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"Forget it, it's up to you. Just sing if you like."

Yang Yunfan tried to persuade him a few times, but found that these people ignored him and continued to sing ancient songs that he did not understand, while constantly making gestures with his hands, as if they were offering sacrifices.

He has completely lost his temper!

This is a cultural generation gap, and it cannot be persuaded by just a few words.

He shook his head, then walked outside the house on crutches.

The sun outside is about to set, and the afterglow of the setting sun illuminates the entire land golden and beautiful, making it very beautiful.

From time to time, there would be a few unknown big birds, chirping loudly, flying out of the forest and flying freely to the other side of the cliff.

"I don't know, how long should I stay here?"

Looking at the natural and harmonious beauty in front of him, Yang Yunfan sighed slightly.

This primitive tribe has very little communication with the outside world. If he wants to go out, he may have to wait until his injury is completely healed. His injury is very serious, and it will take a hundred days for him to be injured.

It will happen in a few months!

"Forget it, let's take one step. At least, the food here is pretty good."

Yang Yunfan thought about enjoying himself in the midst of suffering.

There are not many types of food here, just some bison meat and bass from the river, but the quantity is quite sufficient.

As for vegetables, there are a lot of them stored in the yard behind.

However, Yang Yunfan only knew corn and sorghum among them. Many other vegetables may be specialties of Africa, but he didn't know much about them.

…

at the same time.

At the place where Yang Yunfan's plane crashed.

The flames were raging, burning half of the sky red. The mountain forest had been burned into black ashes. I don't know how many small animals did not escape and died in the fire.

Above this mountain forest.

Three US military helicopters made a "wow" sound and observed condescendingly.

"Captain, the situation may not be good!"

"The moment the plane crashed, it exploded. The unburned aviation fuel poured in and burned the entire mountain forest!"

"At the moment of the explosion, the plane disintegrated. If there were really people inside, even if they were lucky enough to escape the first explosion, they would certainly not be able to escape the burning of aviation fuel. Aviation fuel is a concentrated oil,

The burning degree of gasoline is much higher, and in just a moment, the flames it produces can engulf more than a hundred meters around it!"

"so……"

At this point, a soldier on the plane couldn't go on.

His conclusion is clear.

Yang Yunfan is dead!

"I see!"

When the American captain heard this, he knew that his men were telling the truth.

It's a pity that Yang Yunfan, a generation of miracle doctor and world medical master, died in a place like this.

The fact that Yang Yunfan treated the medulla oblongata of John, an American Navy SEAL officer, in Los Angeles was widely circulated within the U.S. military. Many American officers and soldiers admired Yang Yunfan's medical skills. Therefore, when the English spoke up this time, they did not think too much about it.

, I agreed directly.

However, after searching for a day, I finally found the plane.

However, the result is not very good!

At this time, the American captain sighed slightly and said helplessly: "Inform the Chinese people and let them come and take a look! It's probably difficult to identify the body after it was burned like this."

Under the burning of aviation fuel, let alone a complete body, the ashes may not even exist.

Here, it has become a scorched earth!

Especially in the area of ​​about 500 meters centered around the crash site of the plane, almost even the stones were weathered due to the high temperature and turned into ash.

The complete body may not be found...

"I understand! Captain!"

The soldier looked at the scorched black ground below and felt a little pity.

However, he is a soldier and has seen many such scenes in Africa. Without saying anything, he turned around and contacted his headquarters through the radio on the helicopter. The headquarters then used a high-power radio to notify

Chinese peacekeeping force.

…

South Sudan, peacekeeping force base.

Major Zhang Keding is waiting anxiously in the office. He has finished drinking the water in his tea cup several times. The ashtray on his desk is also full of cigarette butts. The room is filled with smoke, making people breathless.

.

"Major Zhang! There's news!"

Suddenly, a soldier broke into Major Zhang's room, holding a piece of paper tightly in his hand. This was a telegram message from the US military.

However, the news above was so shocking that the soldier didn't know what to say.

"Any news? Bring it to me!"

Major Zhang saw the soldiers coming in anxiously with a note in their hands. He knew that this was probably a message from the US military.

At this time, the soldier handed over the note with some difficulty and said: "Major Zhang, the crashed plane has been found. But, but... this is the estimate of the US military. They believe that the probability of Colonel Yang Yunfan's death is as high as 100,000.

Ninety out of ten!"

"What?"

Hearing this, even Major Zhang had already prepared his mind. At this time, he felt that his eyes were turning black, and he felt a little unable to stand.

He "popped" and sat weakly on the chair. He felt as if stars were popping out of his eyes and his ears were "buzzing". This was because his blood pressure rose rapidly, impacting his brain and causing compression of the visual and auditory nerves.

"Major Zhang, Major Zhang, are you okay?"

The soldier saw Major Zhang's eyes were dull and his face was ashen, and he couldn't help but worry about Major Zhang's health.

After a long time, the feeling of drowning in the brain slowly subsided. Major Zhang came back to his senses and said seriously: "I don't believe this report. Let our helicopter come back, I want to see it myself!"

Without seeing Yang Yunfan's body with his own eyes, Major Zhang would never believe that Yang Yunfan died like this.

Without Yang Yunfan's body, how could he explain to Commander Lin Jianguo? How could he explain to the 100,000 People's Liberation Army of the Southern Hunan Military Region? How could he explain to the three million people in Xiangtan City?

There was no way he could explain to Ye Qingxue!

You know, Ye Qingxue is currently at the peacekeeping force base, waiting for his good news.

…

The helicopters of the Chinese peacekeeping force returned soon.

Before the sun went down, the helicopter carried Major Zhang eastward along the vast plateau on the roof of Africa.

About an hour passed.

Before it was completely dark, they finally arrived at the place where the plane crashed.

"Is this right here?"

Major Zhang looked at the mountains below with a bitter look on his lips.

Some of the wreckage of the crashed plane can still be seen, but it is already in pieces. If people were inside the plane, there would be no chance of survival. And the entire hilltop where the plane exploded was burned to ashes by the remaining aviation fuel.

!

"What should I do..."

Major Zhang opened his mouth, not knowing what to do.

He originally thought that if Yang Yunfan really did not escape the accident and the worst happened, Yang Yunfan's body could always be found and sent back to the country to be buried.
Chapter completed!