Before the smoke rose, he poured the melted horse oil in the enamel jar on top.

Suddenly, the smoke became more intense and had a pungent smell.

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At a certain moment, the steaming thick smoke was ignited, and the small tent was finally illuminated by the dancing firelight.

Without pausing or cheering, the little lama immediately placed the prepared cups, enamel jars, kettles, etc. on the edge of the bonfire.

Wei Ran also picked up the anti-Japanese sword again, cut off the hooks on both sides of the pole, and then split all the poles, even the two shoe straps they used to make straw sandals, he used them as firewood.

He clearly knew that at this moment, they had no choice but to save themselves by drinking poison to quench their thirst - because everyone was cold and had a high fever.

"We might all die here"

The young lama said in Zang language, but there was no anxiety or despair in his young voice. Instead, he sounded extraordinarily calm.

"Yes, we may all die here."

Wei Ran repeated a sentence in Chinese, and at the same time without any delay, he found the tattered blanket that was originally used to pitch the tent, propped it up with wooden sticks, and blocked the leaky tent opening.

"I do not regret"

The little lama continued to talk to himself in Zang language, "I don't regret chasing you, even if I have to die here."

"I don't regret it either," Wei Ran murmured to himself, "even if I have to die here."

"I haven't shot a gun yet."

As he spoke, the little lama took out the unloaded cannon from his waist, aimed it at the small bonfire, and said to himself in Zang language, "Before I die, I want to try firing a shot, but I still can't."

I don't know how to use a gun.

Singing monks often say that King Gesar does not like people who kill.

But if killing more lives is necessary to save more Ram, then I am willing to shoot and kill.

Even if...

Even if I shoot at King Gesar, I am willing to do so!"

Wei Ran was startled when he heard this, and sat down holding the bamboo basket. After rummaging for a while, he found a magazine of bullets in Nurse Ji's satchel.

These bullets were found by Wei Ran from the body of the Red Army soldier after the little lama found the box gun.

"I'll teach you"

Wei Ran sat unsteadily by the campfire, took the box gun from the little lama's hand, taught him how to press the bullet, how to open and adjust the speed and safety, and how to load the bullet.

"If you want to aim, you need to have three points and one line."

Wei Ran said, pointing to his eyes, then pointing to the rear sight and front sight, drawing a straight line, then pointing outside, and making a "pop" sound from his mouth.

This little lama who dared to kill gods for his Ram nodded ignorantly, took the pistol from Wei Ran, and allowed him to teach himself how to hold the pistol grip, but also prevented him from putting his finger on the trigger.

Actions.

Taking off the almost worn-out fur shoes from his feet, Wei Ran hung them on the tattered blanket blocking the entrance of the tent, and then loaded a bullet into the little lama's pistol.

"Aim for it"

Wei Ran said, pointing to the little lama's eyes, and then to the rear sight and front sight of the box gun, and then patiently taught him how to raise the gun and correct his posture. Finally, he opened the safety and gently moved the little lama's index finger.

On to the trigger.

"Shoot"

Wei Ran said, tapping the little lama's finger lightly.

"boom!"

Amidst the crisp sound of gunfire, a slightly rusty bullet shell fell at his feet. The little lama also let out a cry of surprise in the steaming smoke. Even the fur shoes that belonged to Weifan were also destroyed.

The bullet easily drilled a hole and came out.

"I can shoot!"

The little lama excitedly chanted in Zang language, "I am also a Red Army soldier, and I am also... I am also..."

Before the little lama could finish his words, he also slumped to one side and was supported by Wei Ran, so that he did not fall into the bonfire.

Wei Ran tried the little lama's breath with fear, and Wei Ran breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately... he was still alive.

Gently putting the little lama down and letting him lie down, Wei Ran bit the tip of his tongue hard to stay awake and patiently maintained the bonfire.

Fortunately, before he burned the last bamboo hat, the wooden handles of the two anti-Japanese broadswords, and even the thatched vest on his body, the water in the surrounding kettles was finally boiled.

First, he put a kettle wrapped in rags into each person's arms for them to hold and keep warm. Then Wei Ran took out four small enamel bowls and poured out the herbal jerky soup that had been boiling in the cups.

, fed into the mouths of the three of them one by one.

After taking one last sip of his share, the bonfire was completely burned out, not even a single spark was left.

At this point, only the candles made of horse oil and the oil lamp were still emitting light and warmth in the tent.

Holding back the dizziness and weakness, Wei Ran first dragged Nurse Ji to the place where the bonfire was lit before and let her sit on the still warm charcoal ashes. Then he dragged Li Zhuang and the little lama over to share

The last bit of warmth.

"I won't let you die, you must get out alive."

Wei Ran muttered as if he was nervous, while stuffing the three people's mouths with boiled meat cubes, as well as the herb "Zhu Na" mixed in, and then poured a few mouthfuls of hot water into their mouths.

The food and herbs inside are swallowed into the stomach.

Immediately afterwards, he tried his best to wring out the other two blankets and wrapped them around the three people, and then his vision went dark and he lost consciousness.
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