Then, he dug out a pair of squad leader Liu's remaining iron-legged horses, buckled them on Nurse Liu's copper lunch box, and tied them tightly with leather ropes as well. Together with the German lunch box filled with dried meat,

It was tied to the iron hook on the other side of the pole.

This was not over yet, he then took out the oil lamp and the kerosene pot and put them in the bamboo basket he was carrying.

"Now you can rest assured." Li Zhuang turned around and showed a big smile to Nurse Ji, "It will definitely not get wet, and you can see it at any time."

Hearing this, Nurse Ji nodded feebly and silently chewed the unpleasant-tasting herb in her mouth.

"I can pick it up," the little lama muttered to himself in Zang language.

"The little lama is about to cry," Wei Ran joked with a smile, "Why don't you give him some more things."

"That's fine!"

Li Zhuang smiled, took out two anti-Japanese swords from the bamboo basket behind him and put them into the basket carried by the little lama. Suddenly, the little lama had a smile on his face again.

Taking steps again, everyone moved forward, but the quagmire became deeper and deeper, making every step extremely difficult.

Fortunately, just when the water surface was about to hit the things hanging on the pole hooks, the water level finally began to gradually drop.

When the stinky mud could no longer submerge his knees, Wei Ran could clearly feel Nurse Ji lying on his back breathing a sigh of relief and falling into a deep sleep.

This is the scene painted in the metal book...

Wei Ran glanced at the back of the little lama in front of him, and couldn't help but secretly think about who was carrying Nurse Ji on his back in the time and space without him, and who was carrying the burden in front of him.

Looking down at the camera hanging around his neck, Wei Ran did not waste the last film - he promised Zhang Erwa that he would take another picture when he walked out of the grass.

But...can I go out?

Wei Ran looked ahead at the end of the field of vision. There was nothing there except meadows and shimmering mud. The environment here was really not much different from hell.

The mud under their feet was freezing cold, but the sun above their heads was particularly dazzling, and the strong ultraviolet rays made their exposed skin turn red.

He touched Nurse Ji's forehead with his hand, and the hot temperature made him more desperate.

Wei Ran bent down and dug up a lump of mud, and smeared it on his arms, cheeks, and neck. Then he dug out another lump of mud and carefully smeared it on Nurse Ji's forehead, face, neck, and calves.

The mud can not only help her cool down, but most importantly, it can block swarms of mosquitoes.

After walking like this for more than two hours, watching the sun rise to its highest point, Li Zhuang at the front finally chose to stop and rest for a while on a meadow.

Carefully, Nurse Ji sat on the bamboo hat against the bamboo basket, and the three of them immediately used wooden sticks to prop up the oilcloth to block the scorching sun.

"How is Nurse Ji's condition?" Li Zhuang asked in a low voice.

"The fever started again"

Wei Ran said worriedly that the only thing he could do was to wet a leggings and tie it on Nurse Ji's forehead to help her cool down.

The little lama once again took out the piece of herb he dug up last night, broke off a few roots and put them into Nurse Ji's mouth - this was also the only thing he could do.

"eat something"

Li Zhuang took off the lunch box from the pole hook, opened it, took out a few dried meat sticks, and gave one to each person.

“Leave immediately after eating”

Li Zhuang bit into the dried meat in his hand and said, "I'll carry Nurse Ji on my back later, and you can explore the way ahead."

"good"

Wei Ran responded and ate the dried meat he was assigned as quickly as possible. He also gave Nurse Ji a few mouthfuls of water that was hot from the sun, and immediately carried heavy weapons and oil lamps on his back.

Bamboo baskets with other items.

Setting out again, the little lama carrying the pole was still walking in the middle. Wei Ran finally took on the task of exploring the road for the first time, and at the same time put away the heavy camera around his neck.

Although you can always see road signs that serve as wooden sticks along the way, from time to time, the wooden stick in his hand can still detect the bottomless mire.

As time passed by, the sun above our heads gradually set to the west, and the temperature finally dropped. Even the mosquitoes had no idea where to hide due to the lower and lower temperature.

As a gust of cold wind blew, Wei Ran couldn't help but shiver. He stopped temporarily and fastened the cloth rope buckle of his thatched vest.

"Don't stop"

Li Zhuang, who was walking at the end, carrying Nurse Ji on his back, said, "Keep going forward, and light the lamp when you can't see anymore."

"good"

Wei Ran responded but did not set off in a hurry. Instead, he took off the blanket that had been in the sun all day from the pole carried by the young lama and put it on Nurse Ji.

"Each person should eat another piece of dried meat," Li Zhuang said while grabbing the edge of the blanket.

Upon hearing this, Wei Ran immediately opened the lunch box, took out three sticks of dried meat, stuffed one stick into the little lama's mouth, and stuffed another stick into Li Zhuang's mouth.

As for Nurse Ji, she is no longer conscious. How can she find the strength to eat...

Without wasting any more time, Wei Ran pulled out the wooden stick stuck in the mud, chewed the dried meat, and took steps forward.

On the seemingly endless grassland, a group of people left a winding track composed of stirred black mud in the last ray of sunset.

When the sun set on the horizon and the tracks became blurry, the gas burning stopped again, and with the help of the little lama, the oil lamp was lit.

After driving all night for the past few days, there was only enough kerosene in the oil can to be refilled for the last time. That might also be their last chance to get out of the grassland.

Fortunately, he noticed before the sun set. Not far ahead, there was a place where the terrain seemed to be slightly higher. However, it would probably take at least an hour or two to get there.

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"Rumble--"

This thief obviously didn't want them to find a resting place so easily. Almost at the same time that the oil lamp was lit, a thunder light connected the sky and the earth lit up in the distance.

"Walk faster!" Li Zhuang, who was walking at the end, urged anxiously, and Wei Ran also immediately quickened his pace.

"Wow——"

In less than five minutes, the heavy rain finally came down in full force.

Adjusting the brightness of the oil lamp to the maximum, Wei Ran untied the leggings wrapped around his waist and threw them to the little lama behind him.

After taking the rope, the little lama also untied the rope around his waist and threw it to Li Zhuang behind him.

When did this come to a head...

Wei Ran grasped the rope of the bamboo hat tightly and squinted his eyes to look at the rain curtain that was lit by lightning from time to time. He could not help but feel a wave of despair in his heart, with no end in sight.

He could no longer remember how many days he had walked, nor how far he had gone, nor how many days he would have to walk, or how far he would have to go. The only thing he knew clearly was that the general direction was correct.

Let's go...

Wei Ran took a trembling step, took out the kettle, pulled off the cup, and stretched it out of the bamboo hat. While receiving the cold and abundant rain, he took the second and third steps.

"Gudu, Gudu, Gudu..."

Wei Ran drank more than half of the glass of ice-cold water, stretched the cup forward again, and took the fourth, fifth, and sixth steps at the same time.

Step after step, meadow after meadow, mud next to mud. Gradually, Wei Ran felt his body getting colder and colder, and his steps getting heavier and heavier.

Fortunately, the rope tied to his belt was still being pulled by the person behind him.

Fortunately, they were getting closer and closer to the high ground, and the muddy water under their feet became shallower and shallower.

Fortunately, the oil lamp is still burning.

Fortunately, everyone finally walked to the high ground on this cold and rainy night.

"Nurse Ji..."

Wei Ran threw away the bamboo basket, walked to Li Zhuang, who was also fiddling, and reached out to touch Nurse Ji's forehead.

The hot temperature wherever his palm touched made him sigh in relief. Fortunately, Nurse Ji was still alive anyway.

"Take...take...plop!"

Before Li Zhuang finished speaking, he knelt down weakly on the ground, then lay in Wei Ran's arms, and then threw him to the ground.

"It'll be ready soon..."

Wei Ran climbed up with difficulty with the help of the little lama. The two of them unfolded the tarpaulin with difficulty and set up a low tent to protect them from wind and rain.

After removing Nurse Ji from Li Zhuang, Wei Ran and the little lama worked together to drag her and Li Zhuang into the tent one by one.

"Make a fire, we need to make a fire!" the little lama shouted anxiously in Zang language.

"Make a fire! Yes! Make a fire!"

Wei Ran responded in Chinese that the other party could not understand, and at the same time he took out the contents of the three bamboo baskets one by one.

Drawing out his anti-Japanese sword, Wei Ran chopped open the three bamboo baskets one by one without even thinking about it.

Seeing this, the little lama quickly took out a kettle and other items and placed them outside the tent to collect water. Then he took out the half piece of "zhuna" from his arms, chopped it up with a knife along with the two dried meats, and threw them away.

Put it in a cup filled with water and get it ready.

Amidst the sound of the rainstorm, Wei Ran chopped the three bamboo baskets and his own bamboo hat into pieces and strips. Then he dug out the simple candles he made with horse oil and rags, and used a kerosene lamp to burn them.

It ignites.

After blowing out the kerosene lamp, Wei Ran took out the oil can, poured the last bit of kerosene into the oil storage tank of the kerosene lamp, and then smashed the coarse porcelain oil can with a big knife.

The moment he put the horse oil candle close to it, the last trace of kerosene attached to the oil pot fragments was easily ignited, and Wei Ran immediately covered all the soaked bamboo slices on top.
To be continued...