Each person had two large cups of fish soup, emptied the kettle and lunch boxes, and shared the soft fish heads and bones that had been cooked in the kettle according to the plan discussed last night.

This fish soup is getting weaker and weaker...

Wei Ran muttered secretly and poured the last mouthful of fish soup into his stomach.

At this point, apart from the fish soup in their respective kettles and the fish soup in the two extra kettles, the only food they had left was the horse meat jerky and a few dozen grains of highland barley in the medicine bottle.

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Taking advantage of the fact that they were full of water, everyone hurriedly packed up their luggage and weapons, and left the campsite under the leadership of Zhang Erwa and Li Zhuang.

Perhaps because of the heavy rain all night, almost every step since leaving the small highland has been submerged up to the knees in cold muddy water. Even many of the meadows are under the water.

Fortunately, the wooden sticks used as road signs have not been submerged yet, and under their guidance, we will not lose our way.

However, just when everyone was secretly rejoicing, and when they were less than 200 meters away from the high ground behind them, Zhang Erwa, who was walking at the front, was leaving a meadow and preparing to step into a field that Mingming had just explored with a wooden stick.

While crossing the swamp, he stepped into a swamp that swallowed his chest!

"Two babies!"

Li Zhuang, who was walking in second place, reacted very quickly and stretched out the wooden stick in his hand. Zhang Erwa also subconsciously reached out and grabbed the wooden stick.

"Come and help!"

Wei Ran also reacted very quickly and put down the bamboo basket and hooked the iron hook on one end of the pole to Li Zhuang's belt. Almost at the same time, the little lama and Nurse Ji also grabbed the pole.

For a moment, the five people were strung together by a pole and a wooden stick, and Li Zhuang's descent immediately slowed down.

However, Wei Ran and Zhang Erwa, who were nearest, noticed that Li Zhuang's body was also sinking. In just a short time, the muddy water had already submerged his hips!

What's even worse is that he is still sliding forward extremely slowly!

"Rope! Throw the rope over quickly!"

Wei Ran shouted at the top of his lungs, and Nurse Ji immediately let go of the pole, dug out the leggings from the bamboo basket, tried her best, and threw the end to Zhang Erwa, and then emptied her bamboo basket.

, poured out the few firewood left in it, and threw the bamboo basket away.

"Hurry and grab the rope! Grab the bamboo basket!"

Li Zhuangzhi shouted to remind him, and at the same time he was pulling hard on the wooden stick in his hand with both hands, and struggled to move his trapped feet, trying to take a step back - he also realized that he was about to sink!

After coming back to his senses, Zhang Erwa, who had stepped into the mire, had a big smile on his face that made Wei Ran uneasy.

With one hand, he also took off the whistle that belonged to Squad Leader Liu from his neck, and threw it accurately to Nurse Ji, who was holding the rope in his hand.

"Comrade Li Zhuang, from now on you will be the acting squad leader of the cooking class."

While speaking, Zhang Erwa calmly let go of the wooden stick in his hand. Wei Ran and the little lama were also caught off guard and easily dragged Li Zhuang back two steps. Then the three of them were buried in waist-deep mud.

I fell down and almost choked myself with water.

"I order you! Take them all out alive! I order you all, I order you to get out alive!"

"I don't accept your orders! I don't want to be the squad leader! Grab the rope! Grab the rope! I beg you, grab the rope!"

Li Zhuang got up in a panic and cried angrily. At the same time, he threw the rope to Zhang Erwa again and again, even to his head.

Zhang Erwa lowered his head and glanced at the mud that was about to cover his shoulders, and then glanced at Li Zhuang who was already safe and had not been dragged into the mud. Satisfied, he took off the rifle and water bottle he was carrying and threw them over one by one, and finally raised his hand in salute.

He saluted and shouted with a bright smile, "Comrades! Farewell! Long live the Workers' and Peasants' Red Army! Long live the Workers' and Peasants' Red Army!"

"Second baby! Second baby!"

Li Zhuang and Nurse Ji shouted at the top of their lungs. The little lama sat in the mud, staring blankly at Zhang Erwa who was gradually sinking. He himself was already in tears.

"Long live the Workers' and Peasants' Red Army..."

While muttering to himself, Wei Ran took out his camera and pointed it at Li Zhuang, who was crying in the mud and throwing the rope again and again, and at Nurse Ji who was holding the whistle tightly with one hand and raising his other hand in return.

Zhang Erwa, who was about to be completely swallowed by the mire, gritted his teeth and pressed the shutter, taking the 23rd desperate photo in this bright and brilliant morning sun.

"Er baby——! Monitor——! Monitor..."

Li Zhuang cried out almost silently and threw the soaked rope again, but there were only a series of bubbles left in the mire.
Chapter completed!