Amidst the soft sound of turning pages, the magical metal feather pen floated up under Wei Ran's slightly uneasy gaze. Finally, it gently rested on the latest page of paper and began to draw.
Soon, Wei Ran saw a complete pattern, which was a figure wearing a bamboo hat on his head and carrying a pole on his shoulders.
There is a basket at each end of the pole, and a glass can bottle and a pair of iron-legged horses are hung on the hooks of the pole.
Surrounding this back figure is endless grassland, and the white spaces scattered between the grassland - maybe they are water bubbles, maybe.
In Wei Ran's guess, the metal quill pen also wrote lines of text. But this time, it was golden writing that he had never seen before.
Gold...does it have any special meaning...
Even though he had been cooperating with this metal book for so long, and even though he had seen blood-red writing more than once before, this time, when he saw the color of the writing that he had never seen before, he was still nervous.
This tension includes apprehension, confusion, and of course unavoidable fear.
Under his gaze, the lines of text gradually became complete, and he also saw clearly the request this time:
Role identity: porter Wei Ran
Return Mission: Survive to Cross the River
Language task: Make four pairs of straw sandals alone
Gone?
Wei Ran couldn't help but mutter before everything in front of him was swallowed up by white light. This time, the metal quill pen wrote very few words.
This sparse text brought him two obvious questions.
First of all, cross the river. Which river are you crossing? Secondly, can you still encounter language tasks this time?
The language should be Zang dialect...
Wei Ran muttered uncertainly, and then started to focus on the first question, which river? Chishui River? Or...
Before he could figure out the most likely answer, the white light also began to show the props he could use this time.
The situation was once again beyond his expectation. This time, the only items that could be used were the Rollei Double Reflex, the Anti-Japanese Broadsword, the Blues Harmonica and the British P44 Kettle.
So few? You can't...
Wei Ran swallowed hard, he couldn't be safe this time...
Before he could finish this sweet dream, the white light began to fade, and he immediately felt the coldness throughout his body and the putrid smell that penetrated his nose.
But compared to these, the "soaking feeling" that was spreading from his waist up made him immediately realize that he seemed to be in water - too thick water!
It’s broken! It’s a swamp!
Wei Ran reacted immediately, and at the same time he vaguely heard someone shouting something to him.
When the white light completely faded, before he could see his surroundings clearly, he heard a voice anxiously shouting, "Comrade! Grab the pole quickly! Grab it quickly!"
Almost subconsciously, Wei Ran grabbed the hook of the wooden pole that had been stretched out in front of him. At the same time, he reached out and grabbed a cluster of weeds not far away. He tried to bend down and exerted a little force, slowly pulling himself out of the suction force.
pulled out of the swamp.
With the help of the man lying on the straw mat, Wei Ran, who was completely soaked, finally pulled out his body with difficulty, and climbed up to the meadow where the other person was, covered in mud.
"Forget it... I hope you will be lucky!"
The man who pulled him up said breathlessly but happily. Although Wei Ran could understand the rich accent, he could only make a general guess that it came from the vicinity of southern Hunan and northern Hubei.
"Thank you." Wei Ran said his thanks while looking around, the other party, and himself.
Just like the background of the picture drawn by the metal quill, as far as the eye can see, there are only continuous grasslands, continuous puddles, and even a man-made step between the puddles and the meadow.
traces of the path.
The path was so conspicuous, with the fallen grass, the reflective water, and the black mud that had been stirred up under the water. Of course, there were also bursts of stench released by the black mud that was unique to swamps.
Looking at the person who rescued him, he looked at the man in his thirties, with a skinny face, a bamboo hat with oil paper on his back, and a patched but still thin Red Army uniform.
Around his waist, he wore a badly chipped enamel jar on a belt. In addition, he also wore two pairs of straw sandals and a half-meter-long cigarette pot.
On the stem of the pipe pot, there is a dripping coarse cloth purse with a red sickle and hammer pattern embroidered on it.
Also wet and covered in mud were the leggings on his legs and the pair of straw sandals on his feet made of woven strips of rags.
As for himself, he also carried a bamboo hat with oiled paper on his back, wore the same tattered Red Army uniform with patches on it, and also wore leggings and straw sandals.
But there is no belt around his waist, and there are not so many things hanging on it. Instead, there is just a gray cloth rope. On his shoulders, there is a porter's shoulder pad made of brown linen.
"Comrade, what's your name?" the man who rescued him asked after he had taken a breath.
"Wei Ran, what's your name?"
"Liu Youxiang"
The man tried his best to keep his accent light, "Comrade Wei Ran, are you also falling behind? Where are the other comrades?"
"I didn't...catch up with the other comrades, I got lost."
As Wei Ran spoke, he also looked at the two baskets placed on the edge of the meadow, as well as the pole that had just pulled him up.
There is nothing unusual about the pole. The two ends of the thick bamboo pieces are each tied with a thick hemp rope with a "Bu"-shaped tree branch as a hook.
On the two bamboo baskets, there was a bundle of wet firewood each. Thinking about his identity, Wei Ran walked over directly, untied the two bundles of firewood, and pretended to be anxiously checking the contents of the bamboo baskets.
s things.
To his surprise, in addition to two pairs of damp straw sandals and a small wooden object of unknown use, these two bamboo baskets also contained his anti-Japanese sword, a British P44 kettle and a plug.
Enamel pole covered with cloth.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Why are these two things here? Wei Ran couldn't help but be stunned.
At this moment, Liu Youxiang struggled to get up and said, "Comrade Wei Ran, since you are also lost, why not come with us."
"you?"
Wei Ran suppressed the doubts in his heart and turned to look at the other party, "Is there anyone else?"
"Yes, of course."
As Liu Youxiang spoke, he had already helped Wei Ran put the two bundles of firewood back into the bamboo basket, and then took the initiative to pick up the pole and help him lift the bamboo basket. At the same time, he continued to explain, "There are several of us.
, there is also a Zang tribe guide, follow us, we will definitely be able to get out!"
"I'll pick it up myself"
Wei Ran grabbed the pole, held the wooden hook with both hands, and let the other party help hang up the bamboo basket. At the same time, he asked, "Why aren't you with them?"
"I'm here to find wild vegetables."
Liu Youxiang waited for Wei Ran to pick it up steadily, then picked up a wooden stick stuck on the meadow, walked with Wei Ran and said, "Then I heard you calling for help. Come here now."
Well?"
"Thanks to you"
Wei Ran said gratefully. After a while, he had already begun to feel his hunger and the vague cramping pain in his empty stomach.
Liu Youxiang, who was walking in front, waved his hand nonchalantly, "Revolutionary comrades help each other, what's there to thank you for? You kid, you speak politely like a cultured person!"
Hearing this, Wei Ran grinned and did not answer the question. He just stared blankly at the other person's too thin back. At the same time, he also held down the two baskets in front and behind him - those firewood are also life-saving treasures.
Stepping on the grass as soft as a water bed, and the mud that could easily submerge the knees that blocked the way from time to time, Wei Ran followed the opponent forward for a hundred or ten meters, and finally walked on a piece of land.
No need to soak your feet in the water on the meadow.
On this meadow, which is only two and a half meters square at most, two bamboo baskets are placed side by side, with a pole stretched across them.
Sitting next to the two bamboo baskets was a young warrior who looked to be about sixteen or seventeen years old.
His face was sallow and sluggish, and there were wounds of various sizes on his feet. Some of these wounds had scabbed over, while others had suppurated.
"Shhh"
Liu Youxiang made a silent gesture, and after asking Wei Ran to sit down, he lowered his voice and explained worriedly, "This baby's name is Jiang Yu. He is our patient. He has been suffering from fever for several days. Alas!"
Listening to Liu Youxiang's introduction, Wei Ran also looked at the patient Jiang Yu. His dress was no different from his own. Although there were no shoulder pads on his shoulders, he had an extra piece of brown linen on his upper body that could provide some warmth.
Vest.
Just at this moment, two more young soldiers who looked no older than Jiang Yu came over.
The two little warriors were dressed similarly to Wei Ran, but they had neither shoulder pads nor hats. Instead, they had patches of the same size on top of the smaller one, and the smaller one was stacked on top of the larger one.
One of them was carrying a bundle of firewood picked up from an unknown source, and in his hand was a bundle of withered yellow grass stems from an unknown source.
Another little warrior was carrying a bamboo basket on his back and a wooden stick in his hand. The basket seemed to contain some grass.
"These two young comrades are Li Zhuang and Zhang Erwa," Liu Youxiang introduced. "They are both soldiers in our cooking class."
"Cooking class?" Wei Ran looked at Liu Youxiang subconsciously, "Are you from the cooking class?"
Before Liu Youxiang could answer, Li Zhuang and Zhang Erwa, who had already walked over, shouted "Old Squad Leader" in unison, and then looked at Wei Ran curiously.
Still before Liu Youxiang could say anything, two people walked over not far away.
The one who is closer is dressed similarly to Wei Ran, except that he has a red cross armband on his arm.
But looking at the opponent's gait and body, Wei Ran had a vague feeling that this seemed to be a female warrior. But what was even more outrageous than her was the figure walking from the other direction.
The dark red robe with hints of brown, the exposed arm, and the strange-looking hat on his head.
Of course, there is also the prayer wheel he holds in his hand...
Is this... a lama? Wei Ran couldn't help but feel confused and stunned for a moment.
