The time is 7:19 in the evening on the 27th, and there are still 12 hours and 41 minutes left before the deadline for the end of the first phase.
The distance is 130 miles away from the destination, Sansho-ri.
With a sound of "Bah~", the surgeon 7 from a hospital in Vienna spat heavily and felt that his mouth was indescribably dull.
Anyway, as a surgeon7, I still know some basic biological common sense.
He knew that such a situation was a normal condition caused by the human body constantly sweating during exciting exercise due to the loss of a large amount of salt.
The solution is also very simple. After stopping, take a good rest and drink some salt water to replenish electrolytes. At least warm salt water is enough.
But the crux of the current problem is that now they don't even have the time to stop to urinate. How can they stop and take a good rest?
As for warm salt water? That's ridiculous, there is no such condition.
Like a machine without emotions, 7 kept moving his legs. He didn't know how long he had been running and how far he had run.
Maybe it can be 20 miles, or 15 miles, or even just 10 miles.
Anyway, following Hu Biao who was leading the way, he kept running with his head down. It felt like he was struggling to go uphill at one moment, and then downhill in a hurry.
Anyway, in the current temperature, which is at least close to minus 30 degrees, I was sweating all over.
This situation continued until he realized that the road in front of him was getting steeper and steeper. Suddenly, the sole of his foot slipped and his whole body rolled down the steep mountain like a lump of stone.
He bumped into Cheng Zi and Carpenter behind him, as well as several volunteer soldiers.
These people were also knocked to the ground. Suddenly, a group of people rolled like gourds for more than ten meters, and then they stopped rolling.
Because he was wearing thick cotton clothes and there was deep snow on the ground, 7 felt no pain on his body after he stopped rolling, but he felt like he was out of breath.
So when he was lying on the ground, he grabbed a handful of snow on the ground and stuffed it directly into his mouth.
Suddenly, my mouth felt cold, and the lonely feeling in my mouth actually got better.
At this moment, a volunteer soldier who was hit by them had already climbed up from the ground and stretched out a hand towards him.
Through the moonlight, 7 could clearly see the figures reaching out to him, they were also in three rows.
He was a simple-looking man in his early thirties. He usually didn't like to talk much. He often just wanted to watch the Central Continent team with a smile when they were having a fight.
I don’t remember the specific name of 7, I just remember that everyone always called him that.
He was called that by everyone. It was said that he had a treasure-like crooked machine gun in his hand.
When he grabbed the opponent's hand and jumped up from the snow on the ground, 7 said: "Comrade, thank you."
"No problem, we are all gay."
With an accent from Lu Province, Lao Waibaozi said it with an honest face.
Just when 7 was about to say something more, Hu Biao, who was rushing to the front, heard the movement behind him, turned around and frowned immediately.
It was only a few minutes ago that he took a look at the map and knew that this long forced march had actually just begun.
But what they need to face now is three consecutive mountains to climb.
These three mountains are quite steep, and there is a thick layer of snow on the ground. It is impossible to know what is under the snow, whether there is a pit, etc.
Therefore, it is completely normal to slip and fall to the ground while climbing a mountain.
The problem is that having to march 145 miles in 14 hours is a huge challenge under normal circumstances.
Therefore, in the limited time, it is even less possible for them to take a detour, and they can only use the straightest distance to pass.
After thinking of this, Hu Biao roared:
"We all worked together in groups and connected each other's bodies with leggings. Once we found someone falling, I immediately held him tightly."
Under such an order, everyone started working with their leggings on.
It seems to be a coincidence that the rookies of the three teams, 7, Orange, and Technician, plus Lao Waibazi and other three volunteers died in the battle, a total of 6 people were tied together.
In just one or two minutes of busy work, 7 felt that his messy breath had become calmer.
It is a pity that at such a time, their commander Hu Biao, who was rushing to the streets, shouted loudly again: "Don't stop, start running."
To be honest! At this moment, 7 really wanted to stuff the socks he had been wearing for a month into Hu Biao's mouth.
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"Technician, don't open your mouth so wide when running, otherwise you will put a lot of pressure on your lungs; remember to breathe through your nose. Every time you inhale through your nose, remember to match your steps. After taking a breath, run for two seconds.
Three steps..."
In the technician's ears, a series of prompts from Cheng Zi rang.
I have to say that compared to him and 7, Chengzi, a former Guo Jia second-level athlete, performed much better during the forced march.
At least it's not like the two of them. Due to running for a long time, their chests are rising and falling like a bellows.
Chengzi looked much better and kept telling them some more scientific running tips.
Unfortunately, there is no scientific way of running about the above.
After some attempts, the technician found one thing: he felt that only by opening his mouth and breathing loudly could he feel better in his poor lungs.
Finally, when he felt that his legs were getting heavier and heavier, the technician knew that he had to do something and divert his attention.
You can't always think about how far you have run and how far you still have to go, otherwise you really won't be able to run anymore.
For this reason, he simply opened his mouth and panted and asked Lao Waibazi, who was connected with leggings in front of him: "Brother Lao Waibazi, are you married yet?"
"Of course we're getting married." Old Waibianzi, who was also panting a little, replied after hearing this.
Then, as if he thought of something happy, even his voice was full of joy: "Not only did I get married, I am now the father of two children.
I joined the army in the 28th year of the Republic of China.
The eldest son was over 2 years old at that time, and the second son was also pregnant with the child. However, when I heard that he was an important member of the army fighting against Japanese invaders, my wife still encouraged me to join the army.
She said that as long as I fight the devils well, she will have everything in the house, even if she is begging for food, she will not let the children go hungry.
After five years of fighting, from Shandong Province to the Northeast, after the Japanese finally surrendered, I was ready to retire and go home. But why didn't the bald man come out to mess around again, and ended up fighting for several more years?
Back and forth, it took ten years after it came out.
It was in the first half of this year that I retired from the army and returned to my hometown in Shandong Province. At that time, my youngest son was 12 years old, almost as high as my neck, and my second son was also a strong boy with a tiger-like head and a big head.
In addition, Guo Jia also gave our family eight acres of land and a mule.
Starting from Emperor Daoguang of Daqing, our family has been a tenant of a landlord's family, and we have no land of our own. Anyway, if we can live this kind of life, we will be content in this life~"
It is said that human joy is the same. After hearing these contents, the technician even felt that his steps became lighter.
For the sake of Lao Waibianzi, these people feel happy and joyful about their ordinary little happiness.
But then, after thinking about something in his mind, he continued to ask: "Old crooked brother, when I informed you to re-enlist, you didn't have any complaints?"
"No way, after I heard the news, I took the initiative to go back to the old army and ask to join the army.
Because my wife said again, if we don’t drive away these Western devils from Uncle Sam’s house, how can we farm at home with peace of mind? She asked me to drive away these Western devils and then go back.
As the old saying goes, she takes care of everything at home."
As the old man said this, he displayed the image of an honest farmer who was a little afraid of his wife very clearly in front of the technicians, 7, and Chengzi.
For a moment, they were a little confused as to how to proceed.
They could only change the topic and start chatting more about various things in their respective hometowns. During their low-pitched conversation, they seemed to feel less tired.
But the key question is, how far has this traveled?