Fang Linyan followed Dolga behind and found that he was limping a little. Obviously, his left leg was injured, but his walking speed was still quite fast.
Not only that, he always lowered his head slightly, and his waist was obviously bent. His walking posture seemed a bit ugly. In fact, these small details could allow him to make tactical evasive actions as soon as he was attacked. It could be seen that he was a veteran with rich experience who had experienced the test of blood and fire.
After the 2 walked for a dozen steps, Dolga suddenly said,
"You can eat while walking. When we reach the place, you probably won't have time to eat."
Dolga's voice was a little hoarse, but there was a rare gentleness in it.
After listening to Dolga's words, Fang Linyan hurriedly opened the individual ration box in his hand and found that it was divided into 4 compartments. 3 of them contained 3 khaki stick loaves, but there was a round hole at the top of the loaves. It could be seen that it was hollow. This kind of bread was locally called Tesco, which could be kept for more than a month without spoiling. In the other compartment, there were meat strips similar to beef jerky.
Seeing Fang Linyan's dumbfounded look at the food in his hand, Dolga looked around, then came to a wild cactus next to him. He took out the military knife in his hand and cut off the buds on it. After peeling off the skin, he cut it into light green strips and stuffed them into the dent at the top of the Tesco. Then, he grabbed some jerky to fill the dent at the top of the Tesco and handed it to Fang Linyan to eat.
Fang Linyan took a bite with a dubious mood. He found that although the Tesco was dry and hard, it had the crispness of a biscuit. After chewing carefully, there was still some aftertaste and wheat fragrance. Then, he tasted the smooth and juicy texture of the tender cactus strips, and there was a slight bitterness. Finally, the dry fragrance of the jerky mixed together, which was extraordinarily delicious.
He only ate two pieces of this kind of sandwich Teague bread and felt a little full. Then Dolga handed over a military water bottle. He drank more than half of the water in it and burped twice. He was full.
After walking for about a kilometer, they saw a gate with soldiers standing guard in front of it. There were no signs around the gate, and the walls were tall. Only the steel fist flag fluttering beside it showed the uniqueness of this place.
After walking to the gate, Dolga obviously knew the sentry at the gate. After chatting with this person for a while, he directly waved to Fang Linyan to let him go. The 2 did not walk through the gate, but they entered from the back door of the duty room next to them.
After walking in, Fang Linyan smelled a familiar smell of engine oil. In front of him was a very wide parking lot, which was almost the size of a football field. There were many vehicles parked inside.
On both sides of the parking lot was a long row of large workshops that seemed to be maintenance workshops. There were seven or eight armored vehicles that were being disassembled. Many people were busy around. Fang Linyan didn't recognize a few of these armored vehicles. From their appearance, he could only see that they were similar to self-propelled cannons and missile launchers.
Dolga cautiously took Fang Linyan around the parking lot far away, and at the same time, he warned in a low voice,
"Kid, if you don't want to find trouble, then lower your damn head, look at the ground, and walk faster. Don't blame me for not warning you. The last guy who looked around here ended up being shot in the head and dragged out by his feet."
Hearing Dolga's words, Fang Linyan immediately lowered his head and followed him into the back path. At the end of the path, there was an iron door. An old man with sharp eyes and an aquiline nose was sitting there. When he saw Dolga, he laughed loudly, "Brother Dolga, Brother Dolga.
"Dolga, you bastard, you are finally going to lose this time. Don't forget our bet. 4 cans of canned salmon, and it must be produced in Lake's workshop! I have to admit that your team's jeep used to be a great guy, but it was finally shot in the knee this time. Scrapping it is its only way out. "
Dolga snorted coldly,
"Old Shaq, your vision has never been accurate."
The old man laughed so hard that his eyes narrowed together,
"Yes, my vision is not accurate, but Hans' vision is very accurate. He has been standing aside with a sad face for 40 minutes!"
Hearing this, Dolga's face changed. He quickly walked into the iron door guarded by the old man. After Fang Linyan followed in, he found that the venue inside was also very spacious, but the guard was very lax. Although there were many vehicles here, most of them were rusted and deformed. It should be the scrapyard. The vehicles piled inside were those that were considered scrapped, so of course, there was no need to pay too much attention to it.
Soon, Dolga found Hans in an open space in the junkyard. He was sitting on a stone next to him dejectedly. The jeep was parked next to him. Its exterior had been repaired — to be precise, the distorted roof cover and other parts had been replaced, but obviously the problem was inside the vehicle.
After seeing Dolga, Hans walked over with a frustrated face and said painfully,
"Dolga, damn it. Why did I drink last night? Forget about drinking, why didn't I sleep in the car?! I wanted to give that damn Karsi a chance, oh no … Do you know how I feel in my heart now? It's like watching my first love being dragged into the forest by several macho men. At the same time, he was still shouting in despair. Even his sexy mustache was deformed! "
Dolga frowned and said,
"Are you in trouble?"
Hans sighed and said with a pained expression:
"Yes, very big trouble. The only thing we can do now is to wait."
Dolga said,
"Wait for what?"
Hans said with a sad face,
"Wait for the new scrapped vehicle to come in, and then pray that the parts I need can be removed from this scrapped vehicle …"
Hearing Hans's words, Dolga was speechless. He was very clear about the current situation. It might take 10 days to half a month for a car to enter this scrapyard, let alone to remove the suitable parts from it. In this case, not to mention repairing the car before 9 o 'clock tonight, it might take a month or two to fix it.
When the 2 were talking, they suddenly heard a loud noise next to them. Hans hurriedly turned around and saw Fang Linyan removing the hood and throwing it aside. Seeing this scene, Hans was heartbroken, and he suddenly shouted, "What the hell is this?!"
"Hey! What are you doing? "
Fang Linyan didn't answer at this time. He looked at the situation in the engine compartment, then he went under the car again. Hans walked over angrily and wanted to stop all this, but he didn't expect Fang Linyan to lie under the car and say,
"Pass me a screwdriver. Although this car is seriously damaged, I think it can still be salvaged. At least, it can take you to perform the mission at 9 o 'clock tonight."
"What did you say?" Hans could hardly believe his ears. "How is this possible!"
Fang Linyan narrowed his eyes and looked at the bottom of the car. He said without looking back,
"Mr. Hans, what you are confused about now should be the problem of this steering lever. I also saw it. It suffered a terrible impact, and the force even transmitted to the intake manifold next to it …"
Hans immediately said eagerly,
"Yeah! Do you have a solution? "
Fang Linyan said indifferently,
"No."
***
Hans roared,
"If you don't, get out of here. Do you want to be as short as Juan Tu?"
Fang Linyan said in amazement,
"Juan Tu is short?"
Hans said,
"There have been thousands of such messages, and the fake ones have become real!"
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