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"Should…should we leave a few camels for them?”
Although Fatty had never been a soldier, he had some military experience. It would be fine if these people died down there, but if they were lost in the desert because they did not have camels, it was almost equivalent to them indirectly killing people.
Although Jiang Yuye didn't mind the archaeological team, what they said made sense. It was not a big deal to keep a few camels, so he waved his hand.
"An Liman, leave a few camels for them. As for the money for the camels, ask this Miss Shirley Yang to compensate you when we leave the desert.”
His words were unquestionable. This was the last chance for the members of the archaeological team to survive. As for what happened in the future, it had nothing to do with him.
However…just as An Liman was driving the camels to look for a water source, the archeologist who was still under the small attic earlier seemed to have discovered something and cried out in surprise.
The scream wasn't loud, but An Liman knew that these people must have dug up the desert engineer ants. He didn't dare to delay and immediately drove the camel away.
"Let's go, let's go! The desert devil is coming!”
In the face of life and death, people were always selfish. Camels were the flesh of An Liman's heart. He was unwilling to keep any of them.
Therefore, in a moment of desperation, he directly led the charge, driving all the camels in the direction of the water source.
"Let's go."
Jiang Yuye made a prompt decision without hesitation. It had nothing to do with him whether others died or not. He didn't need to be a saint or a free nanny.
The sandstorm continued, but the camels were not very fast. They could move in the desert, but they could not run in the face of such sandstorms.
The few of them rode on the camel's back. An Liman and Jiang Yuye had the same thoughts, but Old Hu looked at the small attic behind him from time to time.
He was a soldier, and it was his natural duty to protect the weak. Moreover, the scream just now made him a little uneasy.
"I want to save them. If possible, can you wait for us after you pass the small sand slope in front?”
Old Hu couldn't bear it anymore. He had a feeling that something must have happened in the attic. Otherwise, why would their screams be so shrill just now?
"I'll go with you." Fatty and Old Hu grew up together. Since Old Hu wanted to be a living Lei Feng, Fatty could only sacrifice his life to accompany him.
"No one is allowed to go. Otherwise, you will bear the consequences.”
Of course, Jiang Yuye knew that Old Hu was a saint. A soldier's duty was to save the dying and heal the wounded. He could understand Old Hu's thoughts, but he did not intend to save the idiots of the archaeological team.
If Old Hu insisted on saving them, then he would do it himself. He would never do it anyway. He was not a nanny, and he had no dealings with these people. There was no need to risk his life to serve them.
"I know that Master Jiang is doing this for our own good, but the honor of a soldier doesn't allow me to give up on anyone. You guys leave first, and I'll save as many as I can!”
As an old man in his thirties, Old Hu had the charm of a soldier. He was not a saint, but a soldier's duty did not allow him to give up every living life.
To put it nicely, he was a saint, but to put it bluntly, he was courting death. However, he was worthy of respect because he had done what a soldier should do.
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