Due to the distance, the cave was dark and no one could be seen clearly.
Gong Zihua wandered under the tree for a while and couldn't see clearly if there was anyone above. He didn't know what to do...
Hughes emerged from the tree hole coldly and glanced into the distance.
Gong Zihua felt relieved for a moment, but her body immediately lost strength and fell to the ground.
So hungry... He hadn't eaten for a long time. He was thirsty and hungry. He looked at his white and tender hands with countless small wounds. In a daze, his hands turned into braised chicken feet. He took a bite and felt pain.
, and then slowly put down his hand.
So hungry.
The branch swayed slightly, and suddenly something fell from above, hitting Gong Zihua on the head, and then fell to the ground.
Gong Zihua stared at it. He was not dazzled. Was it a steamed bun?
Gong Zihua raised his head and glanced upward. Hughes was hiding in the tree hole again, making no sound.
Gong Zihua picked up the steamed buns on the ground as if in a dream, and took a big bite without caring about the dirt.
He ate so quickly that he choked and hammered his chest, ran to a nearby bush and drank the remaining rainwater on the big leaves.
After swallowing that mouthful of steamed buns, he felt much better.
One steamed bun was not enough to fill the stomach. Gong Zihua drank a lot of water to let the steamed bun ferment in his stomach, and then he felt that the cramping feeling was not so severe.
Gong Zihua thought about the long journey ahead - a new day has come.
They must keep moving forward and find the concentration camp as soon as possible, otherwise they will die outside sooner or later.
Gong Zihua took out an empty military water bottle and filled it with all the rainwater accumulated on the nearby leaves...
At this time, there was finally movement in the tree hole next to the high branches. Hughes lowered the rope from high altitude, dropped his military bag to the ground, and soon he followed the tree down.
Gong Zihua tightened the lid of the pot, turned around and looked at Hughes nervously.
This boy was at least a head taller than him. He should be thirteen years old, about five years older than him.
Mong Zihua saw Hughes walking towards the front road carrying a military bag, and he also carried the heavy military bag on his back.
Although he didn't know how to use the things in the bag at all...but subconsciously, he didn't dare to throw away this baggage. This was his sense of security.
In this way, Gong Zihua followed closely behind Hughes, with a few meters between them.
Hughes walked slowly and leisurely, sometimes stopping to rest - after all, Gong Zihua was young and had weak legs, so he felt tired after walking for a while, and the big backpack weighed him heavily. But he was never left behind.
Able to keep up.
Along the way, they encountered people from other teams twice. The first time, Hughes beat them away, and the second time... he beat down two boys and robbed them of their military supplies.
Because the bag was too heavy, Hughes unzipped the bag and picked out what he needed, including food, flint, scissors, and a flashlight.
Gong Zihua hid behind the tree and watched silently. Xiu Si was unintentionally the god in his heart - so powerful, he could quickly defeat anyone no matter how strong he was.
At noon they walked to a stream, and Gong Zihua squatted downstream to draw water. He had already finished the pot of water in the morning.
Mong Zihua hungrily filled her stomach with water. Black Onyx's eyes rolled, and she squinted at Hughes' movements from the corner of her eyes -
He was afraid that if he blinked, this protective god would disappear from his world.