When the eagle woke up, he found himself lying on a simple camp bed. There was a bowl on a table next to the camp bed, and the aroma of corn came from the bowl. He struggled and was about to get up and run towards the bowl.
, a voice came to his ears:
"You wake up, let me help you."
A soldier who was similar in age to him and had a childlike look in his eyes came over. He supported the eagle and sat on the edge of the bed, handed him the bowl on the table and said:
"Drink, that's all we have."
The eagle took the bowl and drank half of the thin corn mush in three sips. Then he licked the bowl clean with his tongue. The young warrior looked at him, covering his mouth and giggling.
Putting down the bowl, Eagle smiled sheepishly and said:
"Thanks."
"It's okay. I saw you collapsed from hunger at our military supply station, so I carried you in and got you some food." The young soldier showed a sincere smile.
"Are you still there?" the eagle looked at the young soldier eagerly and asked.
"No more, we are going to save these for the night." The young soldier looked at his pitiful look, so he added:
"If you still want to eat, just sleep here. When the cooking team comes to deliver food tomorrow morning, I will get some for you."
The eagle nodded gratefully.
"Well, you can go to sleep, I'm going to stand guard."
After the young soldier finished speaking, he walked out of the house and went to the entrance of the adults. Eagle lay on the camp bed and couldn't fall asleep. He thought about what the soldier just said. Is this a military supply depot? Shouldn't there be a lot of food and clothing in there?
Is it useful? Because the half bowl of cornstarch replenished his energy, the eagle's stealing heart was ignited again.
The eagle got up and secretly opened the room a crack. He saw that it was pitch dark outside and there was no one around. He took them with him, glanced towards the door where the light was on, and quickly ran towards the depths of the compound.
go.
Tall warehouses appeared in front of Eagle's eyes. He walked around the warehouses again and again, but couldn't find a place to enter. The warehouses of the munitions depot were different from ordinary people's houses. The windows of the houses
It is very high and very small, and it is impossible to climb up. The warehouse doors are made of thick wooden boards, and there are huge iron locks hanging on them, which cannot be opened with ordinary tools.
Just when the eagle was trying to enter a certain warehouse, footsteps suddenly came from behind, and then a loud shout came:
"Stop! Don't move!"
The eagle knew that he had been discovered, so he ran away without looking back. The sound of gunshots pierced the silent night sky, and a bullet scratched a line of fire near the eagle's feet. The eagle took a look at the situation.
No, he turned around and went into the dense forest on the roadside.
The woods were overgrown with branches and thorns, and there was no way to go. The gunfire came from behind again, and the eagle couldn't care much about it. If he had run slower, he would definitely have to be left here today. There is no trace in the dense forest.
Under the bright moonlight, the eagle couldn't tell the direction at all. He just ran forward blindly.
Suddenly, the eagle felt that his body was in the air. He flew like a bird, but the direction of his flight was not up, but down. Then with a plop, the eagle fell firmly to the hard ground.
I don't know how long it took, but the eagle woke up again, and his eyes were dark. He moved his hands and feet, and he felt okay. He probably wasn't dead yet. He tried to get up, but as soon as he raised his head, he bumped into a hard object. The eagle
After groping in the dark for a while, I felt that I was in a small cave.
The eagle had no other choice but to try to crawl forward. People have no concept of time in a completely dark environment. It crawled and crawled for an unknown period of time. There were many small flies and crawlers in the cave.
The eagles fled in all directions due to the disturbance, some flew onto his face and head, and some crawled into his clothes. He couldn't care less about this, as the fear of survival had firmly occupied his entire brain.
Suddenly, his hand came into contact with something. He held the thing in his hand and felt that it was a small square iron box. After groping for a while, he found that the upper part of the box could be opened. The lid opened to one side.
Then there was a soft "pop" sound, revealing a rotating wheel. A lighter?
The eagle tried to hit it, and the flint gave off weak fire under the friction of the lighter, and the spark was extinguished instantly. So the eagle kept rubbing the wheel, and the fire kept coming out of the lighter, illuminating him.
The space in front of it. This is a kerosene lighter. Unfortunately, the kerosene inside has evaporated completely and the cotton wick cannot be ignited.
With the help of the light from the flint, the eagle saw that the cave in front of him was gradually getting bigger. He stood up and walked towards the depths of the cave. Not far after walking, he kicked another object with his foot. He bent down,
He picked up the thing he kicked and it turned out to be a folding multifunctional knife.
He quickened his pace and continued walking deeper into the cave. Finally, he came to a huge cave. He heard the sound of running water in the cave. After lying down by the water and drinking a few sips of cold water, the eagle tried to figure out this.
The size of the cave.
The light of the flint could not shine farther, so he first found the stone wall of the cave, and then groped forward bit by bit along the stone wall. A pile of neatly arranged boxes appeared in front of him, covered with cloth.
It was covered with dust. There were some words written on the side of the box. He couldn't read and couldn't understand what the words on the box meant.
The eagle moved down a box and used the knife he picked up to pry open the lid of the box. A whole box of candles appeared in front of him. He tried to light the candles with the cremation from the flint, but until he almost got a flint
Even though he polished it, he failed to do so.
He continued to move and open boxes. Finally, when he pried open the box with another font written on it, he found a whole box of matches inside.
The candle was lit, and the whole cave was illuminated. Wow! What a big cave, with so many boxes. He jumped excitedly in the cave. There were words written on the rows and stacks of boxes. Although he
He couldn't read the words, but he could tell whether the words on the boxes were the same. He moved down the boxes with different words on them and pried them open one by one.
With a soft "creak", the lid of a box was opened, revealing the iron boxes stored inside. There were words and paintings on the iron boxes. The iron boxes he got had paintings on them.
A bowl with a pointed bowl of rice in it.
The eagle became excited, and he quickly used a knife to pry open the lid of the iron box. It was really filled with rice, and there were some red beans dotted among the white crystal rice grains. He grabbed a handful and put it into his mouth, although the rice was very cold.
, but still very soft and waxy, with the aroma of glutinous rice and red beans, and even rich in water.