When Xu Qing woke up again, he didn't know how long it took, but he felt aching all over his body, as if his bones had been destroyed and ravaged hundreds of times.

"ah!"

He couldn't help but scream softly, clenching his fists hard.

Not only was it painful, but it also had the coldness that penetrated into the bone marrow around him. He slowly opened his eyes and finally saw clearly what was in front of him - this was a narrow bottom of the canyon, with no grass or trees, only bare exposed rocks.

The ground was covered with snow, and snowflakes were still falling in the sky. He was lying in the snow and was covered with snow.

rustle……

He slowly sat up and shook off the thick snow on his body. Then he found that the cotton jacket was broken, sticking to his blood and hanging it into a cloth strip on his body. No wonder it could not cover up the cold.

"Where... I'm affected by tank shells?"

Soon, Xu Qing's consciousness recovered, and the last memories before the coma became clear one by one.

A cold wind blew, and he subconsciously tightened his body, and then he realized that his Garland rifle was still holding in his arms.

The gun body is cold, but very reassuring.

"Good guy, you're with me."

Xu Qing shook his head.

He touched his body, leaving more than a dozen bullets, a brass whistle, and a Colt pistol wrapped around his waist - the one I was going to give to Miss Flower.

But I don’t know where other personal belongings have fallen.

He opened the system interface and saw that his physique had soared to 3, so the experience value was not enough.

Because he only realized after adding points that between 1 and 2, there are 10 experiences plus 0.1 attributes, and 2 to 3, there are 20 experiences that double, which may be higher in the future. His remaining experience will no longer be added here.

However, this is already very powerful. With the feeling brought by the addition of points, he probably understands that physique represents endurance, physical strength, recovery, and vitality, which can give him stronger survival essence.

Sitting there for a while, Xu Qing felt that his whole body was not so painful. Now his physique is amazingly recovering, so he slowly stood up with his gun.

The canyon is very narrow. Looking up, there is only a crack like a sky, just enough for one person to pass through. He definitely can't walk up here, so he can only walk along the valley.

I don’t know how Deputy Company Commander He is doing?

When the shells fell and exploded, they were not far from them. They were both in the same area, but he did not see any trace of a second person below.

Whether it is a corpse... or a living person.

I hope he can be lucky and have a good appearance.

Walking out of the canyon, the snow is getting heavier and heavier. The place you see is full of snow under the night sky. The mountain scenery in the distance is covered with heavy snow, and it is impossible to tell the difference between east, west, south and north.

"Where is this going?"

He carefully recalled the direction they were ambushing the US military. He was about to walk northwest and could see the North Korean highway, but at this time he looked over in any direction, and the road and the mountain looked like it was covered with snow.

He thought for a while and probably fell off the mountain, so he took the butt as a crutch, found a slightly slower angle, and decided to look up the mountain first.

Maybe the soldiers of the 7th Company are still looking for themselves?

He looked up the mountain with an optimistic attitude.

The mountains are covered with snow. Some places are empty, connected to ditches, and some bulging places are rocks. Xu Qing doesn't want to fall down again.

He carefully used a spear to explore the path, groped up with one foot deep and one foot shallow, and slowly walked out of a path where he was alone.

While going up the mountain, Xu Qing blew his whistle and tried to contact the others in the 7th Company. The mountains of North Korea were particularly quiet at night, and there was only the sound of snow falling around. If there were people from nearby, they would definitely hear it.

“?,??——”

But the sharp whistle sounded across the valley and there was still no reply for a long time.

After blowing a few times, he let it go.

I had some bad premonition in my heart.

So he stopped stopping and accelerated his pace on the hillside. After about ten minutes, he finally reached the ridge, inserted his gun into the snow, and climbed up to the top of the hillside with breath.

The snow slope on the other side of the back of the mountain reflects the cold moon in the sky, illuminating this radius for several miles extremely clearly. But he just stood there, and was still happy, but found that the front of him was not as good as he imagined...

If you look down from above, at this moment, he is standing alone on the top of the mountain, with snowflakes falling beside him, and the whole world is silent.

Below is the familiar North Korean highway, a familiar combat site, with large tracts of shell craters, charred land and fragmented car bodies... But only those familiar people are missing.

"I'm really the only one left..."

He murmured to himself.

Looking at this battlefield that was obviously cleaned, he felt indescribable. Was abandoned or left behind?

In modern times, he has never been a soldier. He only stays in the memory of the Internet for troops and wars, and never knows what comrades feel like.

But with these people from the 7th Company, perhaps only less than ten days, they all had dinner together, squeezed into the big bunk bed together, trekking thousands of miles together, and fought to the death together...

Lei Gong, Qianli, Mei Sheng, Pinghe, Yu Congrong, etc., and many familiar or unfamiliar soldiers were taking care of him in places that they could not see. Along the way, he had unknowingly gained some different emotional sustenance to the big family of the "Seventh Company".

And now, he is the only one left.

You must think I was killed by the bomb?

Xu Qing looked at the remaining battlefield where there was no one at the foot of the mountain, and felt a little empty.

However, looking at the battlefield at the foot of the mountain, he quickly shook his head, swept out all the random thoughts in his mind, and slowly calmed down.

Since you are not dead, you can't give up anything you say.

A person's battle is also a battle.

With the help of the Golden Finger, his marksmanship and cold sniping against the enemy, he already had some force that could influence small and medium-sized battles. As long as he did not give up, he would be able to catch up with the 7th Company and fight together.

Xu Qing took a deep breath, held the gun in his hand, wrapped it tighter around his waist, and then slowly slid down from the hillside with his body sideways.

There were bumpy craters along the slope, some filled with snow, and some left aside. He bypassed these shell craters because he was afraid of any duds that had exploded.

Slowing to the bottom of the hillside, he used his gun to slow down and stop.

It is close to the surface of the road, with ruts and fragmented bodies on the ground, but most of them have been plundered and the cars and tanks parked on the road have long disappeared.

Xu Qing squatted down and touched a large charred ground in front of him.

This is where they first launched the attack. The US convoy was cut off from here. The place he touched was the traces of Thunder Gong and his mortars bombarded by mortars.

But even so, in such a snowy and ice, the shells and gunpowder that should have been boiling hot have cooled down...

He looked around, some corpses of US and South Korean soldiers were lying on the roadside, and most of the cotton coats were stripped away. However, the Chinese generally have the idea of ​​staying at the forefront of being a human being and not doing things too well. Many corpses left to them with one or two shy clothes.

Xu Qing looked at the yellow cotton jacket hanging like a cloth strip on his body. His military coat was cut with Lei Gong, and now it was almost unobstructed.

"I'm sorry, all Americans, thank you for your contribution!"

Xu Qing was not afraid of it, so he took off several soldiers, including several American military uniforms, wool underwear and socks, and he took off his underwear one by one. Forget it.

He changed the damaged clothes inside, put on American clothes, put on military uniforms, and put on a steel helmet, and held his Garland rifle in one hand - if he didn't look at his face, it would be no different from Americans.

He raised his gun, made a "bang" sound in his mouth, and glanced at him with a false eye:

"American soldiers? Very good, it's easier to disguise on the road."
Chapter completed!