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Chapter 1003 Emergency Food Reserves at the North and South Ends(2/2)

The pencil was written with his head down, and from time to time, he would pick up the pipe ax stuck on the beach at hand and bring it to his mouth to take a big sip.

"Great Chief, what are you busy with?"

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Wei Ran shouted and asked from a distance, and at the same time he noticed the large mussels and dense barnacles growing on the reef.

"I am writing the captain's log, or it can also be said to be a diary. Look, how is my office environment?"

Evans took off the toad goggles that Weifang had given him before, shook the waterproof notepad in his hand and said, "I am comparing the previous battle with the nuclear-armed navy and what happened after the sinking of the Johnston with us.

Write down the difficulties we encounter, so that when we go back, we may have the opportunity to optimize the escape system on the ship and the survival training system for the sailors."

"Sorry, Mr. Captain, I should have knocked on the door before entering your office." Wei Ran played along with the other party and made a little joke. He also took off the kettle and unscrewed the lid.

He handed it over.

"It doesn't matter, I didn't close the door at all for ventilation."

Evans took the kettle and took a sip. He pointed at the surrounding rocks and said proudly, "Look at what I found. These shells are enough for us to eat several meals."

"Indeed, do you want to continue exploring today?"

Wei Ran glanced at the puddle not far from Evans. Not only were there a lot of barnacles and mussels pried out, but there was also a large piece of thick kelp. Obviously, the captain knew what was in the sea.

Things are edible.

"That's it for today."

Evans put away the kettle, pulled off the umbrella covering above his head and handed it to Wei Ran, "Please help me put away those shells! Let's carry them back together later."

"Leave it to me and you can continue writing your diary."

While Wei Ran was talking, he had already spread out the umbrella cloth, and together with the former, he piled all the barnacles and mussels that had been pried off the rocks with great effort, not even the piece of kelp that was as big as a trouser leg.

Pass.

Finally, they tied the umbrella cloth diagonally and put the stick that served as the palm through it. The two of them lifted the stick and tested the weight. The full bag of harvest must have weighed at least forty or fifty kilograms.

Although most of it is inedible shells and sea water, it is definitely enough for the four of them to have a delicious meal tonight.

Not daring to waste too much time, the two of them used sticks to carry the big bag of harvest, and quickly left the rocky beach. It took them a full four or five hours, and they barely managed to catch up before the sun set.

, joined Hawks who greeted them.

When the three of them returned to the camp under the sunset, where the smell of meat and the light of fire wafted, the uncle and nephew who were far away at the northern end of the island just threw a piece of their own food into their mouths for dinner.

Before the medicine took effect, Jiro stood up unsteadily, carried the machete and walked to the beach outside the woods.

"What are you going to do?" Akira asked with some vigilance.

"Looking for food." Before Jiro could finish his words, he had already stepped out of the dark woods.

Hearing this, Akira showed an expression of relief on his face, and he took the initiative and said, "Give me the knife, I'll get some firewood." "Pah!"

Jiro threw the machete in his hand to the edge of the camp without even thinking about it, and using the last ray of light, he searched for anything on the beach that could satisfy his hunger.

Bending down to pick up the machete, Akira limped to the edge of the dead silver-leaf tree, holding half of the oar. He mustered up the little strength he had left, and chopped it with every move.

Cutting holes in tree trunks.

Under his efforts, the dead tree, which was no more than a thigh thick, finally collapsed. However, it was not until he piled the chopped branches at the base of the trunk and lit the bonfire again, and even when he took the initiative to put the branches that were still there.

When Jiro, who was wandering on the beach with his head down, called back, there was nothing in his hand that could be eaten except for two hermit crabs the size of ping pong balls.

What disappointed Akira even more was that Jiro had no intention of sharing these two hermit crabs with him. In fact, after roasting them, Jiro actually stuffed them all into his own body in an almost provocative manner.

In the mouth!

With a gloomy face, Akira picked up the kettle placed by the campfire and took a sip of the slightly scalding fresh water. He also threw a piece of souvenir into his mouth, and then lay down in the sand pit that belonged to him.

On the other side of the bonfire, after Jiro swallowed his only two bites of food, he saw that his selfish uncle didn't say anything at all. There seemed to be a trace of joy after successful revenge on his face.

Unfortunately, these two mouthfuls of food were only a drop in the bucket, so not long after, it also put on its own one-piece flight suit that smelled of shit and huddled in its own sand pit.

As time passed by, Wei Ran and others at the southern end of the island not only made a large bottle of canned meat as emergency food, but also filled their stomachs with various thoughts about returning home. They each lay down

On their own simple beds, they watched the cloudy night sky in the distance, secretly lost in thought, and finally fell asleep amidst the thunder and majestic rainstorm.

But at the northern end of the island, Akira

Not long after Jiro started snoring, he stood up, took off his flight suit, held a pistol in one hand and a machete in the other, limped around the burning dead tree, looked down at him with a gloomy face.

Looking at Jiro who looks pale even in his sleep!

At this time, Akira not only had a particularly terrifying expression on his face, he even looked at Jiro's exposed arm and subconsciously swallowed!
Chapter completed!
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