On May night, various lights make the sky look dazzling. A breeze swirled over the square and flew over it. A few yellow grass flew into the air with the breeze, slowly blending into the unfathomable night.

Xiaolin was wearing transparent underwear, and the narrow light that escaped from the bathroom shot on her exposed skin, making her smooth skin as soft and delicate as jade. Xiaolin said gentlely to Hou Dayong who was taking a shower: "Dayong, I'm waiting for you outside."

Xiaolin tied her wet hair, lowered the lights, and then pulled the curtains open. Their home was on the 34th floor, with a colorful night view of the city, which was thundering through the large floor-to-ceiling windows.

Hou Dayong came out of the bathroom naked, with some small drops of water on his strong muscles. His wife Xiaolin stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, enjoying the night view of the city. Under the dark light, his wife's proud figure looked even more sexy. Hou Dayong walked over, hugged Xiaolin from behind, and his whole body was close to his wife, sliding his hands on his smooth abdomen.

Since her husband participated in the military exercise, although the transportation was extremely convenient, Xiaolin has not been intimate with her husband. Four months have been a very long time for a mature woman. Xiaolin leaned her head on Hou Dayong's shoulder and said softly: "Dayong, how long hasn't you asked me? I miss you so much."

"It's been four months." Hou Dayong kissed his wife's snow-white neck, unbuttoned her bra, and stroked her round and straight peaks. Gradually, her wife slowly became excited. Hou Dayong picked up his wife and walked towards the inner room, but the house suddenly shook.

Hou Dayong opened his eyes suddenly and found that he was still on a military plane. His meeting with his wife turned out to be Nan Ke Yimeng.

Hou Dayong is the commander of the Army Special Forces Brigade. He is 32 years old and has a strong and well-proportioned figure of 1.82 meters and a slightly dark skin. His long-term military life has made him take the calmness and ability of the soldiers in every move. He led the special forces brigade to participate in a one-month multinational military exercise. During the military exercise, the temperature of the military exercise should be in the range of fifteen to twenty degrees, but the weather this year is very abnormal. Starting from May, the temperature rose rapidly, reaching a maximum of 38 degrees, which made him and his soldiers and the participating officers and soldiers suffer enough.

The military exercise ended on May 13, 2024. Hou Dayong got tired and got offended, got on a military plane, and soon fell asleep. Because he participated in the military exercise, he had been breaking up with his wife for nearly four months. In his sleep, Hou Dayong dreamed of his dear wife again.

The plane was shaking violently, and the calm voice of the flight attendant came from the broadcaster: "The plane encountered a strong airflow and it was a bit bumpy for the time being. Please fasten the seat belts." Hou Dayong looked out the window. The plane had entered the thick clouds, and its vision became darker, but the shaking was even stronger. The passengers on the plane were all leaders of various troops leading troops, with good psychological qualities. When encountering such unusual situations, they were very calm. They fully believed in the excellent skills of the pilots in the army.

The chaos cannot solve any problem. At this time, it was pitch black outside the window. Suddenly, a dazzling white light flashed, and the plane seemed to lose control and fell sharply. Hou Dayong's heart sank. This time it was not very good! Another dazzling light flashed, and a high temperature suddenly came. Under the stimulation of the dazzling white light and the baking of the high temperature, Hou Dayong's consciousness began to blur. The figures of his wife, daughter, father and mother kept going away, and finally disappeared from the endless distance, disappearing in the boundless darkness.

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A breeze blew, and Hou Dayong opened his eyes dizzyly, and jumped into his sight were large areas of green grass and white clouds.

The plane crash! I'm not dead yet! What about the others? Where is this?

Hou Dayong tried to stand up, expand his chest, kick, twist his waist, and slowly move his body. Fortunately, he was not injured at all. Hou Dayong was very puzzled. Why was he intact when the plane crashed, even his military uniform was clean, and there was no wreckage around him, and the grass was burning and there was no sign of collision. He stood alone on the vast grassland. The green grassland was invisible. The grass was dew, and the blooming flowers were dotted. Unknown butterflies danced gracefully, the scenery was pleasant and the air was fresh.

Hou Dayong turned on the military mobile phone with the global positioning system he carried. Strangely, the phone did not have any signal and could not call. Hou Dayong wondered, this kind of military-specific mobile phone could guarantee communication no matter where it was not a special screen, so why there was no signal here.

"No matter what the situation is, God is not bad to me. If I, Hou Dayong, survived the disaster, I will have good fortune. My wife and daughter are waiting for me to go home." Hou Dayong checked his belongings, and had a "09" military-style pistol, twenty bullets, and a special dagger for special forces. This is a guy I took at any time during the exercise. There is also a windproof lighter, a watch, and two credit cards.

"It's a pity that the information was destroyed, which is really heartbreaking. After a month of hard work and many valuable summary, I can only go home and slowly make up for it."

Hou Dayong carefully observed the surrounding terrain and the vegetation of the grassland, and couldn't help but wonder. In order to do a good job in military exercises, he went to many places to see grass seeds. This place should be in Inner Mongolia, but why did he be in Inner Mongolia? The plane crash was west of Xinjiang. It was really strange. The watch was directed at 3:50 pm, but now it was clearly in the morning. What's going on? The watch was not broken and he was still walking normally, but the time was wrong. Hou Dayong thought to himself: It must be that there was a problem with the watch when the plane crashed.

Faced with these many strange things, Hou Dayong was extremely confused. He sat blankly on the grassland for a while, comforting himself: "Come on, then you can rest assured. You can take it as a leisurely person. Just think this is a one-day tour of the grassland." He decided to walk directly south, and it is easy to encounter herdsmen when he walked south. "It would be great if you met herdsmen. You can have a bowl of milk and eat mutton with your hands."

But Hou Dayong's good mood did not last long. First, he was soaked in a sudden heavy rain. Second, he was left for more than two hours without any signs of human movement. Third, he saw a sheep's corpse, which was very broken, and looked like a wolf's masterpiece. There was a wolf! It seems that the environment has been well protected in recent years. The grassland wolf that has disappeared for a long time has appeared again. The grassland wolf is a group animal, and the attack power of the wolf pack is very strong. Hou Dayong touched the pistol on his waist and felt confident. Ten years of strict training should be fine, but it is best not to encounter a wolf pack, after all, there are only twenty bullets.

Along the way, the wolves that were most worried never appeared. What surprised Hou Dayong was that this section of the grassland was well protected. There were many flocks of sheep in the distance, but it was obviously not the flocks of sheep that were freely raised by herders, but also wild sheep and bison herds.

After walking for five hours, no one was seen. Hou Dayong couldn't help but feel a little depressed. His stomach was roaring. He wanted to use a pistol to shoot a wild sheep, but the wild sheep were protected animals and threats from wolves. The bullets were used at critical moments. It seemed that they could only find something else to deal with it. Hou Dayong was lucky. When he came to a small hill, he found a hare. The hare was very agile and quickly ran away to a small hill ahead. Hou Dayong pulled out a dagger and threw it at the escaped hare. The dagger accurately nailed the hare to the ground.

The hare seemed to be nutritious, and it was heavy in its hands, and the fur was smooth and delicate. Hou Dayong was about to cut open the hare, but accidentally raised his head and found a small stream of smoke rising from the hillside.

Ah, I finally met someone.

Hou Dayong ran down the hillside and couldn't help but be stunned. Under the hillside, four or five tattered tents fell scattered on the ground. Two were still emitting light smoke. It was obvious that someone set fire. More than a dozen people were covered in blood and fell to the ground. Except for two adult men, the rest were elderly people, women and children. Hou Dayong quickly pulled out his pistol and looked around, but did not see a living person.

Hou Dayong made a quick judgment: this was a murder case of a very bad nature.

Because of military exercises, Hou Dayong often went to pastoral areas and knew the lives of herdsmen. The social security in pastoral areas is quite good, and few serious cases occur, such as some serious and harsh cases, which have never happened in my impression.

Hou Dayong carefully looked at the corpse, but found that it was a little confused. The clothes on the corpse were obviously not Mongolian clothes. The style was simple and simple, and the fabric was rough, but it was definitely not worn by Mongolians. He couldn't help but wonder: Where is this, and what ethnic group is this?

At this time, an old man moaned in a low voice.

The old man had a big hole in his back, probably because he was injured by a knife. Fortunately, the knife was not seriously injured. The old man slowly woke up, opened his eyes, and saw Hou Dayong, struggling to stand up. Hou Dayong stroked the old man and said in Mongolian saying: "Old man, don't be afraid, I am the People's Liberation Army, I will show you the wound." The old man struggled hard, but was suppressed by Hou Dayong, unable to move, and fainted again.

The wounds of the elderly should be treated as soon as possible, as it will be very troublesome if infected.

Hou Dayong carefully searched in the collapsed tent, but found no medical equipment. He only found something similar to a needle and thread bag, very rough needles, and threads of unknown materials. Hou Dayong thought: The herdsmen's lives are quite wealthy, why is this family so poor? Could it be that they crossed the border privately from other countries?

Hou Dayong was suspicious. He was not idle at work. He lit the fire, slapped the needle and dagger, sewed the wound on it, and then found some water to feed it to the old man. After treating the old man's wound, Hou Dayong found some very dark and hard meat in the tent scattered on the ground. I don't know what kind of meat these meat were. Although it looked ugly, I cut the meat with a dagger and tasted it. It tasted really good.

After a while, the old man woke up. Hou Dayong helped the old man sit up and handed him the skin that was filled with water. The old man was very resistant, but when he saw that Hou Dayong had no malice, his wound was also wrapped. He knew that it was the very strange person in front of him who saved him, so he obeyed and took the skin. The old man looked at Hou Dayong: "This man was wearing a dress that he had never seen before. He was very strong and energetic. He was not from his own tribe, but he couldn't tell that he was a clan. He was a little white and clean like a Central Plains people, but this person was much stronger than ordinary Central Plains people. He just spoke like the language on the grassland, but he couldn't understand it." The old man expressed his gratitude to Hou Dayong in his own tribe. Seeing the man looked confused, the old man expressed his gratitude in simple words of several other tribes. Hou Dayong was still confused, but he guessed that the old man expressed his gratitude to him.

At this time, the old man saw the others who were killed, let out a wolve howl, picked up an old woman, roared at Tianchang sadly, and picked up another child, hugged her tightly in her arms, and turned her face to the child, and couldn't get up for a long time.

Hou Dayong sympathized with him very much, but did not persuade him, so he let him vent his feelings. Hou Dayong understood the old man's mood very well. During the border battle, his soldiers sacrificed a lot, and any persuasion was pale and powerless to the pain of losing relatives.

While Hou Dayong was sighing, a sound of breaking through the air suddenly came from behind. Hou Dayong rushed to the left and avoided a flying arrow. Then another arrow shot straight towards the place where Hou Dayong was rushing. Hou Dayong did not stop after rushing, but rolled on the spot. The arrow stuck Hou Dayong's head to the ground, and the arrows kept trembling.

Hou Dayong avoided two arrows and was shocked and sweated. He saw a rider standing on the small slope he had come down before, shooting two arrows, pulling out a long sword and rushing down from the hillside. Without time to explain, Hou Dayong took out his pistol, loaded it, aimed, and completed the action in one go. The black rider rushed over quickly, his face full of ferociousness, and his long sword was raised high.

At this time, the old man screamed a few times. The black rider stopped his horse and stopped in front of Hou Dayong. His riding skills were extremely superb. The black rider stared at Hou Dayong with a knife. Hou Dayong was very alert to holding a pistol. Just when the two sides were confronting each other, the old man came to the black rider and pointed at Hou Dayong while talking. Hou Dayong saw the black rider's face slowly ease, and knew that the old man was explaining to the rider. The black rider jumped off the horse, came to Hou Dayong, knelt down, kowtowed three times, stood up, and said something Hou Dayong couldn't understand for a while.

Hou Dayong answered to the rider in Mongolian dialect. The two of them said for a while, but they stared at each other with big eyes and were confused. The black-clad rider turned around, took some pieces of meat from the war horse, and handed it to Hou Dayong. Hou Dayong saw in surprise that there were several heads hanging on the war horse.

Seeing all this, Hou Dayong couldn't help but moan: Oh my God, what is this place?
Chapter completed!