Reborn at Boot Camp: General, Don't Mess Around!

Chapter 1785: Unwilling

“Fu Hui, let’s talk things out. We’re all comrades from the same department. We’ve been working together for a year or two. Since we’re going to die, why don’t you give us a quick death?” The female soldier who spoke in a refined manner sounded desperate. Fu Hui shuddered.

Although the female soldier spoke in an extremely cultured manner, one could tell from her words that she wasn’t a female soldier without any opinions of her own.

Fu Hui’s face turned pale after hearing her comrades’ words. Although she could not see their expressions clearly, she could feel that their eyes were filled with anger. Since their leader was not here, they were directing their anger at her. She finally spoke, her teeth chattering, “I’ll tell you, I’ll tell you…”

If they wanted her to say it, so be it. In any case, she wouldn’t have the chance to say it in the future!

Fu Hui, who had lost all hope in her heart, told them everything she knew in one breath. However, she did not know much either. Hence, she could say everything she knew in just five sentences.

Even though it was just a few sentences, it was enough to make the other six female soldiers gnash their teeth in hatred.

The cultural troop had moved in two trucks. The seven female soldiers and two young men from the cultural troop were in the same vehicle.

There were two female soldiers and two male soldiers accompanying their leader in another vehicle.

The accident was caused by the vehicle their leader was in. Before the snow fell, the driver noticed something was amiss. He reacted quickly and turned the steering wheel to the inner side of the Tibetan Line at the critical moment. He wanted to escape the disaster.

However, the snow was falling too quickly. It was so fast that even though the driver had made the best rescue plan, the vehicle was still thrown off the cliff by the snow.

Now that half of the vehicle was suspended, it was supported by the front of the truck that was still on the Tibetan Line.

No one knew how long the front of the truck could hang in there for, let alone whether an avalanche would descend.

“Secure it and put rocks behind the front wheels.” The veteran of the 30 Mile Camp said very calmly. He said optimistically to a tall man with elegant features, “It’s fine. As long as we save the people in the truck, we can survive for at least four days with the supplies in the truck!”

“I’m sure the Mazar Daban military depot will try to find a way to save us. I’m guessing this avalanche has covered a wide range and the paths are sealed. It’ll take them some time to find us here but don’t be afraid. We’ll be fine.”

An avalanche was a very common occurrence for veterans who had lived in the northwest of this territory for nearly ten years. This time, the snow that rushed out wasn’t very powerful and didn’t directly throw the entire vehicle to the bottom of the mountain.

There were supplies in the vehicle. There were coats, food, and fruits… As long as they had these, they would be able to survive. If everything went well, they could wait until help arrived tomorrow at the latest.

Together with the two soldiers who tied up the front wheels, they stood up. The man from earlier smiled at the veteran who comforted them. “I was indeed afraid before, but I’m much calmer now. We have food and are warm.. We’ll definitely rescue everyone in the truck and wait for help.”