Perhaps Cai Dadao himself didn't know why he gritted his teeth and persisted for three months, and gritted his teeth and persisted for seven days in this damn cold old forest.
Fatty Tuanzao's rigorous training has eliminated the previous 48 people to only fourteen in the past three months, and it is absolutely a miracle that all four recruits entered the last assessment field survival event. The devilish Fatty
The surprise bursting out of the group's eyes made Cai Dadao feel a strong sense of satisfaction.
Maybe, when I walk out of this old forest and reach the destination on the map, I can loudly tell the regimental commander that I don't need to call myself Cai Xiaoniao in the future.
When Cai Dadao thought about this, he couldn't help but think of the sharpshooter Mo Mao Mao who gave him his first nickname. He didn't know how Mo Mao Mao would be doing in this damn forest without his gun. Fortunately, he had a perverted fire support man named Chen Yunfa.
Team up with him, otherwise no one will believe that a seventeen-year-old boy can walk 200 miles in the old forest with giant insects and black bears.
The three months of being crazily ravaged by Fatty Tuanzuo together was enough for sixteen people with the same hatred to become brothers. Yes, the other two were their squadron leaders Ling Hong and Xiao Fenghua. They did not get the special treatment of Fatty Tuanzuo.
Except for the preferential treatment on the first day of the selection and assessment, when the two of them had their hands behind their backs and crossed their legs, looking like officers, they practiced to the point of ecstasy in the remaining three months.
Mo Xiaomao, who was being talked about by Cai Dadao, was currently working hard to complete his wooden sled. The day before yesterday, the big man Chen Yunfa was trying to stop a black bear that was unintentionally disturbed from their sleep and attacked them crazily. Although he killed the black bear, it was hit in the chest by the black bear.
A piece of meat was scratched off with his claws. The massive blood loss and horrific inflammation caused Chen Yunfa to have a fever yesterday, and today he is already a little feverish.
Mo Xiaomao no longer hates the heavy snow that has been falling since yesterday. The heavy snow brings coldness but also brings convenience. He only needs to use a machete to cut the wood and tie it with the evergreen ivy.
, you can use the horse to drag the sled forward, and he is the horse.
Otherwise, he would not be able to carry a 200-pound man on his back for the last day's journey in the mountains, and even the devilishly fat man might not be able to carry him.
"Damn, Dafa, you are so heavy." Mo Maomao tried his best to move Chen Yunfa, who weighed 200 kilograms and was 1.95 feet tall, onto the wooden sled.
Before dragging the strap to his shoulders, Mo Maomao touched Chen Yunfa's forehead with his hand. The hot temperature told him that the big man's fever was getting worse.
Mo Mao Mao's face, which had been pretending to be relaxed just now, suddenly darkened, and the tears in his eyes reminded people at this moment that he was not only a strong warrior, but also a seventeen-year-old boy.
Mo Mao Mao is also a hunter, and the rugged mountain roads are not a problem for him. He can also determine the direction of the two of them according to the stars at night. He is not even afraid of loneliness. He once tried to use the withered grass in the mountains as requested by Fatty Tuanzuo.
Ye Xia lay down for a whole day, staring at the cards drawn by Fatty Tuanzuo that could be replaced at any time in the scope above the trench 800 meters away, listening only to his own heartbeat and the sounds of various animals walking in the forest.
, he can still accurately tell the total number of changes in the cards when night falls.
Mo Xiaomao dared to say proudly that he was the No. 1 sniper in the independent group, because even the fat man said that at his age, he was far inferior to him in marksmanship.
But now, Mo Maomao is still panicked. According to the direction, map and location, he estimates that he is still less than half a day away from the target. However, the big man's fever is really bad. He has found some herbs in the past two days.
Eating it had no effect at all. There were too many germs on the huge paws of the black bear. For the purpose of assessment, they could not make a fire. Otherwise, the red-branded steel knife provided by Fatty Danzao would be enough to put it on the wound.
Methods that can stop bleeding and also sterilize should be tried.
Of course, they can make a fire. The moment the smoke comes out, it means that this group has given up on the field survival test and admitted defeat. The distance is not too far, and the soldiers of the independent regiment at most a dozen miles away will
Find the group that gave up the assessment based on the location and take them down the mountain.
There is no punishment, you can still return to your original unit, and you may even be reused by your original commanders.
All the dozens of brothers who were eliminated became squad leaders without exception, even if they cried when they left.
But Mo Mao Mao knew that he couldn't, not only himself, but also the big man. Even if he survived, his heart would die if he knew that he failed the test. Because Mo Mao Mao knew that the big man was no longer the same as before.
On the train, he discussed with himself how much money he should save for his wife’s medical treatment and how much money he should save to marry a big man who would have at least four children. His dream was to become a person like Fatty Tuanzao. He didn’t want to be an official, but wanted to
Just like in the story told by Fatty Tuanzao, he became a single-soldier king who frightened his enemies.
Although Mo Mao Mao thought how could there be such a group of people in the world? They trained hard for ten or even twenty years just for the imaginary war, and until they retired with many injuries and no sign of war, they still had no regrets.
If I had been born in an era without war, and my father had not died under the fire of the Japanese invaders, I would have accompanied my father hunting in the mountains and forests to provide for him until he died. Mo Xiaomao hated killing people.
But the war finally came, and the Japanese bombed his father to death, so he would have to settle the score with the Japanese. The hatred for killing his father was irreconcilable. These four words that the storyteller often uttered from his mouth were what Mo Mao Mao thought too.
Since he can't give up, he can only continue to move forward. No matter how flustered, Mo Mao Mao also knows that he must calm down. Only by calming down can he carry the big man with the snowflakes in the sky but his face turned red after walking for half a day.
mountain road.
He took off his thick winter coat and covered the big man's upper body, then pinched a bunch of snow and put it on the big man's forehead in an effort to lower his temperature. Mo Mao Mao, who was wearing single clothes, shivered in the cold mountain wind.
He put the machete away from his waist, lowered his head and dragged the sled towards the other side of the valley.
Without much rest, Mo Maomao dragged the heavy sled for nearly two hours. If nothing else happened, they would be able to walk out of the forest in less than half an hour.
The huge physical exertion had already exhausted the fat flower snake dug out last night stored in his stomach. The skinned snake meat was not only white and tender, but also a little sweet. Mo Xiaomao ate half of it by himself, and
The weak and big man Chen Yunfa reluctantly swallowed half of it.
However, what was Mo Xiaomao's biggest feeling at this time? It was not hunger, but thirst. Yes, he was terribly thirsty in the ice and snow.
The cold snowballs stuffed into the mouth do not turn into sweet ice water as people imagine. Eating too much will not only fail to quench your thirst, but may also kill you.