Chapter 123: The Trap

Just like approaching the island at sea before, this snow-capped mountain that seems to be close in front of you is far away, and I don't know how long I walked, until the sun set, it still didn't close the distance between it and it, and it is estimated that I didn't walk half of it.

Sitting on the hillside to rest, Zheng Fei wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead, took off his wet clothes and cooled down for a while, looking at the sunset in the distance that seemed to disappear at the ends of the earth.

The afterglow fell on his face, and on the whole land, and he shook the kettle with his head up, and the last few drops of spring water dripped down the spout into his hot mouth, and he moistened his tongue and licked the chapped corners of his mouth a few times.

"Then why is the damn snowy mountain so far away, the water is all drunk. Santiago grumbled, sticking out his tongue and panting, looking like some kind of cute, people-friendly animal.

"Captain, shall we continue on our walk or shall we go back?" asked the sailor.

Zheng Fei stared at the sunset, pondered for a while, and said, "Keep walking." ”

He doesn't like to give up halfway, and he doesn't like to go back.

He likes to keep moving forward, to explore and discover different landscapes.

What if there is no water, it is not that I have not been thirsty, I have been on missions in the Sahara Desert before, and those so-called theories that people will die without drinking water for three days are actually false, and in the face of desperate situations, human endurance is beyond imagination, and it is by no means as fragile as research has shown.

Have you tried to grab the horizontal bar with your hands and feet off the ground, and hang with your arms outstretched? Normal people can't hold on for a minute, and five minutes is a god-level, but a person who fell off a cliff grabbed the vines and hung them for more than ten hours until he was rescued, and his arms were already unconscious.

What's more, there are at most four hours to reach the snow-capped mountains, and the biggest problem now is not thirst, but darkness.

As soon as it gets dark, the way forward is not clear, and even the beasts are approaching, and if there are not a few tigers on such a large island, it is simply sorry for the lambs and wild boars running all over the island.

We must thank our genius Leonardo da Vinci.

Da Vinci used his spare time to design a small tool, an alcohol lamp, but not an ordinary alcohol lamp.

The flame is surrounded by a hollowed-out glass ball, which is hollowed out to facilitate heat dissipation, and the glass ball is fixed in a cylinder rolled with iron sheets, and then the light generated by the alcohol lamp is refracted to the front through the action of several mirrors inside the iron cylinder.

The reason why alcohol is used instead of kerosene is because kerosene burns black smoke and smokes people.

Da Vinci gave it a name, holding a light canister, which sounded weird, and was forcibly changed into a flashlight by Zheng Fei.

The only fly in the ointment is that this device is a bit large and needs to be improved.

Before you know it, the sunset has disappeared into the sky, and the night has quietly fallen, making this idyllic island more tranquil.

The sea breeze, filtered by the woods, is light and pleasant, and it can't be more comfortable on the face, and people can't help but want to take a deep breath.

With its beautiful scenery and natural oxygen bar, it is sure to be developed into a tourist attraction in the 21st century.

Turn on the "flashlight" to illuminate the way forward, the power is not small, and you can see the situation more than ten meters away.

After climbing over several hills, they heard the wolf barking, and the resentment was long, as if they were howling at the bright moon hanging in the air.

It has always been frightening to hear a wolf howl in the mountains and forests, and the sailors invariably stopped, clutched their weapons tightly, and looked around with a trembling look, their legs trembling.

Zheng Fei glanced back at them and said, "Why don't you leave?" ”

"There are wolves"

"What's wrong with the wolf, remember, the wolf is most afraid of fire. ”

Hearing this, the sailors were comforted a little, but they did not let their guard down, and moved forward timidly, with a light step, lest the sound of stepping on the leaves would call the wolves.

Fortunately, there was no danger, they walked through this mountain forest and came to a meadow, under the illumination of the moonlight, the earth seemed to be sprinkled with a piece of silver light, and when they looked up, the silver snow-capped mountains were not far ahead.

This time it's really not far, and you'll be there through this meadow.

It's just that this seemingly peaceful meadow hides an unknown danger.

The sound of crickets is a characteristic of summer nights, and in addition to the sound of crickets, there are also croaking frogs.

What does it mean for a frog to bark? It means it's a wetland, maybe even a swamp.

Therefore, it was necessary to have a sailor explore the way in front first, and of course, tie him around his waist with hemp rope, ready to pull back at any moment.

Death squads often use the most unreminiscent people, a lucky hard-working sailor was chosen, shrugged helplessly, swallowed timidly before going into battle, looked at Zheng Fei, and begged: "Please take care of my family." ”

Zheng Fei beat his chest and said with a smile: "What do you think, I promise, you won't die." ”

The sailor squeezed out a wry smile, nodded, and then put on his coat and wrapped himself tightly, and burrowed into the hip-high grass, moving step by step.

People stared at him nervously, and they lined up more than ten meters behind him to follow his footsteps, and in this way they walked about a few hundred meters to the center of the meadow.

Suddenly, there was a thud, followed by a scream, and the sailor fell to the ground.

Everyone didn't pause for a moment, and hurriedly pulled him back, only to see him pointing to his feet with a painful expression, shaking his mouth, and constantly inhaling cool air.

His foot seemed to have been bitten, oozing with blood droplets, Zheng Fei hit the light on his foot and looked at it carefully.

Not bitten.

On the paws of the feet, there is a trap, a large clamp.

In an instant, Zheng Fei was agitated and glanced around.

Traps, there are people on this island!

The natives could not make such a delicate iron tool, it was definitely the handiwork of some kind of civilization, and there was such a civilization in the Atlantic?

The most important thing now is to help the wounded to bandage the wound to stop the bleeding, after hesitating for a while, he decided to send another person to be the pioneer and bandage it at the foot of the snowy mountain, of course, this time the pioneer should pay special attention to the foot.

I can't tell what kind of danger there is in this grass, and I can't stay here, and as for returning, it's not advisable, there are wild beasts in the mountains and forests behind, and they come over when they smell blood.

Fortunately, there was no unexpected situation in the future, they arrived at the foot of the snow-capped mountain, chose a flat land to lay the wounded down, and Zheng Fei personally bandaged him, which is one of the necessary self-rescue skills for soldiers of the Foreign Legion.

This wounded man was not hypocritical, he tried to grit his teeth and endure the pain without shouting, and his excellent performance made him finally feel a little bit in front of Zheng Fei.

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