A hailstone the size of a broad bean hit less than 20 centimeters away from Wei Ran's butt. In the violent collision of hailstones, the ice lump hit his ear like a ricochet, bringing with it
There was a tingling sensation with a chill attached to it.
Wei Ran curled his neck and rubbed his shoulders. Wei Ran, who was almost squatting in the water, carefully moved his numb feet.
According to his estimation, almost 20 minutes had passed since they ended the topic about ice cream, but the deadly hail did not stop, but instead fell more densely. The only thing worth celebrating was the size of the hail.
It's just much smaller.
But compared with this change, now a thick layer of ice has accumulated around them, especially under their feet. Even the little lama squeezed in the middle has a layer of ice floating around.
Precisely because of the presence of these hailstones, everyone had to keep their butts facing out and faces inward, surrounding the little lama who was sitting cross-legged in the ice water with an oil lamp in his hand.
"Ah sneeze!"
Nurse Ji buried her head in her arms and sneezed, but she didn't dare to let go of the oilcloth and bamboo basket in her hands.
"How long will this hailstorm continue to rain..." Li Zhuang muttered, shivering, his lower body was almost unconscious due to the cold.
"The hailstorms I encountered before were over in a quarter of an hour at most."
While Wei Ran was speaking, he tried his best to move his body forward. A few hailstones just hit his back. Even through the thatch vest, the force still made him feel too painful.
"Before I joined the army, I never... sneeze! I never caught a hailstorm." Nurse Ji also arched forward and trembled uncontrollably.
"We will set off as soon as the hail stops."
Li Zhuang sucked in his clear nose as he was about to cross the river, "You must find a place where you can get out of the water and make a fire to keep yourself warm, otherwise something will happen."
"We don't have much firewood."
After Nurse Ji finished speaking, she sneezed uncontrollably again. Seeing this, the little lama also put the kerosene lamp in his hand that could release some warmth in front of her.
"Burn it first, and then we'll talk about it after it's gone."
Li Zhuang paused and then said, "Nurse Ji, when we set off, give everyone another piece of dried meat."
"Return it?"
"hair"
Li Zhuang said categorically, "You can only go far if you have food in your belly. Survive tonight first before thinking about anything else."
Nurse Ji gritted her teeth and finally agreed, "Okay, let's give each person another one."
"Nurse Ji, how much food do we have?" Wei Ran asked.
“Only the last pot of fish soup left”
Nurse Ji replied without thinking, "They are all in your bamboo basket. There are also a few pieces of leather and a dozen grains of highland barley that Squad Leader Liu secretly hid to save lives. I guess they were all saved by him."
After sneezing twice in succession, Nurse Ji sniffed and continued, "I still have the last two red peppers and a finger-sized piece of ginger. I don't have much salt, so I have to save some."
Then there are those dried meats. There are quite a lot of them, weighing about four kilograms. Not only was my lunch box full, but there was also a lot in my bag. After freeing up the lunch boxes I picked up in the afternoon, I
It’s all packed in, it’s packed to the brim, it’s definitely enough for us to get out of the grass.”
"Where's the medicine?" Li Zhuang asked.
"There are only half a bottle of medicine buns (horse dung bags) and a small butter candle," Nurse Ji replied, "and a lot of charcoal."
What kind of medicine is this... Wei Ran sighed secretly.
"Enough! Enough!" Li Zhuang was full of confidence, "We can definitely go out!"
As if waiting for his words, Li Zhuang finished speaking with his front foot, and the crackling hail that hit the cover of his head with his back foot stopped without any warning.
As they looked at each other, Wei Ran struggled to move his sore, numb and cold legs back, and then shivered uncontrollably.
He stood up slowly while holding on to the bamboo basket. His legs were numb and sore as if his nerves were being chewed by ten thousand ants.
He glanced at Li Zhuang and Nurse Ji who were grinning in pain next to him. Wei Ran gritted his teeth and stood up straight. Then he unscrewed the lid of the kettle with a trembling hand, and stretched out his hand to take out the small piles on the cover.
He grabbed a handful from the ice cubes in his hand and poured it into his own water bottle.
After the little lama also managed to get out, everyone carefully took out the kettle and copper ladle from the basket, and filled them with white and clean ice cubes - this was a rare source of clean water.
The four people filled all the containers, Wei Ran picked up the pole again, and Li Zhuang took over the oil lamp again and turned up the brightness. After Nurse Ji gave everyone a piece of dried meat, they took another step.
At this time, because the ground was covered with a layer of white ice, and because the clouds overhead had cleared, the field of view was much better than before. But even so, they could not find any place where the terrain was slightly higher, which would allow them to temporarily
Leave a mixture of ice, water and mud beneath your feet.
Wei Ran bit off a thumb-sized piece from the dried meat he was given with difficulty, and temporarily stuffed the remaining portion into his coat pocket, chewing it while following Li Zhuang who was walking in front.
Compared with the optimism of the former before departure, Weiran is secretly vigilant. They are not short of food and water for the time being. But the hailstorm that lasted for half an hour just now made everyone feel anxious from time to time.
sneezing.
If I can't warm myself up when I find a campsite later, I'm afraid...
Just when he thought of this, a flash of lightning lit up in the distance.
But even with this bright lightning, he couldn't see where the terrain was higher in the distance.
In just three or four seconds, the rumbling thunder reached everyone's ears from a distance, urging them to speed up their pace again.
Wei Ran, who was carrying a pole, was still thinking about it. One side of his pole contained an oilcloth and a blanket, and the other side contained some pots and pans, three anti-Japanese knives and two native guns. In addition, there were four horsetail grenades.
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gun.
In addition to the last bit of firewood carried by Nurse Ji in a bamboo basket, she also had a satchel on her shoulder. In addition to the two glass medicine bottles left by Squad Leader Liu and the copper lunch box left by Nurse Wang Zhen, there was also a bag containing horses.
Large glass bottle for poop bags.
Not to mention that in the afternoon, she took away the imitation German army lunch box and put the dried meat originally packed in her satchel into it and carried it herself.
Is there a problem with this? Of course there is a problem, a big one - their loads are too high, and that's not even counting the fact that each of them is carrying a water bottle filled with ice cubes.
You have to lose weight...
Wei Ran worriedly thought to himself, but...how to lose weight?
According to his own opinion, those three anti-Japanese broadswords must be thrown away. The four horsetail grenades weighing one kilogram each and even the two native guns from nurse Wang Zhen and squad leader Liu should not continue to be carried.
the value of.
But...but if he thinks so, do Li Zhuang and Nurse Ji also think so?
They would definitely not abandon these weapons that they did not like at all, these weapons that Nurse Wang Zhen had protected with her life.
After changing the shoulder of the pole, Wei Ran looked at the dark clouds getting closer and closer in the night sky, but his heart became increasingly uneasy.
Whether it was intuition or the vigilance given by surviving so many battlefields, he always felt that if they didn't go faster, there might be great trouble and danger waiting for them.
Can...
Wei Ran glanced at the cold mud that once again submerged his knees. Under these conditions, even without so much weight, how much distance could they walk?
"Wow!"
Just when he was distracted, the sound of water splashing suddenly came from behind him and the little lama exclaimed, "Dolma!"
Thanks to the Zang language taught in the metal book, he clearly knew that the little lama's subconscious exclamation meant "goddess".
Something happened to Nurse Ji!
Wei Ranke didn't care to pay attention to the little lama's address to Nurse Ji, and immediately put down the carrying pole and turned around to look over.
With the light provided by the oil lamp carried by Li Zhuang behind him, he could clearly see that Nurse Ji had fallen into the mud. At this time, the little lama was trying to help her up in panic.
But looking at Nurse Ji, she...she seems to be in a coma?
When he thought of this, Wei Ran had already run over and helped Nurse Ji up from the other side, "Nurse Ji? Nurse Ji? Comrade Ji Chunlan?"
"What's wrong with her?" Li Zhuang also ran back through the mud and asked anxiously.
Not caring about answering the other party's questions, Wei Ran put his hand to test the other party's breath.
No?
Wei Ran's heart sank, and then he realized that his hands were numb due to the low temperature.
Thinking of this, he directly put his ears, which were also red from the cold, to Nurse Ji's mouth and nose.
Fortunately, although the other party's breath was weak, it was enough to make his ears and eyes extremely itchy.
Slightly relieved, Wei Ran subconsciously reached out to touch Nurse Ji's forehead, but immediately reacted and rolled up his sleeves, making the inner side of his arm more sensitive, at least not numb from the cold, pressed against her.
On the other person's forehead.
Sure enough, almost instantly, he felt the scalding temperature.
At this moment, Nurse Ji reached out and grabbed his clothes tightly, opening and closing her mouth as if she was saying something.
Bending down to the other person's ear again, he only heard Nurse Ji say, "Don't...leave me alone...you...go on your own..."
"She has a fever"
Wei Ran didn't listen to what Nurse Ji continued. He straightened up and said, "Li... Squad leader, we need to find a dry place to light a fire as soon as possible. She must be cold."
"I carry the burden!"
While Li Zhuang was speaking, he had already given the oil lamp in his hand to the bewildered little lama, "Wei Ran, you carry Nurse Ji on your back, let's leave quickly."
"good!"
As Wei Ran spoke, he handed the bamboo basket, water bottle, satchel, weapons, and the bamboo hat originally worn on the head to the little lama that Nurse Ji was carrying.
When the little lama saw this, he immediately carried it on his back, and then raised the oil lamp that had been adjusted to the highest brightness.
At the same time, Wei Ran, with the help of Li Zhuang, used two leggings to carry Nurse Ji, who was as thin as weightless, and allowed Li Zhuang to put a damp blanket on Nurse Ji's body.
On the body.
Wei Ran pinched the corners of the blanket tightly with his hands and walked towards the end, leaning on the wooden stick.
"Put me down..." Nurse Ji, who had almost lost consciousness, said weakly.
Wei Ran ignored him. Instead, as he walked, he poured an ice cube from the kettle and stuffed it into Nurse Ji's mouth to help her cool down.
Amidst the increasingly frequent lightning and muffled thunder, the night sky that had been clear for less than two hours was once again shrouded in clouds, and then it started to rain heavily.
Fortunately, they finally found a slightly higher grassland before the rain got really heavy.
Although there is still some mud here when you step on it, it is finally not soaked in water.
As quickly as possible, they set up a tent with tarpaulin, and the three of them emptied the bamboo basket and laid it upside down on the ground. They also spread a torn blanket on top, and then let Nurse Ji lie on it.
"What should we do? What should we do?" Li Zhuang muttered in panic.
"Don't panic"
While Wei Ran was talking, he had already dug out his own canvas water bottle cover, put some ice cubes in it, and placed it on Nurse Ji's forehead.
"Make a fire"
Wei Ran pointed to the copper ladle, "Just light a fire in that copper ladle and make ginger soup and pepper water for her to drink. Be quick."
Hearing this, Li Zhuang poured the ice cubes in the copper ladle outside the tent without thinking, pulled out two anti-Japanese swords, placed one underneath, and used the other to split the remaining five pieces of firewood one by one.
, and poured some kerosene on it.
Without any gestures, the little lama, who had been prepared for a long time, immediately struck the flint with the fire sickle and ignited the firewood in the copper ladle.
Before the fire had completely ignited, Wei Ran had already taken out the last kettle of fish soup and poured it into a set of cups and placed it on a copper ladle. Li Zhuang also found the remaining piece of ginger, cut it and threw it in, and then
Then he tore the last two peppers open with his hands and threw them in.
"Salt," Wei Ran reminded, "add some salt."
"good!"
After Li Zhuang finished speaking, he immediately rummaged through Squad Leader Liu's glass medicine bottle, unscrewed it, took out a pinch of salt and showed it to Wei Ran. After the other party nodded, he immediately sprinkled it into the cup.
"Don't be stunned"
Wei Ran waited for the other party to tighten the bottle cap and immediately urged, "Turn the enamel jar over, pour the fish soup into it and put it around the copper ladle to heat. Nurse Ji has already caught the cold, and the three of us are not far away."
Li Zhuang shivered, and immediately found an enamel jar from a pile of supplies, filled it with fish soup and placed it next to the copper ladle. Then, he also placed everyone's kettles around and said hello
With the help of the little lama, he put a blanket at the entrance of the tent to block the cold wind blowing in from outside.
As the firewood burned, the fish soup in the cup gradually became scalding hot.
Without even waiting for it to boil completely, he immediately handed it to the little lama, and then pointed to Nurse Ji lying on the bamboo basket.
"she..."
"I have no idea"
Wei Ran answered before Li Zhuang finished, "We...we don't have antipyretics, so we can only...she can only rely on herself."
Hearing this, Li Zhuang couldn't help but shiver, but for a moment he didn't know what to say or what to do.
Wei Ran shook his head, thought for a while and said, "No matter what, we have to get through tonight first, and after daybreak, we will immediately find a place with high enough ground to stop, and then think of other ways."
"Well...that's all it can do."
Li Zhuang responded reluctantly, obviously he had no idea, he... he was just a child after all.
In fact, let alone him, even Wei Ran, who has experienced many battles, can't see the slightest hope at this time.
He clearly remembered that later Xia Shushi caught a cold where he found those things, and all he could do was send him to the hospital for a hyperbaric oxygen chamber.
But at this moment, where can he find a hyperbaric oxygen chamber and oxygen bottles?
Just when he was secretly worried, the little lama called out "Comrade".
Turning around, he found that the little lama handed Wei Ran the unfinished fish soup and the spoon. Then he picked up the oil lamp hanging on the pole hook, picked up the bamboo hat and wooden stick in one hand, and bent down to drill.
Out of the tent!
"Hey! What are you doing?" Li Zhuang, who was busy boiling water, asked quickly.
However, before he and Wei Ran could chase them out, the little lama actually pulled out the cannon from his waist and pointed it at them!
"Don't follow me!"
The little lama shouted in Zang language, "I'm going to find medicine for Dolma. If I don't come back...forget it, you won't understand anyway, so don't come out! Don't follow me!"
As he spoke, the little lama also retreated, and finally disappeared into the rain with an oil lamp.
"he..."
Li Zhuang stared blankly at the direction in which the little lama disappeared, "He...how could he point the gun at his own comrades?"
"It's hard to say whether he will shoot or not."
Wei Ran said while feeding Nurse Ji soup, "And there are no bullets in that gun."
"Yes...yes!" Li Zhuang reacted belatedly, picked up his bamboo hat and was about to chase him out.
"Stop chasing him," Wei Ran stopped what he was doing and said seriously.
"How can you..."
"He ran away"
Wei Ran pointed outside with his chin, "There is no oil lamp. If we look for him, we might fall into the mud after only a few steps. Now... now we can't hurt the third person."
"What are you talking about?" Li Zhuang already frowned.
"If you chase out and either you or the little lama is injured, I and the other uninjured person can carry the injured two and continue walking, but if you are both injured..."
Hearing this, Li Zhuang couldn't help but shiver.
"I can't carry all three of them out on my own." Wei Ran said the second half of the sentence that was too cruel.
"But he is a common man!"
After Li Zhuang finished speaking, he picked up the bamboo hat and put it on his head, "Comrade Wei Ran, I order you to stay and take care of Comrade Ji Chunlan. You are not allowed to chase him out. If...if the little lama and I fail to come back before dawn
,you...
Just take Nurse Ji out and take away everything you need and can take away, leaving behind everything you don't need and can't take away.
If we can come back but are all injured, just carry the little lama on your back and walk out!"
After saying that, Li Zhuang didn't wait for Wei Ran's answer, took a wooden stick and a blanket, and rushed out of the low tent without hesitation.
"Why are you all like this...Why are you all like this..."
Wei Ran was trembling uncontrollably, and the fish soup he scooped up again and again dropped back into the cup as he trembled.
"Don't...leave me alone..."
Nurse Ji looked at Wei Ran, tried her best to smile, and said feebly, "Quickly...go save the little...little lama."
“Let’s have soup”
Wei Ran wiped the rain off his face, helped Nurse Ji sit up, and put the cup to his mouth, "Drink, I'll go rescue them after you finish."
"I..."
"Drink"
Wei Ran almost begged and said, "Drink it so that I can save the little lama. I beg you to drink it."
Shaking her head weakly, Nurse Ji turned her head to look at the heavy rain outside the tent, and finally opened her mouth and drank a few mouthfuls of fish soup.
"The rest... I'll leave it to you to drink..." Nurse Ji said weakly, "You... are also suffering from the cold."
"anything else"
Wei Ran pointed to the bonfire that was still burning behind him in panic, "Drink quickly, they are all drunk, I will save them."
Nurse Ji smiled and shook her head, "I'm a nurse, how could I take the medicine first? Wei Ran, you are... you are the Workers' and Peasants' Red Army."
When you put on these clothes, you...must put the people...before yourself...go...quickly."
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He asked Nurse Ji, then put on a bamboo hat, picked up a wooden stick, bent down and rushed out of the tent.
After searching for a while, he stepped towards the direction where the light was dimly lit. He felt the darkness and used the stick in his hand to explore step by step. He fell down again and again, got up again and again, and drew closer to the light little by little.
The distance between oil lamps.
When he finally walked onto a meadow, he finally saw the little lama kneeling on the meadow, holding an oil lamp in one hand and looking for herbs one by one.
I also saw Li Zhuang beside him, who was holding open a torn blanket with his hands, trying to protect the little lama from the rain.
Looking at Wei Ran who came up to him, Li Zhuang showed a big smile. The former even saw "gratification" on his young, haggard and even immature face.
Without any conversation, Wei Ran casually poked the stick aside, grabbed the two corners of the blanket in the other person's hand, spread it open, and blocked the little lama's head.
He looked up at the blanket that had covered most of the rain. The little lama muttered something in the heavy rain. He lowered his head and continued to search grass by grass with the help of an oil lamp.
The first meadow, the second meadow, the third meadow, and when the three of them reached the fifth meadow, the little lama finally let out a cheer, put the oil lamp beside him, and held the wood
Stick began to dig hard.
Taking a closer look, Wei Ran discovered that what the little lama was digging was more like the roots of a grass. The upper part of the grass seemed to have been cut away, leaving only a bare pole.
Because of this, he was even more unable to recognize what kind of plant it was.
Fortunately, thanks to the soft soil here, in less than a minute, he dug out a bunch of branches, which were definitely not the black roots of ginseng.
He broke off a piece of root and put it into his mouth and chewed it. The little lama also followed closely and his brow, eyes and nose almost shrank into a ball. Obviously, the taste of this thing was not very good.
"Let's go back!"
The little lama spit out the roots in his mouth, greeted loudly in Zang language, then raised his finger to point in the direction he came from, and the almighty "comrade!" came out of his mouth.
"Walk!"
Li Zhuang signaled Wei Ran to loosen the blanket and put it on the little lama's body. He held a stick in one hand and held the cold hand of the little lama with the other, and walked back.
After being stunned for a moment, Wei Ran quickly picked up the oil lamp and followed.
I returned to the tent without any danger. Fortunately, the fire in the copper ladle was still burning, and Nurse Ji was not seriously injured.
Not caring about resting, the little lama once again pulled out the cannon from his waist and gave it to Li Zhuang without hesitation. Then he found an anti-Japanese sword and cut off half of the rhizome of the unknown herb he had dug up.
Chop it into pieces and throw it into a Wei-ran cup, place it on the charcoal fire and cook it.
"Do you recognize the herb he just cooked?"
Li Zhuang looked at the box of cannons that the little lama had given him, and asked Wei Ran in a low voice.
"I don't know him, do you know him?" Wei Ran said and sneezed.
Li Zhuang shook his head, looked at Nurse Ji worriedly, and finally said nothing.
After waiting for about 20 minutes, the little lama took out four enamel bowls and poured half a bowl of fish soup with herbs into each.
"Comrade!"
The little lama handed the first bowl to Li Zhuang, and then handed the second bowl to Wei Ran. Then he picked up a bowl himself, pinched his nose and frowned, drank it in one gulp, and then flashed the bowl.
Bottom.
Throwing away the enamel bowl in his hand, the little lama picked up the last bowl, walked to Nurse Ji, carefully took a spoonful of it with a small spoon, blew on it, brought it to Nurse Ji's mouth and fed it.
"Drink"
After Li Zhuang finished speaking, he poured the fish soup and some roots floating in the bowl into his mouth, and then frowned. But even so, he still grinned and chewed it, then swallowed it in one gulp.
.
"Is it that bad to drink?"
Wei Ran muttered, and poured the fish soup into his mouth in the same gulp. Immediately, the bitter and spicy taste mixed with fresh peppercorns hit his forehead, which hit him in the mouth.
After swallowing it into their stomachs with difficulty, Wei Ran and Li Zhuang looked at each other and each swallowed, but neither of them tasted what kind of herb it was.
After a while, as the bitter and spicy fish soup poured into her mouth, Nurse Ji woke up again and coughed repeatedly.
But the little lama smiled and continued to feed her the last bit of medicinal soup while saying in a chant to himself, "Drink it, it will be fine after you drink it. I used to have colds and my grandma always used it to make soup."
Give me a drink.
It'll be fine after you drink it, but it's bitter and spicy and doesn't taste very good. Oh, it would be nice if there was butter tea and yak milk."
"I don't know what the little lama is talking about."
Li Zhuang clapped his lips and muttered, "It would be great if I could speak Zang. I must talk to him for three days and three nights."
"There will be a chance"
Wei Ran paused, changed the subject and said, "I'm sorry, I... I didn't go to save the little lama with you at first. I'm not afraid of death. I'm really not afraid of death. I'm..."
"I know, I know everything. In fact, you are right."
Li Zhuang patted Wei Ran on the shoulder and did not give him a chance to continue, "But he is a commoner and you are a Red Army soldier, so we must save him."
"I promise..."
"No, no need to guarantee anything."
Li Zhuang smiled and changed the subject, "Come on, sit down quickly and roast your feet before the firewood is finished burning."
"By the way, let's help Nurse Ji roast her feet," Wei Ran said, having already picked up the copper ladle and walked to Nurse Ji's side.
"We can definitely get out," Li Zhuang said, blowing out the oil lamp.
"What did you say?" Wei Ran asked while helping the little lama to lift Nurse Ji up. The sound of the rain was so loud that he didn't hear clearly what the other party said just now.
"I said, we can definitely get out." Li Zhuang said firmly, with a bright smile on his young and haggard face.
