Starting from the deputy company commander of the Soldier Assault Team

"Sweet, so sweet!" Xiao Wenwu exclaimed, his cheeks puffed out, before starting to chew, quickly replenishing his parched body with energy.

Zhang Anbang glanced at his watch. "Alright, it's getting late, almost 4:50. Company Commander, let's head straight back to camp."

"Okay, let's go back to the camp," Gao Cheng said, helping to lift Xiao Wenwu into the back seat of the jeep.

Then he got into the back seat and sat down next to Xiao Wenwu.

"Let's go, let's go back to camp," Gao Cheng urged.

"Alright, Company Commander, let's go now," Zhang Anbang replied, and then took out a 250ml bag of glucose injection solution from his pocket.

This is not the traditional soda-lime glass bottle, nor is it made of PVC plastic; it is a non-PVC multi-layer co-extruded soft bag that was newly launched at the end of 01.

This thing is lighter and more durable than glass bottles, and it doesn't have the pungent plastic smell of the old PVC bags. Only the division hospital in the entire T division was issued some of these new items.

Zhang Anbang had taken two bags from the ambulance sent by the T Division headquarters and kept them with him, just in case.

It might still be considered somewhat rare now, but in later generations, even a small clinic would use this kind of bagged glucose or saline solution for intravenous infusions; it would be a common, ubiquitous product.

Zhang Anbang took out a dagger and used the tip to pry open the seal. "Come on, Wenwu, drink a couple of mouthfuls to calm down."

Xiao Wenwu took the glucose bag and swallowed the entire 250ml injection solution in just a few gulps.

In just two or three minutes, his originally pale and ashen face regained some color, and his eyes were no longer unfocused and vacant, finally showing some spirit.

My body, which was so weak just moments ago that I could barely stand, now looks much stronger and is no longer slumped against the back of the seat like a lump of flesh.

However, his lips remained dry and cracked, and his gaunt and emaciated face showed no change whatsoever.

There was no way he could have made it; he was too hungry and had been doing such intense exercise. Braised wild rabbit was simply not for him.

After returning home, he could only drink millet porridge prepared by the cooks, soak some steamed buns, and eat some pickled vegetables. However, his condition was still okay, and he would be able to recover in less than a week.

Zhang Anbang was very experienced in this regard, after all, he had survived in the wild for a week and returned looking pretty much like a bear.

Xiao Wenwu's situation is relatively good.

Those who were in worse condition than him, who had starved to the point of unconsciousness, were currently receiving IV drips at the camp's infirmary. It would take them at least ten days to fully recover.

Gao Cheng watched Zhang Anbang's actions and nodded with satisfaction. There were many ways to alleviate this emergency, but he was a little curious about where Zhang Anbang got his stuff from.

Without hesitation, Gao Cheng asked, "Anbang, where did you get this glucose? It's a rare find in the division's ambulances; I've hardly seen any bags of it."

"Hehe, don't worry about the details," Zhang Anbang waved his hand and went straight back to the driver's seat.

Well, how should I put it? He had to haggle with the female nurse in the ambulance from the division for quite a while, shamelessly calling her "Miss" several times before he finally got two bags of it.

I can't say, I can't say, it's too embarrassing.

"Alright," Gao Cheng said, watching Zhang Anbang start the engine and shift gears. He didn't ask any more questions. If Zhang Anbang could get it, he must have his own way of doing it.

However, Gao Cheng was certain that it was definitely not something Zhang Anbang had taken.

Because if that were the case, the medic from the division headquarters would be criticized for losing the injection fluid, and Zhang Anbang, no matter how reckless, would never do such a thing.

……

As time went by, it grew darker and darker.

The newly formed six-person team arrived at a thicket of bushes.

The group stopped, but this time it wasn't a planned rest; they had to stop because they had a disagreement and couldn't continue.

They've been wandering around this area for four or five minutes, but nothing seems quite right, and they can hardly tell the difference.

They decided to stop, using the bushes as cover.

At that moment, all three of them took out the Type 62 compasses that had been issued to them.

Only Wu Liuyi and the two sergeants from B Regiment remained on guard, each keeping a perfect 120-degree view.

"Quickly, double-check the direction," said a second-term sergeant from Regiment B.

"Okay," Xu Sanduo replied, taking out an old-fashioned compass.

The second-term sergeant of Regiment B also opened his Type 62 compass, held it horizontally in his hand, and waited quietly for the magnetic needle to come to a complete stop.

Xu Sanduo looked at it carefully and said, "I think it's 120 degrees azimuth, at the four o'clock position."

The second-term sergeant from Regiment B pointed and said, "I think the azimuth is 210 degrees, at the seven o'clock position."

Cheng Cai glanced at the compass, a little unsure, and said, "You guys need to understand, in this place, a slight difference in direction could mean a difference of tens of kilometers. If you go wrong, there's no turning back."

The second-term sergeant of Regiment B looked at the compass again and said, "There are no reference points at all, we can only rely on our intuition."

This answer left Cheng Cai feeling helpless, so he asked again, "Xu Sanduo, what about you?"

Xu Sanduo replied in the same way, "Me too, it's intuition."

"What intuition? At this moment, relying on intuition, my intuition is still 180 degrees, six o'clock," Cheng Cai said, disliking the answer.

Wu Liuyi also spoke up, "Stop talking nonsense, which way are we going?"

A second-term sergeant from Regiment B said, "I still firmly believe in the seven o'clock direction."

Another sergeant from B Regiment, who was on guard at the rear, said, "I'm also leaving at seven o'clock. We're from the same regiment."

The meaning is clear: compared to Xu Sanduo, a first-term sergeant, he trusts the decision of the second-term sergeants in their regiment more.

The second-term sergeant of B Regiment put away his compass, determined to find his way, and looked at Xu Sanduo, since the two of them had been the ones determining the direction all along.

Wu Liuyi did not hesitate. For the same reason, he trusted Xu Sanduo more. In terms of positioning, Xu Sanduo was one of the top in the entire Steel Seventh Company. His intuition was always very accurate.

Upon hearing the question, Xu Sanduo replied firmly, "Over there, at four o'clock."

Upon hearing this, Wu Liuyi said, "In that case, we don't agree anymore, Xu Sanduo. Is your intuition right?"

Xu Sanduo didn't hesitate at all, "I think it's right."

"Okay," Wu Liuyi made his own judgment and looked directly at Cheng Cai. "Cheng Cai, go that way. Don't let your emotions get the better of you. Just say it."

Cheng Cai hesitated for a moment, "I think it's the six o'clock direction. I'll go with them, and if we're wrong, we'll have time to adjust."

The second-term sergeant from B Regiment patted Wu Liuyi on the shoulder. "Alright then, brother, sorry about that. After this is over, we'll be friends."

Wu Liuyi chuckled lightly, "It's alright. When you're lost, you should have your own ideas."

After saying that, he extended his hand and shook hands firmly with the second-term sergeant of Regiment B as a farewell.