Chapter 1003 Emergency Food Reserves at the North and South Ends
Just as the three guards were comforting Hawks who failed to make a bow, Jiro, who was at the northern end of the island, fell into a coma due to fever again and fell on the damp beach.
A moment later, Akira, who had just had diarrhea, limped to Jiro's side, reached out and touched his forehead, and then waved his palm in front of his eyes. Not only did he not panic at all when he saw no response,
Instead, there was a happy look on his face.
Carefully approaching a tree, Akira pulled away the damp sand with his hands and dug out a small umbrella cloth bag.
Opening the small bag, there were two pieces of coconut shells inside, and inside these two pieces of coconut shells was the only compressed biscuit left by the two of them.
He couldn't wait to tear open the package, put the compressed biscuit in his mouth, put the package back into the coconut shell, wrapped it in umbrella cloth, and then buried it back.
Holding this piece of compressed biscuit, Akira limped out of the camp, found a place where he could bask in the sunset, and tasted the extremely delicious compressed biscuits one bite at a time, but he didn't notice at all that under him
In the camp behind him, cold tears overflowed uncontrollably from the corners of Jiro's eyes.
That night, this deserted island that no one noticed was once again shrouded in heavy rain.
On the north side of the island, Akira and his nephew Jiro were huddled under the umbrella cloth in one-piece flying suits. From time to time, they would take off their clothes and run to the edge of the canopy, holding on for a while with painful expressions before giving up.
But there was another scene at the southern end of the island. Not only were four men sitting around the constantly beating bonfire, wearing only umbrella cloths around their waists, but there were also kettles, steel cups, gas bottles and even water bottles washed clean with sand.
helmet. There was even a budding jasmine flower transplanted under a palm tree outside the canopy.
Beside the bonfire, whenever water boiled, Wei Ran and others would pour it into an insulated bucket not far away. There were still some jasmine buds and some green leaves floating in the insulated bucket.
In addition to busy stocking up on clean fresh water that can be safely consumed, everyone also applied coconut oil boiled by Wei Ran to the sunburned areas on their bodies. At the same time, the small glass bottle filled with solidified grease was also in the hands of the four people.
It was passed on over and over again.
"Hawkes, you have the best water skills. Come with us to get that clam back tomorrow."
Sterling was lying in his hammock and took the initiative to send out the invitation. He obviously wanted to distract Hawkes, who had failed to make a bow, and change his mind. "This is a good suggestion."
Evans immediately followed and said, "You and Sterling will definitely be able to get that clam back by then. I can also continue walking farther away to see if I can find the lost weapon."
"Go without worry"
Wei Ran said before Hawks could speak, "Don't you know how to catch fish with your bare hands? We are all hungry tonight. Even if you can't catch the clams tomorrow, you still have to catch some fish."
"Well, that's fine!"
While Hawks was talking, he pulled out a wooden stick over two meters long and as thick as a cucumber from under his simple bed. He swung the ax to chop and said, "I still need a speargun. Tomorrow
I promise to bring back enough fish."
Wei Ran and the two smiling captains looked at each other, then he confidently spread a piece of dried umbrella cloth on his bed, lay down on it and said, "Then I'll leave it to you. If I
If you don’t have enough food, you’ll turn into a Wendigo.”
"I'm sure I can bring back enough fish, don't worry!" Hawkes responded while busy.
There was no stopping the young man from working overtime to make the speargun. The other three were lying on their beds with the bonfire and the rain, just like last night, aimlessly chatting about their families and the things they had done together.
, and agreements that were promised but have not yet been fulfilled.
Gradually, the rain outside the sky became lighter and lighter, the hot water in the thermos bucket became more and more full, and in Hawks' hand, there was a straight and smooth speargun with a sharpened and carbonized end.
In a blink of an eye, it came to early morning the next day. At dawn, the two captains took Hawks and set off towards the atoll in the distance. After secretly photographing the backs of the three of them, Wei Ran used his engineers to shovel the Sterling
A hole was dug under the hammock
Wrap the thermal bucket filled with fresh water and other items with excess umbrella cloth and bury them inside, and pile a layer of firewood on top.
He put on a heavy body armor and a steel helmet on his already strong body. He then held the camera with a super telephoto lens in one hand and the small ppk pistol in the other. Under the cover of the forest, he quietly
He walked towards the northernmost side of the island quietly.
This time, in addition to planning to take a photo of Akira and his nephew, he also thought about taking advantage of the fact that the two beasts had been tortured by dysentery all night and had no strength to see if there was any way to use the 1911
The pistol was stolen.
However, God is not as good as man. Even though he had foreseen various situations, he still did not expect that when he felt that there was only less than 50 meters away from Akira's camp, when he was lying on the ground
Behind a rock, when he pointed a super telephoto lens at the uncle and nephew, he discovered that Akira was actually riding on Jiro's body, and was using the helmet he snatched from their hands to knock on Jiro to protect him.
The arms of the head!
Almost subconsciously, he pressed the shutter for the first time towards these two humanoid beasts.
Soon, Jiro seized the opportunity, threw a handful of sand at Akira's face, and at the same time kicked Akira's injured sole hard with his foot.
Amidst the clearly audible screams, Jiro finally found the opportunity to turn over and suppress Akira, pinching its neck and yelling in Japanese at the top of his lungs, "Where are the compressed cookies! Where did you put the compressed cookies?!
Did you eat it secretly?"
"No! It was buried by me!" Akira shouted while scratching Jiro's arm, "That's our last reserve! I can't."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "I watched you eat it with my own eyes!"
With red eyes, Jiro finally let go of his hand, pointed to the sand not far away and said, "I watched you wrap the wrapping paper and bury it there again! Do you need me to dig it out?!"
"You've burned your brain!"
Akira, who had no idea that someone was secretly filming, angrily pulled out the 1911 pistol on his waist and pointed it at Jiro, "Now go find food! Find firewood! Go quickly!"
"Shoot!"
Jiro collapsed on his knees and cried, "It is impossible for us to leave this island! It is impossible to rush to Peleliu, let alone hijack a plane and return to Nagasaki! I will never see my father and mother again.
I have my younger brothers and sisters! Don’t even think about meeting Shota!"
Hearing this, Akira was angered and hit Jiro hard on the head with the handle of his gun, and then gave him a loud blow.
Seeing that the uncle and nephew seemed to be fighting each other over a piece of compressed biscuit, Wei Ran, who had originally planned to grab the gun, was not in a hurry.
Not to mention that this lively fistfight is quite interesting to watch. The main reason is that the two men are like mad dogs at this time, and he is restricted by the metal book and cannot kill people, so if he goes out rashly, he will have a firefight with the other party if he is not safe. When the time comes,
If you accidentally beat the other person to death, or if the other person beats you to death, wouldn't you have to live on this island for the rest of your life?
He, Old Wei, would not engage in such a loss-making business. In contrast, how could it be interesting to hide in the distance and use a camera to record this internal strife?
Just like now, the two men had just begun to fight each other again, but Akira suddenly stiffened, clutching his stomach and ran to the beach outside the woods, squatting behind a rock, holding up a pistol and continuing to chat.
Jiro and I were arguing loudly, and at the same time, we were busy unloading the goods at the back door.
Jiro was not much better than his uncle. This young man who had obviously been greatly wronged looked like he was dead, but at the urging of abdominal pain, he still took off his pants honestly, but I don't know if it was out of precaution.
Still as a provocation, he also pulled out the machete that was originally stuck in the sand and held it in his hand.
Seeing that the next scene was really not worth wasting film, Wei Ran, after some hesitation, wisely did not waste bullets.
The fact is obvious. The uncle and nephew will probably fight each other for real soon. Instead of going out to help them unite the front at this time, it is better to watch the excitement first.
Quietly retreating, he picked up dead wood all the way back to the camp, took off his heavy body armor, and continued
The waterproof dams were carefully reinforced with branches cut from the surroundings, stones moved, and even sand dug from the surrounding drainage ditches. At the same time, seawater was boiled with steel helmets to extract coarse salt for seasoning.
While he was busy, before the sun had reached its highest point, Sterling and Hawkes used the speargun made by the latter to work together and rushed back carrying a heavy object wrapped in umbrella cloth.
"Is this the clam you got?" Wei Ran asked curiously as he came up to help lift it.
"To be precise, it's just clam meat," Sterling explained. "The shell is so heavy that we couldn't even get it out of the water."
"The shell is so thick and hard that it can't be eaten. What's the point of getting it out?"
Hawks nonchalantly pointed to the dripping umbrella bag behind him, and said with some show-off, "Not only did we get back more than ten kilograms of clam meat this time, but if Sterling and the chief hadn't stopped us,
I might even catch a shark."
"The meat of sharks is not delicious, and you can't eat it even if you catch it, so it's better not to waste your energy."
Sterling said, and under Wei Ran's command, he and Hawkes placed the bag of clam meat that they had brought back hard on the palm leaves that had been spread out in advance.
As the fastened umbrella cloth was opened, Wei Ran also saw the large lump of soft clam meat and the two oversized scallops that looked very elastic.
"Leave the meat to me and Hawks."
Sterling moved his shoulders and said, "Victor, go and bring two jugs of water to the great chief. You can catch up with him by walking along the atoll. He might have discovered something by this time.
.”
"no problem"
"Wei Ran immediately pointed to the other party's hammock after hearing this, "Fresh water and things that are temporarily unused are buried under the hammock. In addition, I secretly went to see Akira and his companions, and they were fighting.
"
"What did you say?" Sterling asked with interest, "How could the two of them fight?"
"It seems to be because of a piece of compressed biscuit." Wei Ran smiled, and while picking up two extra water bottles and hanging them on his waist, he described what he saw.
"But where did they get the compressed biscuits?"
Hawkes, who had already taken out his pocket knife and was busy cutting up the clam meat, subconsciously licked his greased lips after speaking, "Will they have more compressed biscuits?"
"If there had been, I'm afraid there wouldn't have been a fight." Wei Ran said, having already handed the binoculars to Sterling, "Anyway, you should be more vigilant."
After leaving the camp to Sterling and Hawks with confidence, he turned around and quickened his pace, heading southeast along the submerged rocks and beaches to find Evans, who was still exploring the atoll.
We walked from around eleven o'clock at noon to nearly two o'clock in the afternoon. At this time, there was only a small dot no bigger than a match head left on the island behind us. And directly in front, a large protrusion appeared in the distance.
A beach on the sea surface and a small black reef.
At this time, Captain Evans had already used a wooden stick used as a walking stick to hold up a small umbrella cloth, and he was sitting in the shadow of the umbrella cloth, leaning against the reef with his back and holding an umbrella in his hand.
The pencil was written with his head down, and from time to time, he would pick up the pipe ax stuck on the beach at hand and bring it to his mouth to take a big sip.
"Great Chief, what are you busy with?"
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Wei Ran shouted and asked from a distance, and at the same time he noticed the large mussels and dense barnacles growing on the reef.
"I am writing the captain's log, or it can also be said to be a diary. Look, how is my office environment?"
Evans took off the toad goggles that Weifang had given him before, shook the waterproof notepad in his hand and said, "I am comparing the previous battle with the nuclear-armed navy and what happened after the sinking of the Johnston with us.
Write down the difficulties we encounter, so that when we go back, we may have the opportunity to optimize the escape system on the ship and the survival training system for the sailors."
"Sorry, Mr. Captain, I should have knocked on the door before entering your office." Wei Ran played along with the other party and made a little joke. He also took off the kettle and unscrewed the lid.
He handed it over.
"It doesn't matter, I didn't close the door at all for ventilation."
Evans took the kettle and took a sip. He pointed at the surrounding rocks and said proudly, "Look at what I found. These shells are enough for us to eat several meals."
"Indeed, do you want to continue exploring today?"
Wei Ran glanced at the puddle not far from Evans. Not only were there a lot of barnacles and mussels pried out, but there was also a large piece of thick kelp. Obviously, the captain knew what was in the sea.
Things are edible.
"That's it for today."
Evans put away the kettle, pulled off the umbrella covering above his head and handed it to Wei Ran, "Please help me put away those shells! Let's carry them back together later."
"Leave it to me and you can continue writing your diary."
While Wei Ran was talking, he had already spread out the umbrella cloth, and together with the former, he piled all the barnacles and mussels that had been pried off the rocks with great effort, not even the piece of kelp that was as big as a trouser leg.
Pass.
Finally, they tied the umbrella cloth diagonally and put the stick that served as the palm through it. The two of them lifted the stick and tested the weight. The full bag of harvest must have weighed at least forty or fifty kilograms.
Although most of it is inedible shells and sea water, it is definitely enough for the four of them to have a delicious meal tonight.
Not daring to waste too much time, the two of them used sticks to carry the big bag of harvest, and quickly left the rocky beach. It took them a full four or five hours, and they barely managed to catch up before the sun set.
, joined Hawks who greeted them.
When the three of them returned to the camp under the sunset, where the smell of meat and the light of fire wafted, the uncle and nephew who were far away at the northern end of the island just threw a piece of their own food into their mouths for dinner.
Before the medicine took effect, Jiro stood up unsteadily, carried the machete and walked to the beach outside the woods.
"What are you going to do?" Akira asked with some vigilance.
"Looking for food." Before Jiro could finish his words, he had already stepped out of the dark woods.
Hearing this, Akira showed an expression of relief on his face, and he took the initiative and said, "Give me the knife, I'll get some firewood." "Pah!"
Jiro threw the machete in his hand to the edge of the camp without even thinking about it, and using the last ray of light, he searched for anything on the beach that could satisfy his hunger.
Bending down to pick up the machete, Akira limped to the edge of the dead silver-leaf tree, holding half of the oar. He mustered up the little strength he had left, and chopped it with every move.
Cutting holes in tree trunks.
Under his efforts, the dead tree, which was no more than a thigh thick, finally collapsed. However, it was not until he piled the chopped branches at the base of the trunk and lit the bonfire again, and even when he took the initiative to put the branches that were still there.
When Jiro, who was wandering on the beach with his head down, called back, there was nothing in his hand that could be eaten except for two hermit crabs the size of ping pong balls.
What disappointed Akira even more was that Jiro had no intention of sharing these two hermit crabs with him. In fact, after roasting them, Jiro actually stuffed them all into his own body in an almost provocative manner.
In the mouth!
With a gloomy face, Akira picked up the kettle placed by the campfire and took a sip of the slightly scalding fresh water. He also threw a piece of souvenir into his mouth, and then lay down in the sand pit that belonged to him.
On the other side of the bonfire, after Jiro swallowed his only two bites of food, he saw that his selfish uncle didn't say anything at all. There seemed to be a trace of joy after successful revenge on his face.
Unfortunately, these two mouthfuls of food were only a drop in the bucket, so not long after, it also put on its own one-piece flight suit that smelled of shit and huddled in its own sand pit.
As time passed by, Wei Ran and others at the southern end of the island not only made a large bottle of canned meat as emergency food, but also filled their stomachs with various thoughts about returning home. They each lay down
On their own simple beds, they watched the cloudy night sky in the distance, secretly lost in thought, and finally fell asleep amidst the thunder and majestic rainstorm.
But at the northern end of the island, Akira
Not long after Jiro started snoring, he stood up, took off his flight suit, held a pistol in one hand and a machete in the other, limped around the burning dead tree, looked down at him with a gloomy face.
Looking at Jiro who looks pale even in his sleep!
At this time, Akira not only had a particularly terrifying expression on his face, he even looked at Jiro's exposed arm and subconsciously swallowed!
After a long time, after muttering something to himself nervously, he finally made a decision, slowly raised the machete in his hand, swung it round and slashed at Jiro's neck!
