Chapter 1047: The Story of Ling and Heng (310)
Chapter 1047: The Story of Ling and Heng (310)
The tall black car suddenly rushed into the jungle at a speed of more than 250 miles, and slammed into the adjacent boulders and trees on the edge of the jungle, making a huge noise.
Feng Ling jumped out of the car and quickly got up. Looking back at the smoking car, she staggered around the car and walked to the other side.
Seeing that Li Nanheng had also gotten up, she walked over quickly and stepped forward to hold his arm.
"It's okay. I don't need you to help me," Li Nanheng said in a low voice and was about to take his arm out of her hand, but Feng Ling firmly held his arm, and, at the same time, looked into the depths of the jungle. "Now there are cars behind us and a helicopter in front of us. Let's go in first."
Li Nanheng closed his eyes. Obviously, his wounds and the violent collision when he jumped from the car had a great impact on him. He didn't say anything but just nodded, still trying to take his arm out of her hand. However, Feng Ling noticed that he was already seriously injured and held his arm tightly. "Don't move! Go, go in!"
Li Nanheng glanced at her. Before he had time to speak, Feng Ling had forcibly taken him towards the vast expanse of trees.
Inside, there were pits dug out by people under each bush indeed. The pits were already covered with grasses of varying heights, so it was impossible for cars driving in to avoid the giant pits and they were easy to fall into.
Both of them had received professional field survival training. XI Base had also organized many survival training in tropical rainforests. Li Nanheng, as a man, had a born desire to conquer places such as the wild and the jungle and also had a keen sense of direction, and Feng Ling had lived in the jungle since she was a child, so this kind of place that was extremely dangerous for ordinary people was simply a piece of cake for both of them.
It would be even better if Li Nanheng was not injured because of her.
Unfortunately, he was badly injured.
And he had been shedding blood all the way.
After Li Nanheng walked for about a few hundred meters, he was exhausted and fell to Feng Ling uncontrollably, and Feng Ling supported him. "Hold on, find a place that is not easy to be discovered by them. The helicopter will continue to search and patrol in the sky. We must hold out until our people arrive. Now they have taken the upper hand. We must find a safe place first."
Li Nanheng closed his eyes and nodded. He didn't want to lean on her, but Feng Ling held his waist harder and supported him with all her strength. "Let's go!"
Li Nanheng looked at the little woman who was supporting him to walk. He slowly raised his hand, hesitated, and finally put his hand on her shoulder, letting her help him walk.
Now they didn't know how many people were besieging them. They were obviously well prepared. No matter how powerful they were, facing such a pincer attack, they shouldn't be reckless, let alone that Li Nanheng had been injured.
After walking a few hundred meters more, the man stumbled suddenly. Feng Ling turned to look at him abruptly, only to see that his face was already bloodless, but he didn't say anything. She hurriedly supported Li Nanheng to sit under a tree, and when she retracted her hand, she saw the palm of her hand stained with blood.
He had been bleeding for so long. It would be better if a doctor came in time to help stop the bleeding and take the bullet out. But in this case, how could they find a doctor?
"Can you hold on?" Feng Ling looked at him worriedly and then lowered his head to check the injury on his back. She was about to pull his clothes open, but as soon as her hand touched his neckline, the man stopped her.
"It's okay," Li Nanheng said indifferently. "It's just a minor injury."
"A minor injury? The bullet is still in your flesh!" Feng Ling waved his hand away, pulled his collar open, and saw the bullet wound on his shoulder, which was a red round mark about three centimeters in size, but it was flesh-and-blood and his back was covered in blood.
Li Nanheng wanted to push her away but failed. He was so badly injured that he couldn't even push her hands away. Feeling the woman's eyes glued to his back, Li Nanheng could only look at the ground awkwardly and smiled.
"Why are you smiling?" Feng Ling gathered up his clothes and then turned his eyes to the top of the jungle. There were dense leaves, which could block the sight of the pilot of the helicopter, and those who drove over couldn't easily find them either. She retracted her gaze and looked at the man. "Is it funny to be so badly injured?"
Li Nanheng smiled and said hoarsely, "I'm in a good mood. Can't I smile?"
Feng Ling drew a long face. "...Are you crazy? You're in a good mood? Why?"
Li Nanheng still smiled and then turned his eyes to look around. "Let's keep walking. I am a man. I can hold on."
"You're a man, not a god. The bullet is still in your body. Do you think you're made of iron?" Feng Ling said coldly while supporting him up again.
As they walked, she looked at the man's face from time to time. She had already tried hard to pull him so that he would lean his weight on her, but the man insisted on walking by himself. However, he was too feeble to walk for too long, so after a few dozen steps, he would lean on her and rest for a few seconds and then continue to walk forward.
Feng Ling couldn't stand it anymore, so she turned his back to him. "Get on my back."
Li Nanheng, pale-faced, raised his eyebrows because of her words and looked at the girl's thin back.
"Li Nanheng, you've already implicated me. If you don't want me to die here with you, just get on my back! I can run for several kilometers with a load of 300 catties. You are much lighter than that, so I can carry you! Come on!"
Li Nanheng smiled, leaned forward, and got on her back, but instead of putting all his weight on her, he stretched out and hugged her into his arms from behind.