right leg

Even after the White Eagle Team had walked dozens of meters away, Ji Ding could still be heard shouting threats behind them.

"Hey, come back! Where are you going?"

"I'll go with you to find it."

"Hey, why don't you take me with you? I'm very strong."

No one paid any attention to what was said.

Only then did they finally realize that Ji Ding was simply too lonely and wanted to find someone to play with. However, his personality was so arrogant that no one wanted to talk to him.

Let him fend for himself.

When sitting in the cabin again, Ling Shi felt a little depressed.

The hope of success is right in front of you, but you fall before dawn.

He stared out the window in a daze, feeling the plane take off and slowly rise into the sky.

He didn't ask where the destination was, because he no longer had a clear goal in his mind.

Then let’s listen to the captain.

The plane did not soar into the sky as usual, but instead kept flying at a low altitude, hovering over the entire Miluo City.

Miluo City wasn't big. Two hours later, Muye's voice came over the loudspeaker in the captain's cabin: "Reporting to the route team, we've completed the patrol of the entire city, and nothing has been found."

Lu Tingxiao patted Ling Shi: "Any ideas?"

Ling Shi thought about it, sighed, and shook his head.

Lu Tingxiao shouted to the captain's cabin: "Go in the opposite direction and take a detour back to base."

Makino: “Yes.”

The plane drew a large arc in the air and flew in the opposite direction.

"Hey," Lu Tingxiao pinched Ling Shi's little finger, "It's just a little setback. I don't believe you haven't encountered this before."

Ling Shi pulled up the skin on both sides of his mouth: "Yeah, I'll think of another way."

Lu Tingxiao didn't say anything else, and didn't let go of the hand that was pinching his fingers. He pinched them like a toy, one by one, flattening them, and then changing the direction to make them longer.

The plane kept flying at a low altitude, occasionally diving towards the ground to detect any suspicious location.

Ling Shi closed his eyes slightly, and scenes of his past search for the dragon horn replayed in his mind.

Despite Yu Zhengping's objections, they journeyed from the deserted country of M to the hostile Ohio; from the crowded country of Rams to the bustling Australasia; despite numerous obstacles, they successfully collected dragon horns one by one, until they reached North Africa...

Now, only Ji Ding is left in North Africa. He is still an outsider and knows nothing. He also has no idea how he got here in the first place...

Could it be that the dragon horn that "ran away" from Country M is really nowhere to be found?

At this moment, Ling Shi suddenly felt something was wrong.

His blood seemed to boil for a moment, but in the blink of an eye, it died down again. Although the feeling was fleeting, it was extremely clear.

It is the call of the dragon's horn bones.

Ling Shi slapped the back of the chair in front of him and stood up suddenly.

Lu Tingxiao turned his head to look at him: "What's wrong?"

"Dragon Horn," Ling Shi couldn't help but feel excited: "I feel the dragon horn."

He pushed Lu Tingxiao aside, squeezed to the aisle outside this row of seats, and walked to the captain's cabin in three or two steps: "Muye, fly back and follow the same route."

Makino didn't ask anything and immediately turned the plane around, drawing a very steep arc and returning to the previous route.

In another instant, Ling Shi's blood burned for a moment and then cooled down again.

He understood. This was on the critical line of being able to sense the remains of the dragon's horn.

"Makino, circle and land."

Makino: “Yes.”

He completely understood Ling Shi's meaning, and circled along the place he had just passed, slowly lowering his flight altitude.

"Yes." Ling Shi shouted excitedly, "It's here."

Once the altitude dropped, the sense of calling returned and became stronger and stronger.

While feeling the direction of the dragon horn remains, he gave directions to Muye.

The plane flew and flew, and finally landed on a grassland deep in a large valley.

It is surrounded by mountains on all sides, with only a wide basin in the middle.

The verdant bamboo forest rustled gently in the breeze. A clear stream meandered through the area. A variety of wildflowers bloomed among the grass, creating a truly beautiful scene.

However, no matter how beautiful the scenery is, no one is in the mood to look at it for the time being.

After getting off the plane, Ling Shi took the lead and walked in one direction without hesitation.

The others followed closely behind him.

Along the way, the beautiful scenery of nature was gradually destroyed - broken branches, trampled lawns, rotten wild fruits, and the increasingly strong stench in the air, which hit them bit by bit.

Everyone knows that what awaits them ahead is not some beautiful world.

When they walked around a low stone pillar, the tragic scene suddenly appeared before their eyes.

This is the end of the col, connected to a stone cliff.

The cliff was very steep, covered with trees of varying heights. The sunlight shone from one side of the cliff, casting a neat shadow of the trees on the cliff.

Countless rotting corpses lay lined up beside a cliff, most of them headless, lying on the grass, piled one on top of the other. Some were hanging from tree branches on the cliff, swaying slightly with the strong wind.

"What the hell," Zuo Hao couldn't help but ask, "What's going on?"

Ling Shi walked through the dense mass of rotting human corpses, approached the stone cliff, and pushed aside a patch of dense leaves. Sure enough, he saw a hidden cave entrance.

"The remains of the dragon's horn are inside."

He had just taken a few steps inside when he heard the sound of a rifle being loaded, followed by a voice asking, "Who is it?"

Ling Shi immediately responded: "Chinese soldiers."

The opposite side paused for a moment, and several heads emerged from the shadows.

They were all North Africans with dark skin, broad noses and thick lips. They wore turbans of unclear color on their heads and held hot weapons that were decades behind China.

The leader had a horizontal scar on his face, running from under his right eye, across the bridge of his nose, and extending to the base of his left ear.

He spoke in broken Chinese: "Chinese soldiers? How did you find this place?"

Ling Shi thought for a moment and didn't give a direct answer. Instead, he said, "According to international conservation law, China is here to search for surviving humans. If conditions permit, we can help you rebuild your homes or relocate to a suitable survival base."

Scar thought for a moment and said, "Come with me. I'll take you to see the president."

Hearing this, Ling Shi was delighted. The president of North Africa was still alive!

In peacetime, North Africans would never have allowed a group of strangers into their secret base, let alone brought them to meet important leaders. But now, North Africa is in ruins, and without outside help, they can hardly protect themselves. Perhaps the country will disappear.

Scar chatted with the other people for a while, waved to the White Eagle team, and walked towards the depths of the cave first.

All the members of the White Eagle team followed behind.

After walking through the dark cave for about half an hour, they finally saw the exit.

Walking out of the cave and into a bright and sunny place, the view suddenly opens up.

This is a paradise with scenery even better than outside the cave.

Lush green trees filled the view, and a stream stretched nearby, gurgling clearly. Wildflowers swirled on the water, drifting away along the surface.

The old branches of the trees leaned over the water, their reflections spotted by the cheerful fish. A gust of wind blew, and petals of various colors—pink, white, and yellow—danced in the air.

It's so beautiful here.

The members of the White Eagle team all looked around and for a moment forgot to continue following.

"Wow," Zuo Hao couldn't help but say, "This is a paradise on earth. I wonder if I can stay here for a while? It's so beautiful."

Scar didn't urge them, but instead stopped where he was, waiting for them to look around for a long moment.

Ling Shi felt embarrassed instead. It was a bit embarrassing for a group of China's most elite soldiers who had received rigorous training to go to someone else's territory, just like Granny Liu entering the Grand View Garden.

"I'm sorry, it's been a while since I've seen such a beautiful place. Let's keep going."

Scar continued to lead them along a gravel path.

As we walked, we began to see small huts on both sides of the path. These were simple wooden structures, clearly temporary shelters.

Some people came out of the hut one after another. Most of them were skinny and their clothes were very old.

The initial amazement at the beautiful scenery passed, and was replaced by deep sympathy for the people living here.

"Don't these people have food to eat?" Zuo Hao asked in a low voice. "They are all skin and bones. There is not a single strong person in sight."

Scar, the leader, was already muscular compared to the ordinary people, but even he was thinner than Lai Xinyuan and Yi Yan, the slimmest members of the White Eagle team.

The team walked in increasing silence, and finally, a quarter of an hour later, they arrived in front of a slightly larger wooden house.

At the door of the wooden house, a white-haired old man was waiting for them.

Scar stepped forward and saluted. "President Ali, they are soldiers from China. They say... they are here to rescue us."

The old man glanced at them and waved to them, "Come, follow me in."

He looked as if the White Eagles were just friends who hadn't seen each other for a long time and were very familiar with each other.

Ling Shi glanced at Lu Tingxiao, who nodded at him.

So they followed the old man and walked into the wooden house behind him.

The furnishings in the wooden house were very simple. Apart from a single wooden bed, there was only a not-too-big, unevenly-surfaced wooden table, and a simple wooden chair without a backrest behind it.

However, right on this simple table, there was the right leg of a dragon horn!

This is exactly what the White Eagle Team has been looking for!