Young Master Officer’s Wife Pursuit

The next day, at five in the morning.

It was dark.

A group of four people appeared in a bush somewhere in the back hill of the village.

"Broken legs."

As soon as he arrived at his destination, Ding Jing sat on the floor and beat his sore calf with his fist.

The shoes are not well bought. It is not as good as the military boots. They have gone a long way and have worn many blisters on their feet.

Subei found a place beside Ding Jing and said, "It's time to discuss how to find someone."

"Let me talk about what I learned."

Bu Yirong said, but the next moment, he was pulled aside by North Jiangsu and sat aside.

Su Bei's long legs were lifted, and he laid directly on Bu Yirong's legs.

Helplessly looked at the north of Jiangsu, Bu Yirong did not say anything, took the initiative to help her pinch the calf.

"Lying trough, can the two of you get away?!" Ding Jing moved away two meters in disgust, and then waved towards the ink who was watching the situation with the night vision goggles. "Xiao Momo, come and massage me. "

Mo Shangjun put down the telescope and walked towards this side.

After glancing at them, he sat down where Ding Jing gave up, and handed his arm directly to Ding Jing, "kneading."

"...Fuck."

Ding Jing scolded and rubbed Mo Shangyun twice.

Mo Shangyun didn't really think that she would massage, and raised her eyebrows and walked slowly to say: "Speak."

Step by step, the situation is complicated.

There should be something hidden and not told them.

"According to Ruan Yan, it can be initially determined that it is the Yan team, and the Yan team is not seriously injured."

Bu Yirong paused, and looked up at Mo Shangyun.

Unexpectedly, Mo Shangyun hadn't had time to speak yet, Ding Jing said first, "What's the situation?"

"I don't know the specifics." Bu Yirong said, "Someone saw him haunting the village. Although there are signs of wounds on his body, he has the ability to move freely."

"But he stayed in the village and didn't have any idea to contact the base?" North Jiangsu couldn't help but throw out his doubts.

He glanced at her and nodded, "Yeah."

"Are there any?" Mo Shangjun asked with a frown.

"He lives in a woman's house," Bu Yirong said with almost difficulty. "The woman lives alone and looks beautiful."

Ding Jing suddenly exclaimed, "Oh, I'm going, it won't be amnesia, and then it's taken care of by a flower in the village, did you compile a story?"

Mo Shangyun slapped it on the back of her head.

"Shall I try to make you lose your memory first?" Mo Shangyun looked at her threateningly, her voice full of coolness.

Ding Jing raised his hand and touched the back of the head. He sighed that the woman was really cruel.

Bu Yirong coughed and said, "Although we can't rule out the possibility of such dog blood, this kind of possibility is indeed quite dog blood, so its probability is extremely low."

"Anyway, it can't be ruled out." Ding Jing murmured.

Mo Shangyun leaned to Ding Jing, "Close your mouth."

Ding Jing: "..." It's good.

Mo Shangyun asked: "Is there any reason to rule out the possibility of dog blood?"

Bu Yirong had some regrets, "I haven't figured it out yet."

Ding Jing, Mo Shangyun, and Northern Jiangsu: "..." What's so special, suddenly there was an ominous hunch.

It's helpless to take steps.

According to his understanding of Yan Tianxing, once he regained consciousness, even if he did not have the ability to act, he would contact the base immediately.

However, he is now conscious and capable of action.

Strangely, he did not actively find a way to contact the base, and he was still hanging around in the village, with no intention of leaving.

This abnormal behavior, even Ruan Yan was in a serious analysis, probably fell into a fool when he jumped the river, and it was estimated that there was a little rescue after bringing it back.

However, in his view, "fool" is more serious than "amnesia", so they are allowed to allow them to analyze "amnesia" and fail to say the possibility of "fool".

Thinking like this, he suddenly heard Mo Shangyun said lightly: "It may be stupid."

"No?" Ding Jing blinked.

With a sigh, Subei said: "I'll know when I see you after dawn."

"So why don't the foot teams wait until dawn?" Ding Jing asked, puzzled.

Bu Yirong: How did "..." become his pot?

Mo Shangyun was still calm. After a while, he suddenly moved to ask: "Is there new news over there?"

Bu Yirong said: "Six o'clock in the morning."

"Ok."

Mo Shangyun nodded.

The equipment contacted by the base was not taken away.

However, they keep in touch directly with DARK.

Step by step, let Ruan Yan talk, contact once a day, and use a satellite phone. The satellite phone didn't arrive until yesterday afternoon. There was no contact between them. The fixed time was six o'clock in the morning after arrival.

On this day, DARK should collect some new news.

It is a pity that the waiting time is much longer than walking.

After they arrived here, they should have been relieved, but to allow the sudden news, Mo Shangyun and others suddenly couldn't help but guess that it was difficult to calm down for a while.

What should I do if I really lose my memory?

What if I'm really stupid?

It's not that they really want to think so, but... there is really no other reason to explain it.

After all, if Yan Tianxing really has such a little reason and memory, how could he not contact the base immediately? !

Mo Shangyun picked up the night vision goggles hanging around his neck and looked at the village outside through the leaves.

Before the harvest time, the rice is golden, the crops are harvested, and the houses are built along winding roads in groups of three or two without planning. This village is hidden in deep wild forests, but it is as quiet as a paradise.

Mo Shangyun looked upset for a while.

A flower in the village?

Can she look good?

"Actually, it doesn't matter if you have amnesia," Ding Jing wisely comforted Mo Shangyun, "Is it better if people live?? And with your appearance and mouth, you can't fight a flower? Then you will give Yan team Compile a beautiful and touching love story, coax him home and let him die to you. Hey, maybe he has turned into a little milk dog, and he is obedient to you. I think about it, he is usually fierce. You, a little baby dog ​​is quite fun..."

"Shut up." Mo Shangyun hadn't spoken yet. Subei was the first one who couldn't help it. "Why don't you talk about it, even if the Yan team doesn't lose memory, I will think in a crooked way—"

Yan Tianxing?

Little milk dog?

Go to yours!

Why not write a novel?

－－－－－－Digression－－－－－－－

After speaking, Yan Ye lost his memory.