen too many things about our brothers turning against each other in order to survive, and we are not surprised by this, but we are disdainful of this kind of brotherly feelings.

"No wonder no one is sad when he dies!" I sneered, his brother hurt everyone like this, this group of people didn't kill him, it's good, how can he still have a good face.

"If it weren't for his injury, I would have screwed his head off and let out of my breath." The dinosaur glanced at the corpse over there, and his voice gradually gained confidence, and his strength was gradually recovering.

At this time, I thought of the drop of blood that fell on my head, so it seems that the guy hiding in the shadows is probably the bastard who stole the food and escaped, it is estimated that he is now repentant in his intestines, but unfortunately, even if he kneels in front of us and kowtows, it is useless, it is his own stupidity that has sent him into the abyss of death, and he must pay for it, and no one can save him.

The young master, the prince and others helped the other brothers over, we sat together, rested for more than two hours, each of us recovered some strength, at least I had the strength to stand up and walk, but the people in the archaeological team were obviously much weaker, except for the captain who could barely stand up, the others were still weak, and they couldn't do it.

It seems that it will take at least one night for them to regain their strength, and we don't have time to spend here with these tomb robbers, and it is still a rare mercy for God's sake to save their lives, and then whether they live or die depends on their own creation.

Of course, if we have the strength to follow us away, we will not refuse, but looking at that weak appearance, we must have a weak heart.

We got together and discussed, leaving some of the rest of the food for them, and then helped the weak brother to stand up and prepare to leave the tomb, to be honest, I don't want to stay in this kind of ghost place for a moment, and the word of mouth on the door said, "The high priest's mausoleum, the trespasser dies!" "It's been lingering like a nightmare in my head, maybe there are so many ghost legends in China that I don't think it's as simple as scaring people.

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