Xia Qing helps an Xiaoyao fix his legs. Fortunately, they have learned how to deal with it in the wild as an agent. It's a small matter for Xia Qing. An Xiaoyao has always been quiet and does not speak.

Xia Qing was busy. She took two weapons bags and sorted out the guns and ammunition. There was no food except three chocolates. Xia Qing took apart one chocolate and gave it to an Xiaoyao. She ate half of it.

They were in a coma for a day and they were starving.

With snow water to eat, although not useful, always better than empty stomach.

Xia Qing left some medicine, threw most of the guns away, leaving only some light pistols and a long gun, a few grenades, and sorted out the equipment bag. She let an Xiaoyao carry on her back. She pulled an Xiaoyao up and carried him directly.

The whole process of greeting is not a word, an Xiaoyao is forced to let her back.

"Let me come down and walk by myself." He is a big man carried by a woman, how to see it is a bit strange, an Xiaoyao's higher self-esteem is challenged for the first time, which is simply to challenge his limit.

He had never been so embarrassed as to be taken care of by a woman.

"Your leg is broken, dear. Would you please be aware of it correctly?" Xia Qing said angrily, "the snow is so loose that you can jump out of the snow mountain with one leg?"

The snow in this area is very loose. It doesn't form ice. It's deeper than the other half of the hillside. She's carrying too much weight. It takes a long time for her to take a step. It's very difficult for him to walk on one leg.

An Xiaoyao also realized that Xia Qing was very slow and laborious, and finally gave up the idea of going by himself.

At this speed, it is estimated that he is unable to move.

The weather is too cold, the pain of broken bones is not obvious at all. The gunshot wounds on the body and the wounds on the forehead are not so obvious. The only thing people can feel when they are in the snow mountain is that the weather is too cold.

His equipment bag is very light, he thinks Xia Qing didn't leave much ammunition, this is the right choice.

historical

The gangsters in country e think that they are all buried in an avalanche, and they are totally destroyed. They certainly can't imagine that they are still alive. Maybe they won't send people to chase them. Even if they do, they may not be able to cross the snow mountain.

They can take a breath for a while, as long as they find a home with a telephone, their predicament is solved.

If you can't see with your eyes, your sense of smell and senses are more obvious. On Xia Qing's back, the tip of your nose almost touches the skin on the side of her neck. There is a warm fragrance in the cold, and there is no smell of gunpowder smoke.

His hands around her, just found that in fact, Xia Qing is really thin.

She is nearly 1.7 meters tall and weighs 100. Her skeleton is slightly larger than that of an ordinary woman, accounting for most of her weight. In fact, she does not have much meat on her body. Her height and weight are 120 to him.

Tentacles are almost all bones.

He has never been recited in his whole life.

His hands measured the skeleton of a man. With his eyes closed, he could know how wide and thick an ordinary back was. When he touched Xia Qing, he felt much smaller. For the first time, he had the idea that she was also a woman.

"Take a break." More than half an hour later, an Xiaoyao finally made a sound. He couldn't see. He didn't know how long they had gone. He just judged Xia Qing's asthma. She was tired.

Xia Qing is very clear, this is more than half an hour.