Chapter 202 Shen Zheng, I'm here to find you

Yu Xinzheng and Qian Hongtao immediately rushed to Yanluo Mountain.

Fang Qiang heard the sound and stopped the motorcycle directly.

"Xiaoluo, there is an avalanche ahead!"

Fang Xiaoluo's heart was in his throat, "Hurry, brother, we have to hurry."

Fang Qiang continued to ride forward. When he reached the foot of the mountain, the road was directly cut off.

Fang Xiaoluo jumped off the motorcycle quickly and strode inside.

She observed the terrain. The southwest side of the mountain is a steep slope. The accumulated snow should not be able to bear it. The accumulated snow is now completely falling. If no one is buried, it's okay. If someone is buried underneath, then they will suffocate soon.

Not long after Fang Xiaoluo and his team walked in, Yu Xinzheng and his second group rushed over.

This direction is closer to the location of the Second Regiment than the Third Regiment.

Yu Xinzheng saw that Fang Xiaoluo and Fang Qiang were fine, and heaved a sigh of relief, "Xiaoluo, don't worry, we will clear the road, and it won't be too late for you to go to Shixi Village."

Fang Xiaoluo tried to move forward, "Brother, no, I'm afraid it's too late."

As she walked, Fang Xiaoluo saw a blue corner exposed in the white snow.

Her heart was pounding, she walked over and pulled out the blue corner, it was a handkerchief.

There was a word "Luo" on the corner of the handkerchief, which she prepared for Shen Zheng.

Shen Zheng is really in trouble!

Fang Xiaoluo felt a little fishy and sweet in her throat, she didn't have time to be pretentious, no time to think too much.

"Brother, Shen Zheng must be here, he must be here." Fang Xiaoluo shouted while digging the snow with his hands. "This is the handkerchief I gave him. He must have thrown it out in a critical moment. This is to mark it!"

Yu Xinzheng was also anxious when he heard it, "Quick, come and dig."

At this time, Fang Xiaoluo had only one thought in her mind, she wanted to save Shen Zheng and dig Shen Zheng out.

The people of the second regiment were digging, and on the other side, the soldiers of the third regiment who returned to Shixi Village told everyone that they encountered a wolf pack on the mountain.

Wan Guangchen and his men took everyone up the mountain to look for people.

Yu Xinzheng saw Fang Xiaoluo digging there all the time, moving very quickly, and not feeling tired at all.

Fang Xiaoluo could only dig like this, she didn't dare to shout, she was afraid that the vibration would be too big, and if more snow fell, it would increase the difficulty, so she could only rely on her feelings to find the direction.

As she dug, she whispered, "Shen Zheng, wait for me, you have to hold on!"

Yu Xinzheng couldn't bear it, "Xiaoluo, Shen Zheng will be fine, maybe he just lost his handkerchief before. Maybe he is not here."

"Brother Yu, speed up the progress. If no one is dug out in more than 35 minutes, then the probability of the buried person surviving is only 25%."

"Brother Yu, they will suffocate and die. They can't breathe. Time is life, Brother Yu."

The speed of the people in the second regiment was already very fast, but the snow was too thick.

Fang Xiaoluo didn't know how long she had been digging, and finally, she touched a shoe.

"Brother Yu, come and help!"

Yu Xinzheng and his men came over quickly and continued to dig nearby.

It turned out to be a warrior from the third regiment.

At this time, the warrior had fainted.

Fang Xiaoluo couldn't slack off and continued to dig.

Time passed by minute by minute, and other warriors of the Second Regiment found several more warriors, but Shen Zheng was not among them.

Fang Xiaoluo's heart sank little by little.

Could this be what Xu Yaqiu said, that she would be happy about? This was

how her life was. Shen Zheng went on a mission and never came back, right?

Fang Xiaoluo couldn't help but shed tears. She wiped her eyes with gloves, and it was freezing cold.

"Shen Zheng, I'm here, you must survive. Shen Zheng..."

Fang Xiaoluo touched a military water bottle, and she pulled it hard, but it didn't move.

Fang Qiang hurriedly dug away the snow around him with all his strength, and Fang Xiaoluo was not idle either, and continued to dig with her hands.

Finally, she touched a person's head.

The person was lying in the snow with his eyes closed. His face and body were covered with snow, which dyed the snow around him red.

Even so, it did not affect his handsome face.

"Shen Zheng, Shen Zheng, wake up!"

Fang Xiaoluo picked him up, but the person in his arms did not respond at all.

Yu Xinzheng and the others heard Fang Xiaoluo's voice and all gathered around.

When Fang Xiaoluo saw Shen Zheng like this, his mind became unusually clear.

"Brother Yu, help me lift him over there."

Fang Xiaoluo pressed his hands on Shen Zheng's chest and began to give him artificial respiration.

After an unknown amount of time, Fang Xiaoluo only felt that his hands and arms were no longer his own.

Shen Zheng's chest finally began to rise and fall.

Then he slowly opened his eyes.

Fang Xiaoluo was overjoyed, "Shen Zheng, you...you woke up, you finally woke up!"

Shen Zheng and his team were fighting with wolves, and he arranged another team to light torches. The wolves began to be timid, but they were already blood-thirsty.

They retreated little by little, but they didn't expect that before they could repel the wolves, an avalanche hit the hillside here, and it was too late to escape.

The only thing he could think of was to throw away the handkerchief he was carrying, thinking that at least it could be used as a mark.

But now, was he dreaming, or was he dead?

"Xiao...Xiaoluo?"

Shen Zheng's voice was very low and hoarse.

Fang Xiaoluo's tears fell, she reached out and touched Shen Zheng's cold face, "It's... it's me, Shen Zheng, I came to find you."

She couldn't care less now, she directly took out the spiritual spring water from the space and fed it to Shen Zheng.

"You are covered in blood." Fang Xiaoluo said.

Shen Zheng was in pain all over, but with Fang Xiaoluo by his side, he really felt so happy.

Yu Xinzheng squatted down, "Shen Zheng, you are so lucky thanks to my sister!"

Shen Zheng coughed lightly, "There are sixteen of us." Yu Xinzheng

frowned, "Including you, we have only dug up seven now."

Shen Zheng struggled hard to sit up, "Only... seven? Are... all alive?"

Yu Xinzheng knew that if only seven of the sixteen were found, it would be too cruel, "All alive, seriously injured."

Fang Xiaoluo handed over the spiritual spring water in his hand, "Brother Yu, give them a sip first, and then send them to the hospital."

Shen Zheng was in great pain. How could there be only seven?

The people from the second group brought a stretcher and put the seven people including Shen Zheng on it.

Yu Xinzheng said, "You should take care of your injuries. You almost died. I will take care of the rest."

The sling was carried out in the snow and finally reached a place where the road was open.

Wan Guangchen and his friends came down from the other side of the mountain.

"Shen Zheng!"

He thought he was really finished this time. He met nine other injured people on the mountain. Fortunately, they were not affected by the avalanche.

But the seven people in front of Shen Zheng were all buried in the snow.

It is said that men do not shed tears easily. The moment he saw Shen Zheng, Wan Guangchen's eyes also turned red.

"Alive...alive is good." Wan Guangchen wiped his eyes, "Don't worry about the nine, I asked someone to send them down the mountain, the avalanche did not affect them!"

Hearing this, Shen Zheng finally breathed a sigh of relief, relaxed, held Fang Xiaoluo's hand, and fainted.