He thought of Aqiang, who always had a bright smile on his face, the guy who never gave up in training and bravely moved forward in battle. He wondered if he was okay at the moment and whether he was still as energetic and motivated as usual.
There is also the thoughtful Xiaomei, who always offers warm encouragement and care when everyone is tired. I wonder if she is secretly sad and worried about my departure now.
That honest and simple Liu was incredibly strong and always worked hard. I don’t know if he was worried about my disappearance.
And the captain, the serious yet warm-hearted leader, I wonder if he is frowning, planning how to find me, or worried that something bad has happened to me.
He could almost see his friends sitting together, discussing his whereabouts, their faces filled with anxiety and concern. Their eyes revealed their worry for him, and every expression and every word appeared vividly in his mind.
At this thought, a warm feeling welled up in his heart, mixed with a deep sense of guilt. He wished he could return to the base immediately, tell them he was fine, and put their minds at ease. His thoughts involuntarily returned to the accident he had encountered during this outing. Those terrifying scenes kept replaying in his mind, and a trace of regret and self-blame could not help but well up in his heart.
He remembered that when he set out, he was overconfident and did not fully anticipate the possible dangers. In that seemingly peaceful area, he relaxed his vigilance and did not notice the danger lurking in the dark.
When the unexpected happened, he realized his negligence. The sudden attack caught him off guard. His companions were in trouble because of his poor decision-making. Some were injured, and some even faced death.
He regretted not being more cautious and not listening to other people's opinions. If he had been more careful and thoughtful, perhaps this disaster could have been avoided.
Self-blame weighed on his heart like a heavy stone. He felt that it was his fault that everyone had suffered pain and loss, and the deep sense of guilt made it difficult for him to let go.
He unconsciously clenched his fists, hating himself for being so reckless and thoughtless. Every time he recalled those moments, his heart ached as if being cut by a knife, and he secretly vowed that if he had the chance again, he would never make the same mistake again.
But he knew clearly that indulging in self-pity at this moment was tantamount to chronic suicide and would be of no use at all. He bit his lips hard until he tasted a hint of blood, using the pain to force himself to wake up.
He took a deep breath, trying to drive away the negative emotions from his mind. He told himself that he couldn't be defeated like this, and couldn't let regret and self-blame become the last straw that broke the camel's back.
He raised his head, his eyes becoming firm and resolute. He knew that only by pulling himself together would he have a chance to make amends and hope to get out of the predicament.
He shook his head vigorously, as if to get rid of all the negative thoughts. He clenched his fists tightly, secretly cheering himself up, and kept shouting in his heart: "I must cheer up, I must be strong!"
The flame of fighting spirit rekindled in his eyes, a desire for survival and an expectation for the future. He told himself that no matter how many difficulties and obstacles lay ahead, he must face them bravely and overcome them. After a short rest, Xiao Yi slowly opened his tightly closed eyes. His body was still a little heavy, but he was no longer as exhausted as before.
He gently moved his limbs, and the slight tingling in his fingers and toes told him that his body was gradually recovering. He slowly stretched his arms, relaxing his tense muscles bit by bit, and could feel his strength returning bit by bit.
Xiao Yi sat up straight, took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled, his chest rising and falling rhythmically with his breathing. He could feel that each breath was smoother than the previous one, and the air seemed to be able to enter the lungs more deeply, providing more oxygen to the body.
He tried to stand up, wobbling a bit at first, but he quickly regained his balance. His legs, though still a little weak, were able to support his weight.
Xiao Yi stamped his feet lightly, feeling the solid feeling coming from the soles of his feet, and felt more at ease in his heart. He raised his hand to wipe away the remaining sweat on his forehead, and the fatigue on his face also eased a little.
He moved his neck, turning it left and right, and heard the "cracking" sound of his bones, but he did not feel any discomfort. Instead, he felt a sense of comfort after relaxation.
Xiao Yi knew that although his physical strength had only recovered a little, it was already a good start, giving him the confidence and courage to move forward.
Xiao Yi took a deep breath and sat steadily in the driver's seat of the armored vehicle. He gripped the steering wheel tightly with both hands, his eyes firm and focused, and then pressed the start button hard.
The armored vehicle's engine emitted a low roar, breaking the tranquility of the woods. Xiao Yi lightly stepped on the accelerator, and the armored vehicle slowly moved forward.
The wheels creaked as they crushed the dead branches and leaves on the ground. He carefully steered the vehicle, avoiding the thick tree trunks and protruding rocks.
The armored vehicle struggled through the woods, branches scraping against the vehicle body from time to time, making sharp friction sounds. Xiao Yi focused his attention on the road ahead, turning the steering wheel flexibly to make the vehicle zigzag along the narrow forest path.
The sunlight filtered through the gaps in the leaves and fell onto the car, creating patches of mottled light and shadow. Xiao Yi's face flickered, and sweat slid down his cheeks, but he didn't bother to wipe it off.
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