Long Jiu's whole body collapsed, and he held on to Black Eagle's body with all his strength. Until the moment when this guy died, he finally slowly relaxed. However, due to time constraints, his two hands were still tight. He hugged Black Eagle's body tightly, and the blood from his injured arm was still flowing out intermittently.
Shen Sanquan looked at the boning knife that had been inserted into Black Eagle's throat. His body collapsed and he lay crookedly in the muddy water on the ground. The rain fell even more violently, and the two of them didn't seem to want to die so quickly. I stood up, just closing my eyes and silently feeling this moment of victory.
Half an hour later, the sky slowly darkened, and night finally began to quietly attack the sweltering jungle. Shen Sanquan turned his body around, and suddenly pulled out the boning knife from Black Eagle's throat. The blood stains on it were covered with blood. As soon as the rain fell, it immediately dripped down in a straight line. He gently wiped it on Black Eagle's body, and then slowly inserted it into the lower back. At this time, Long Jiu also slowly woke up. He came over, raised his head, looked at Shen Sanquan, and showed a sincere smile, "Brother, thank you!"
Shen Sanquan shook his head, "Don't thank me, if you want to thank me, just thank my brother Chujiu!"
"Chujiu?" Long Jiu murmured the name again. Who is Chujiu? What is its relationship with him?
Shen Sanquan helped Long Jiu sit up, and slowly crawled to the foot of a short tree nearby. The broad leaves were like umbrellas, blocking most of the rain.
Long Jiu carefully checked his injuries. The bullet hole in his arm was scratched by Black Eagle. Now it was much more tragic. The skin and flesh were torn apart in a shocking way. However, he seemed not to notice it and tore open his clothes. He gritted his teeth and bandaged it simply.
However, Shen Sanquan still looked at him closely and said in a daze: "You really look like him."
"Is it still the ninth grade of junior high school you mentioned?"
"Yes, he is my brother, but he is already dead!" Shen Sanquan looked a little sad, a little sad, and more of a deep guilt and self-blame.
"Brother, don't be sad. I understand how you feel. I also have a brother, and like you, he passed away."
Shen Sanquan nodded, reached out and groped around on his body, and finally lost the half-pack in his jacket pocket in the rain in frustration. Ding Yuan gave it to him. He took out a few packs, but these were the last few. root.
"Want to smoke?" Long Jiu asked.
"Yeah!" Shen Sanquan said weakly.
"Do me a favor." Long Jiu struggled to stand up and walked towards Black Eagle's body, "Can you lift it for me?"
No matter what the request is, Shen Sanquan will agree to it now. Who wants the boy in front of him to look exactly like Chujiu?
The two stumbled and dragged Black Eagle's body forward slowly, walking in the rain step by step. The road was very difficult, but luckily they persisted and dragged it for about 100 meters, looking at Panting, Shen punched three times, and Long Jiu looked a little sad, "Look at that little bag on his body."
On Black Hawk's waist, there was a small military tactical bag. Shen Sanquan flipped it open. It contained some ordinary medicines, a Swiss Army knife, and an unopened pack of cigarettes. Unfortunately, he could not find it. Matches for fire.
Shen Sanquan zipped up the zipper, buckled it on his waist, and then asked: "What else do you need from me?"
"Okay, we're here." Long Jiu stretched out his injured right hand and pointed forward, "Don't go there, there is a soil depression there."
"What is soil depression?" Shen Sanquan asked in confusion.
"That is, the swamp in the jungle is a very mysterious area. If no one rescues a person who falls in, he can only slowly wait for death, and the more he struggles, the faster he sinks. Under that place, Burying my two brothers." Long Jiu's voice gradually became quieter, and Shen Sanquan saw that there were tears in his eyes.
He quickly grabbed a rough wooden stick on the ground and threw it over. Suddenly, the land that looked like grass on the surface immediately began to sink. After swallowing the stick, it slowly returned to its original state.
Shen Sanquan was frightened for a while. If he didn't know the terrain, he would have been damned unjust if he stepped on it.
Long Jiu glanced around, then borrowed the boning knife from Shen Sanquan, and cut off a branch as thick as a forearm nearby, about three or four meters long, propped it up under Black Eagle, and slowly pushed it Follow him towards the direction of 'Tusheng'.
Without even pushing a step, he let out a sad sob. Shen Sanquan couldn't bear it and immediately came over to help. With the concerted efforts of the two of them, Black Eagle was finally pushed to the sunken place. The ground began to sink again, slowly. It devoured it slowly, and after about a minute, the black hawk was no longer visible.
Long Jiu suddenly fell to his knees and cried loudly in the direction of the soil depression, "Ameng, Xiaoge, I finally avenged you. That bastard Black Eagle has gone down to accompany you. You can rest in peace, wuwu... …”
Long Jiu cried very sadly, his voice breaking, and he looked so miserable in the rain.
Shen Sanquan didn't go over and say anything, he just sat aside silently. He understood this feeling. Now he didn't want to twist off Hu Shengli's head alive. But in order to help Long Jiu, he let him escape. However, He believed that one day, he would take Hu Shengli's head and throw it in front of Chujiu's grave, so that his former brothers could take a good look at it. The third brother had avenged him!
Long Jiu cried and knelt for a long time. Shen Sanquan didn't know how much time had passed. It was already very dark. Could there be any ferocious beasts and poisonous snakes in this unknown jungle? Could there be any more? Even more ferocious animals were something Shen Sanquan could not imagine.
Long Jiu sat up staggeringly, glanced at the place where the soil was sunk, and then called Shen Sanquan to go towards where he came from. At the place where they had just fought, the AK was still hanging high on the branch. Long Jiu lifted He got it off with the wooden stick in his hand, and then walked deep into the jungle with Shen Sanquan. The rain began to gradually become lighter, and the two finally found a dry place. This was a towering stone. Under the big tree, the tree hole formed a concave shape, but no rainwater got in.
"Does he have pliers in his bag?" Long Jiu asked.
Shen Sanquan quickly opened the small bag on Black Eagle, but he did not find any small pliers. Long Jiu was not disappointed. When he looked at the Swiss Army Knife, he immediately took it in his hand and took out one pill from the AK. The bullet, using the knife and thread cutter in the Swiss Army Knife, clamped the bullet tightly, unscrewed it hard, poured out half of the gunpowder from it, and then grabbed some dry sawdust from a big tree and stuffed it in. The whole process They are all very smooth. It can be seen that this guy is a person who has been eating jungle food for many years.
After inserting the warhead again, Long Jiu immediately stuffed the modified bullet into the magazine, loaded it into the AK, pulled the gun bolt fiercely, and fired a sudden shot at the big tree.
There was a 'bang' sound, and the dry sawdust immediately burned.
"Bring out the flames, don't burn the whole tree." The two carefully brought dry firewood and leaves, and at the same time drew out the flames in front of the tree hole and quickly extinguished them.
Looking at the flames that gradually grew stronger, Shen Sanquan finally breathed a long sigh of relief. In this hellish place, there is no sense of security without fire. The most important thing is that you can't smoke.
Opening the pack of cigarettes left by Black Hawk, Long Jiu couldn't help but take a look and said casually: "Camel brand, the Yankee's cigarettes!"
Shen Sanquan didn't care about this, he took out one and lit it. Although it was much more violent than usual, but now, what he wanted was this feeling. He took a heavy breath, letting the rich smoke fill his lungs fiercely. After playing around for a while, he spit it out leisurely and passed the cigarette casually, "Don't you want one?"
Long Jiu took it with a smile, pulled out three of them, lit them all, and stuck them on the ground, "Ameng, Xiaoge, enjoy it." After holding it in for a long time, he finally said what he didn't want to say. The name is, "Black Eagle, I will pay you the debt after my death. I will give you my last cigarette, and I will be worthy of you on the road to hell."
Long Jiu finally lit one. After taking a sip, he looked at Shen Sanquan with interest, "Isn't it a waste to smoke four at a time?"
Shen Sanquan threw the Camel cigarette that had hit the butt on the ground, and said seriously: "It's really a waste!"
"Haha..." The two of them smiled similarly and gathered next to the fire.dd