Not only water, but also salt that maintains body energy. No matter how much the two of them saved the two small packets of salt, they had all eaten it a day ago to maintain the body's necessary salt needs.
Mo Mao's clothes were completely soaked, with melted snow and more sweat.
But only Mo Xiaomao knows that just because the outside of your body is moist, it doesn’t mean that the inside of your body is also moist. Every internal organ in your body is like a fire burning, and the hot flames burn people’s heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys.
It was already half cooked. If possible, Mo Mao Mao would rather cut his body open and let the snowflakes fall on it. Even if he died, his internal organs would feel a long-lost coldness.
People who don't tire themselves to the point of despair can't experience this feeling at all. Although your body is sweating, you don't know where the sweat comes from. You can clearly feel the moisture in your body.
Losing little by little, it’s like life is leaving you little by little.
What does that feel like?
?fear.
About to face the fear of death.
Mo Xiaomao knew that if he did not replenish a lot of water, he would die of exhaustion in the mountains. The unattended big man would also freeze to death, and then be eaten by wild beasts that came out to look for food after the snow.
As a former hunter, Mo Xiaomao found many ways to find water in the mountains, including dew on leaves, spring water dripping from caves, and even the snow under his feet, but these could not satisfy his need to drink water in large gulps.
, now he no longer has to worry about diarrhea. As long as he can drink a lot of water, he can satisfy the body's huge need for water, deceive his stomach that is already throbbing with hunger, and keep walking for half an hour. He can save two lives at the same time.
Complete the assessment.
At this moment, Mo Maomao heard the sound of running water.
An extremely clear sound.
The sound of clattering life flowing.
The stream in the mountain was not completely frozen yet. Mo Mao Mao was filled with a strong sense of happiness. His exhausted physical strength seemed to have recovered a little. Following the sound of water flow, Mo Mao Mao was dragging the heavy sled and panting heavily.
, like an old cow on the verge of death, running towards the last long field head.
?At this time, it was almost dusk, and I didn’t know how long I had been running. Anyway, Mo Mao Mao was basically relying on his instinct to maintain life, and stubbornly headed in the direction that could replenish his life.
Pushing aside the branches and vines in front of him, Mo Mao Mao saw a mountain stream.
?For a very small mountain stream, if it were not for the small drop, the quietly flowing water would not make any sound. Putting aside the ivy on his shoulders that was almost worn out, Mo Mao Mao took a step forward.
He knelt down and buried his entire face in the cold and biting stream.
Unexpectedly, the stream water was not as cold as expected, and actually seemed to have a touch of warmth. But Mo Mao Mao had no time to think about why the mountain spring water, which was so cold in the summer, actually made his frozen face feel warm. At this moment, he could only
He wanted to swallow big mouthfuls until he had to breathe. The feeling of being without oxygen was not much better than being without water.
Water can extinguish the flame. No matter where the flame is, the internal organs that were burned by the fire finally feel better. I don't know if it is because I can continue to persevere, or if there is still a fire still burning in my heart. It has always been
Mo Maomao, who was quiet and unassuming, suddenly raised his head to the sky and shouted: "Ah~~~"
There is a little moisture in the corner of the eye, maybe it is the water splash that has not been wiped off the face.
The sound was completely swallowed up by the lonely jungle, and it was so muffled that it made one's heart palpitate. It could never travel more than a mile.
It was no longer a human cry, but the most primitive cry that the chest was trying to make, the cry of animals. Mo Mao Mao sadly discovered that although he was already very familiar with the mountains and forests, he had very few tools to face him.
It is still very fragile to mountains, far less vulnerable than a wild beast or even a small squirrel.
If you want to survive, you must first survive like an animal! Survive in this son of a bitch "wild survival" subject! Only by finding the path you should take and walking back can you be called a soldier! You are a Chinese soldier! You are a soldier.
Special forces of the Independent Regiment of the Chinese Revolutionary Army.
In his seventeen years of life, Mo Mao Mao has never had such a clear understanding of the meaning of life. This is his battle. Although there is no hail of bullets, what they have in common is that he has to live. Only by living can he be qualified to taste victory.
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Then, Mo Maomao heard something that seemed to be responding.
"Ouch"
The voice is very desolate, so desolate that it makes one's heart palpitate, but at the same time it is also extremely familiar.
Not only did Mo Mao Mao hear it, but Liu Lang, who had been squinting at the meeting point a mile and a half away, also heard it.
The last fourteen special forces who participated in the assessment were divided into seven groups and were randomly scattered by Liu Lang in the vast back mountain jungle of the Independent Regiment. Their gathering place was at the foot of Heilong Mountain, 150 miles away, but this time they could not walk on the mountain road.
, they had to travel through the jungle without supplies or weapons. The only machete they owned was mainly used for splitting dense bushes and providing necessary protection.
The reason why the two squadron leaders did not participate in this assessment was because they had to lead enough soldiers to patrol the road under the mountain. If there was smoke coming out of the mountain, they would rush over as soon as possible to rescue the soldiers who had to give up asking for help.
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No matter what, he is not a loser. Liu Lang feels that the soldiers of this era are actually far better than his own time. At that time, he had a communicator. If he really couldn't hold on, he would press the communicator and a helicopter would come.
If you come to the rescue, your life will basically not be in danger.
But they didn't, they had nothing. If they encountered a danger that couldn't be solved, the only thing waiting for them was death. Knowing that the chance of death was high, none of the fourteen soldiers flinched, and they all rushed into the dense forest bravely.
Their choice between death and loyalty simply made Liu Lang ashamed.
Especially the snowflakes suddenly started falling two days ago, which greatly increased the difficulty. Cold and hunger are by no means less dangerous than the potential dangers in the jungle.
But the soldiers who had been trained by the March Devils were all good. From morning to afternoon, at the specified time, 7 groups of 14 special forces returned and 6 groups of 12 soldiers returned, leaving only the group of Mo Mao Mao and Chen Yunfa.
The duo that Liu Lang was most optimistic about hadn't returned yet, which made Liu Lang worried.
From noon to dusk, although the expression on his face remained unchanged, he never entered the house again, letting the falling snowflakes turn him into a snowman.
Now, he actually heard the howling of wolves.
During the day, wolves generally rarely howl, except when they are calling their companions to eat.
Liu Lang's heart tightened, and he quickly ran towards the place where the wolf was howling without thinking.
PS: I recommend "Anti-Japanese Blood Stained Mountains and Rivers" by the master of the military group Bai Gudao. It has more than 1 million words and is very fat. Friends who are not good at reading can check it out.