The Military Female Soldier With Unwavering Stubbornness

Looking at Ada, whose face was getting paler and paler, Ye Jian's voice tightened and asked Duoji, who was so depressed and grief-stricken, "Why did you stop in the middle of the escort and take a heavy prisoner out of the car? Why did the heavy prisoner who escaped? Will there be any weapon in it?"

According to the rules, Ye Jian has no right to ask questions, but when she saw Dayang Ciwang, a police officer who had already died, fell in a pool of blood... Ada, a policeman who had little chance of being rescued, she couldn't help but ask.

The questioning voice is extremely strong, with the potential of Jin Ge.

Dorji's voice was choked and he was about to explain, when Ada spoke.

His voice was so weak that he could lose his breath at any moment, "Ciwang... eldest brother had a sudden... illness, I... I rescued, Ugan... sneak attack from behind, cut throat. Murder... murder weapon plastic... piece, hospital... someone... help him."

It was not Tibetan, but common language. He did not shy away from the young female soldiers who helped them. He wanted Ye Jian to hear it. This was to answer Ye Jian's question. He explained to Ye Jian that he had nothing to do with his colleagues Ada and Phuntsok.

The escaped prisoner had a sharp, throat-cutting piece of plastic hidden on his body. Someone in the hospital helped the prisoner. The police officer Dayang Ciwang suddenly fell ill. Dorji, who was in custody, went to rescue him. The heavy prisoner was very skilled, and he succeeded in one fell swoop.

Ye Jian's eyes drooped slightly, covering the haze in her eyes.

Team Xia, you have to be careful.

After the weak Ada finished speaking, blood spurted out of his mouth again. Dorji raised his voice and shouted at Phuntso who was driving, "Drive faster, drive faster!"

Tibetan men don't shed tears easily, but at this moment tears and roars are flying together.

Dorjee is not young anymore. He is in his early thirties, and the ultraviolet rays are strong on the plateau. Dorjee in his early thirties looks nearly forty years old. One comrade in arms died, and the life of another comrade in arms is uncertain.

The police siren blared all the way, and the driving policeman Phuntsok raised his speed to 180 yards and headed for the small county town, which was still more than 80 kilometers away.

At that time, there was no mobile network signal in many parts of the Gobi in the northwest. Even if a mobile phone was on her body, the word "No Service" was displayed. Ye Jian kept her mobile phone within sight, and waited for a signal to make a call immediately.

Police cars are equipped with satellite phones, but this is not a police car, but a civilian car. There is no way to contact the outside immediately when an incident occurs, because there is no signal at all!

The only satellite mobile phone used for emergency contact was also taken by the escaped prisoner...

You should borrow a landline phone in the service area, Ye Jian thought to himself, and frowned again, there was no time to borrow a phone, so driving to the hospital was the best choice.

Her hand kept pressing on Ada's neck and did not dare to let go. Duoji also kept staring at Ye Jian's mobile phone until a vertical bar representing the signal appeared on the mobile phone.

There was only one signal of two bars, enough to make Dorjee ecstatic.

I dialed the 120 emergency number and asked the hospital to arrange staff on standby immediately, and then dialed the number in the hospital. Before I finished talking about what happened, the communication was interrupted, and the mobile phone again prompted that there was no service and no network.

Mobile phones with no service and no network can't even make emergency calls.

Duoji, who held the phone tightly, heaved violently, lowered his head, and kept talking to his comrade Ada, whose eyes were too weak to open, "Ada, hold on for a while, hold on for a while, we're almost at the hospital, don't sleep, Ada, don't sleep, We're almost at the hospital."