The high tension made Song Yan subconsciously raise her fist and beat the person under her when she was carried on her shoulders, twisting her body, moving her legs, and screaming in despair.

The person under him groaned a few times, and did not let her go because of Song Yan's struggle.

He turned around, pushed away the towering reeds in front of him and entered another road.

When she arrived on a large stone wall, Song Yan was put down, but she was frightened. The moment she landed on the ground, Song Yan danced her fists at the person in front of her: "Don't come over, don't come over, don't come over..."

The little hand dancing in the air was suddenly grabbed by a big palm.

The man squatted down, raised his other hand and lifted Song Yan's head away.

A faint light fell on Song Yan's face.

When Song Yan opened her eyes, she saw the man in front of her wearing special forces uniforms, with camouflage oil on her face, and staring at her sharp and brightly.

This made Song Yan, who was originally hopeless and helpless, suddenly ignite a hint of hope.

She slowly put down her hands that were blocking her, placed them beside her, then moved backwards, looking at the special forces in front of her with a vigilant look on her face.

The man in front of him frowned and said, "It's you."

"You...you...you are a special forces soldier..." He was wearing the same outfit as Ye Jue had when he was in his previous mission, and there were a few oil paints on his face. She felt that the man in front of her looked familiar.

The man had a stern face and his sharp eyes quickly swept over the wounds on Song Yan's body. Among them, the wound on her legs was still bleeding, and the jeans were stained with blood.

He took a step forward and took out the knife.

Seeing that he took out the knife without saying a word and then took steps towards his own direction, Song Yan immediately stepped back and said excitedly: "Don't come over, don't come over..."

"I am Shen Zhenggang, the captain of the Black Hawk Special Forces team." Shen Zhenggang's voice was loud and righteous.

Song Yan's uneasy mood was immediately shocked by Shen Zhenggang's words.

She widened her eyes and looked at Shen Zhenggang seriously, as if she was examining him.

Shen Zhenggang was extremely upset when he saw her eyes with tears in her eyes and a little questioning.

He quickly took out a sip of water from his bag, poured it on his face and rubbed his face hard. After rubbing it for a long time, he washed away part of the oil paint on his face.

Then he looked up, took off the hat on his head, and said with a stern face: "We have seen it at the military division gate. Song Yan, why did you appear here?"

When Song Yan saw him, the grievance, fear and the weak strength and calmness that had been maintaining with her own reason suddenly collapsed, and tears in her eyes flowed down like a flood dike.

It was like a heartless child crying, "Where is Ye Jue, Ye Jue, I'm looking for Ye Jue."

She looked around, wanting to find the person she missed, wanting to hug Ye Jue tightly, and get a little warmth from him, but the surroundings were covered with darkness and there was no Ye Jue at all.

Shen Zhenggang was even more irritable when he cried in Song Yan. He, a big man, didn't know how to coax women.

He shouted in the tone he usually spoke to his subordinates in the army: "There is no Ye Jue here, only me. Your leg is injured. I must bandage you. You are not allowed to move again."

"Don't touch me..."

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Chapter completed!