Chapter 1477 Interstellar Rescue Team 25
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"Thump!"
Having made up his mind, Song Jinhuan stopped responding.
Wu Hang asked worriedly, "What's the situation?"
Song Jinhuan shook her head. "It's unclear for now."
Her gaze swept carefully over the nine people in front of her, and she instructed them: "From now on, whenever we communicate via intercom, we must first tap three times, or simulate the sound of tapping."
Everyone answered in unison: "Yes!"
Wen Jing set a good example.
"Lou Zizhen, Xuan Wei, Liu Beibei, Zhang Li, and Wu Hang, step forward."
"arrive!"
Wen Jing: "You're in charge of gathering information."
Each member of the Flying Eagle team is a force to be reckoned with, and no matter what happens, Wen Jing will always choose to trust his comrades.
I believe they can accomplish the mission!
The instructor in the team is usually responsible for piloting the spaceship when going on missions.
However, the Flying Eagle Squadron has been without a commander for many years, so Wu Hang has to join the battle every time they go on a mission.
Wu Hang tapped the watch on his wrist, and a map floated in mid-air. "I received the map of Planet Kum. We plan to go around it from the swamp."
The planet Kum is half desert and half swamp.
Both halves are fraught with danger.
Song Jinhuan stepped forward and said solemnly, "Be careful."
Wen Jing added, "Be careful."
Wu Hang smiled and nodded, "Don't worry, we will."
He then waved to the four people behind him and left in the opposite direction.
Five pairs of eyes watched them leave.
Wen Jingcai continued, "Tian Bang, Mao Ku, Ding Liangyuan..."
He paused, then said, "Commander Duan."
"with me."
Song Jinhuan pointed to another unmarked path in the yellow sand, "We'll go this way."
The other three responded with one "Yes," then became more alert and began to move forward.
Wen Jing walked in front, Song Jinhuan walked in second, and the other three walked in any order.
A small team, appearing incredibly tiny on the vast desert.
The sand underfoot was very soft; when you stepped on it, the sand would sink into your ankles.
Song Jinhuan truly understood the feeling of hardship that Bai Ruxue had described.
Each time, I have to pull my leg up.
Before long, he started to huff and puff.
His entire face turned bright red from straining.
Every so often, a distinctive sound of exertion would emanate from behind.
"Ah!" one cry after another.
Finally, it was swallowed up by increasingly heavy breathing.
Wen Jing took a step to the side and turned her body, just in time to see Song Jinhuan pulling her foot away forcefully.
His eyes were squinted tightly together.
The sand is very hot.
Every time Song Jinhuan's feet sank in, she felt like they were about to be scalded.
This won't do; she'll slow everyone down.
When Tian Bang and the other two saw Wen Jing stop, they also stopped.
He looked at Song Jinhuan with some concern.
The general's face was uglier than usual. Considering that he disliked commanders in the first place, he wondered if the sudden stop would cause trouble for Commander Duan.
Song Jinhuan pulled one foot out but it sank in again. "It's okay, keep going," she thought.
My heart was pounding in my chest, and all I could think about was moving forward and not stopping.
Even Wen Jing didn't know when he stopped.
It wasn't until the shadow fell to her side that she momentarily thought it was getting dark.
Looking to the side, I realized it was Wen Jing.
"General Wen?" she asked, her voice uneven and filled with confusion.
Wen Jing raised her chin slightly: "Do you need any help?"
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