Chapter 343 Where Did the Helicopter Come From?

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Yan Huan held a wooden stick and followed behind Song Xihua. She stopped and looked at the winding path in the distance. There were marks on both sides. In fact, the most important thing is that there will be a path that others have given them. If they follow this path, there will be no danger. After walking the path of the predecessors, it is easy to reach the destination, and of course they can complete this mission.

After all, this is not a field battle of the army, but a TV show.

Although it is a more realistic type, safety is still the most important thing after all.

Song Xihua stopped, and Yan Huan also stopped. On the contrary, he could walk, and Yan Huan did not feel that she could not walk. She used herself as a man. At this time, she was not a woman. Being a woman was weak and needed to be taken care of, but she did not need it.

"Take a break." Song Xihua sat down against a tree and took out a bottle of water from her body to drink.

Yan Huan also sat down, but her legs were as stiff as sticks, and the sound of joints colliding could be heard from her bones. She also took out the water in her bag and drank it mouthful by mouthful. Now they were still at least three days away from their destination. These three days were actually very difficult to endure, but it had to be said that this was another kind of challenge to the limit.

She put down the water, held her bag in her arms, and then closed her eyes, thinking that she would just squint for a while, just squint for a while, but when she opened her eyes again, she felt that she had slept for a long time. She looked at the watch and felt a little frustrated. She really slept for a long time, more than three hours.

"You're awake," Song Xihua raised his face and handed her a piece of bread, "Eat it, and then we'll be on the road."

"Thank you," Yan Huan took it, opened the package and started eating.

"Why didn't you wake me up?" Yan Huan asked Song Xihua. These three hours were very important to them. After working so hard for so long, no one wanted to lose. Although Zhou Zizhe was a soldier and had experience in surviving in the wild, he had to take care of Fang Ying, who couldn't carry anything on his shoulders or hands.

So, he might have to take care of Fang Ying most of the time, and when necessary, he had to carry someone on his back.

On Yan Huan's side, although neither of them was a soldier, no one dragged them down, so their winning rate was very high.

Song Xihua drank a sip of water and looked at Yan Huan again, "It's okay to sleep a little longer. I don't want to carry you in the middle, and I can't carry you." Song Xihua was really an honest man. He didn't look down on himself, but the fact was that such a road was quite safe if one person walked alone, but if you dared to carry someone on your back, you were looking for death.

As for whether Zhou Zizhe was looking for death, he didn't know, but he knew very well that with his body, he was either looking for death or looking for a beating.

"Don't worry, I can walk by myself." Yan Huan patted off the biscuit crumbs on her fingers and stood up. Her feet were no longer so painful. It might be because she had been rubbed too much and was used to it, so she could bear it.

After tidying up her bag, she followed Song Xihua again. In fact, Song Xihua was not as cold as rumored outside. In fact, in Yan Huan's eyes, Song Xihua was just not very good at dealing with people, but he had a good heart and was very gentlemanly. After getting to know each other for a long time, she found that this person was actually quite easy to get along with.

At least, Yan Huan got along very happily with this person. There was no conflict between them because they were both rational people. Yan Huan, who had lived two lives, would not get angry at others just because he suffered.

No one in this world has the obligation to tolerate your temper, and no one stipulates that they must like you or follow you.

She tried her best not to cause trouble for others, which was actually the greatest help.

"Give it to me," Song Xihua stretched out his hand to Yan Huan, and Yan Huan blinked. What did he want?

Song Xihua stretched out his hand and directly pulled Yan Huan's backpack from her back.

"I can carry it myself," Yan Huan wanted to get her bag back.

"Your physical strength is not as good as mine," Song Xihua continued to walk forward. Although he carried two bags, his breathing was still smooth, while Yan Huan was already sweating and his clothes were almost soaked.

Yan Huan did not insist. The two of them were tied to the same boat. Their strength was equal, so they had the opportunity to join Lu Zizhe's team. Otherwise, they would only lose.

Yan Huan did not want to lose, and of course, Song Xihua did too.

So they had to leave earlier than others, sleep later, and walk slower, so they could only make up for it with time.

At night, Yan Huan set the alarm clock. She had been sleeping outside for several days and was used to it. In fact, not to mention the tent, she could fall asleep as long as she was given a branch.

When the alarm rang, it was just daybreak and there was still dew on the ground. They were already walking forward, stepping on the dew. At this speed, they should be almost there, but they just hoped to arrive a day earlier. This was the end of the outdoor adventure program.

Yan Huan found a grass follower and solved his physiological problem first. Just when he was about to leave, he seemed to hear the sound of a helicopter.

She looked up at the sky. Didn't the program group say that the helicopter would come to pick them up only after they sent out a signal flare? Why would it come at this time?

And she had already seen the helicopter, which was flying towards her.

She stood there without moving, thinking that maybe the group's plan had changed temporarily, so she was waiting here.

The helicopter was very close to her. The wind from the propeller also made her hair flutter in a mess. The wind with sand blew her eyes from time to time. She rubbed her eyes and felt something was wrong.

Squinting her eyes, she seemed to see Su Muyan from a distance.

At this time, her body's instinctive reaction was to run and hide. Su Muyan's temperament would never come to pick her up by plane. There are many kinds of showing off, and showing off at this time doesn't make much sense.

Yan Huan's persistence until now is already a victory for Su Muyan.

Yan Huan felt a danger, a life-threatening danger. The helicopter had seen her run away and rushed towards her again.

With a bang, she fell to the ground, and the helicopter continued to rush towards her, as if it wanted to crush her with its iron body.