Did Lance and Gross fall? Now everyone gathered around the pit, turned on the lighting in their hands and shone it down. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

After seeing the situation at the bottom of the pit, everyone gasped. At the bottom, pointed conical stone pillars about two meters high were hewn out, standing like spikes. And there are already some fragments of skeletons at the bottom, obviously from a long, long time ago.

The light was concentrated on a single figure, it was Gross. He was hopeless, at least two stone pillars pierced his body, one of which passed through his chest and abdomen, hanging him in the air. From his staring eyes, there was no glimmer of life, it was a dilated pupil. Sticky human blood slid down the pillars, and for about a thousand years, blood moistened the dry stones.

"Hmm... There was a slight groan, and everyone followed the sound, and soon several beams of light finally focused on Lance, who was lying on the stone pillar.

"How?" Mullen asked anxiously.

Under three or four rays of light, after Rylance fell, fortunately with a hiking bag behind him, the stone pillar failed to pierce his chest, and the punctured hiking bag pushed him against the stone pillar. And Gross was not so lucky, in order to reduce the burden on him and Cheng Qianxun, he didn't let the two of them carry anything, so he was stabbed to the core.

Everyone pulled the climbing rope and slowly lowered the mullen at one end. Mullen used his arm strength to prop up both sides of the trap with both arms, as if he was holding on to a wall just now, and moved his hands and feet together. After climbing to Lance's side, he stepped directly on the walls on both sides with his feet, and used all the strength he could borrow, including the rope tightly wrapped around his waist, to prop himself on the stone pillars that looked like nail boards, and put a rope around Lance's waist.

"He's got a leg injury!" Mullen shouted, and then helped Lance pull his thigh out of the pillar. The backpack on the back carries most of the weight, so the tip of the pillar pierces the horizontal thighs and calves, but it does not pierce.

"Hmm... Lance was still awake, gritting his teeth and enduring it. When his leg was pulled out of the stone pillar, he still screamed in pain.

"Slow down, okay, okay..." With the constant coordination of Gordon and Sneijder, everyone finally pulled Mullen and Lance together.

When they got to the ground, Regel and Sneijder had already taken off their coats and spread them on the ground. If there is ash on the ground, try to avoid touching the wound with dirt. Gordon and Mullen quickly put Lance on the covered coat on the ground, turned him over, and removed the hiking bag he was carrying.

Hoffmann and Rudolph had already started to dig through the medicine and bandages from their respective hiking bags, and everyone was clear about their speed and division of labor, and they knew what they would and would not do. First aid is left to the professionals, and Regel, Sneijder, and Cheng Qianxun all stepped back and retreated to the back to pay attention.

The top of the pillar is sharp, but the stone itself is not as elastic as metal, so after the bag is pierced, the top of the pillar breaks inside the bag, and Lance does not hurt it as much. But there were two holes in the thighs, calves, and stomachs, and one of the trouser tubes was soaked with blood.

Rudolph used a knife to make a small cut under the trouser tube, and then "hissed" before the cut tore the entire trouser open. The wound was completely uncovered, and two bloody holes about the size of eggs could be seen, which were constantly gushing out.

Mullen was at Lance's head, sat directly on the ground, supported Lance's upper body on his thigh, and encouraged: "Brother, you are lucky, you just hurt your leg." ”

"Stitch or burn with a knife?" Gordon asked. For such a large wound, it is not enough to use a bandage alone, and the bleeding will not stop.

"Stitches!" Rudolph only hesitated for a moment, and then gave the answer: "Take out the medical fish gut and burn the needle with fire." Alcohol to me, I wash my hands. Gordon, help him wash his wound with water, and take out the stone chips. ”

This time I was very well prepared, and I brought all the necessary things, otherwise I would burn red with a knife, and the pain would not be as good as death.

Hoffman immediately helped Rudolph prepare for the stitches, while Gordon took a bottle of pure water and began to help Lance wash it a little.

The medical stitches were rubbed with alcohol, burned a little, and after putting on the thread, Rudolph, who had washed his hands, began to help Lance sew up.

Looking at the needle, piercing the edge of the bloody wound one by one, Cheng Qianxun closed his eyes and twisted his head to the side. Full of self-blame and remorse: "It's me who is not good, if I take one more step, there will be no such thing." ”

This time, one was killed and one was wounded, and it was Professor Gross who knew the most about religion and history who died. Once the professor dies, the future road may only rely on three points of speculation and seven points of luck.

Sneijder turned around and took Cheng Qianxun into his arms, and comforted him softly: "It's none of your business, you have walked out of the narrow passage, and anyone will stand there and wait like you." ”

"I can only say that the guy who designed this mechanism has mastered the human psyche and deliberately made it like this." Regel actually wanted to hug Cheng Qianxun to appease, but he was too tall, and it was inconvenient to hold Cheng Qianxun, who was only up to his chest, so Sneijder often went.

Sometimes hugs and touches are not something to be ashamed of, but rather the most effective comfort. Lance didn't ask for pressure, he was very cooperative and prone with his head resting on Mullen's lap. And Mullen grabbed him by the shoulders, and from time to time reached out to stroke his head, and said something encouraging.

From time to time, Lance's muscles tensed subconsciously, and Rudolph waited a little to continue the stitches after he relaxed a little.

"That's it!" When Rudolph had stitched the last stitches on Lance's calf, he cut the remaining threads with a knife and let out a long breath: "You can bandage him a little." ”

Lance was carefully turned over, and Gordon helped him with the final bandage. In the faint light, Lance's face and lips were a little pale at this time, and he gasped slightly. That's a normal symptom after blood loss, but at least it's still alive. If he falls and survives, it's really his fate.

Cheng Qianxun walked over nervously, squatted down, saw that Lance's wound was really wrapped in layers of gauze, and couldn't help asking, "Does it hurt?" ”

The corners of Lance's mouth raised slightly: "It hurt a little at first, but then it became numb." It doesn't hurt much! ”

"After the body is injured, after five minutes, the concentration of adrenaline secreted in the body will not cause much pain, so the first three minutes are the hardest." Try not to use too much water, Rudolph wiped the blood from his hands directly on the sweatshirt on his body.

"Your needle skills are really professional. Is it a doctor? Hoffman praised from the bottom of his heart, thinking that when Rudolph crossed the obstacle, his posture was also very standard: "Is it a field medic?" ”

is also a doctor, he has killed more people than saved in his life. Rudolph smiled sharply, not answering.

Then there is the question of what to do with Lance?

No one spoke for a while, and everyone gathered around Lance. And Lance had already seen it, and after a while he said to Male, "Leave me here, and you can continue." ”

It's very realistic, Lance is injured, the speed must not be able to keep up, and he still needs someone to take care of him and help him walk, and he has become a burden at this time. If he is left here, others can go faster.

Mullen hesitated, but he didn't have the final say on this team, the reality was in front of him, with Lance, he might not be able to catch up with the team, and it could only be like this... So he gritted his teeth, and was about to speak, but Cheng Qianxun spoke first.

"Let's go!" Cheng Qianxun said very firmly, not to discuss, not to propose, but her decision: "What are you doing here alone?" It's not yet at the end of the mountain, and there is no Soros behind us to chase them, although we just walk slowly. ”

She turned to look at Gordon and said word by word, "Our goal is not to give up on any of our teammates, isn't it?" ”

Gordon's gaze was unusually complicated, and after a long time, he nodded violently: "Yes, don't give up on any of your teammates easily." After saying that, he turned around and helped Len support Lance together.

While holding on, he muttered: "Brother, I hope your luck continues to be good." Otherwise, we will have to throw you away and run for our lives! ”

And Mullen was already laughing: "Just throw it down, I'll run away faster than you do." ”

Lans Hehe smiled: "Don't be so ruthless, aren't you jealous that I'm more handsome and romantic?" ”

"And it's heavier!" Mullen scolded with a smile: "Now shut up, pay attention to the pace, and let us use less strength." ”

The things at the bottom of the pit are not important, so I give up, and it is not interesting to spend any effort to salvage. Everyone carried a mountaineering bag, and Lance's backpack was divided by Regel, Sneijder, and Hoffman, and Cheng Qianxun asked to carry the remaining seven or eight pounds.

There was a pit about two meters wide in front of them, and Gordon and Mullen walked around the limping Lance shoulders.

Everyone then continued to move forward, not only did they not complain because of the extra wounded, but they became closer and closer to each other. Because it's so simple, no one can say who will be unlucky next, but in such a team, there is no need to worry about being like Eller, who is on fire and no one will come to the rescue. Even if they are destined to die, their teammates will let themselves die a happy death.

There are still mechanisms here, and with the previous lesson, Rudolph took out his hiking crutches, held the light in one hand, and kept tapping forward to lead the way.

The maze twists and turns, turning about five times, but there seems to be a dark passage in front of it, and there are still walls on both sides that are five meters high. It feels like walking in a never-ending nightmare, as if this is another purgatory.

Regel couldn't help but scold: "I really want to blow it all up." ”

"It's a monument, it's a pity that it blew up." Snead looked up, "Such a high wall!" If the wall was shorter, I'd rather go over it one by one, and we'd all walked about five kilometers. ”

Hoffman walked up to Gordon: "Do you want to change?" ”

"No, it's okay!" Gordon supported Lance, who had an injury to one of his legs, so he could only use him and Mullen as crutches, plus the bag he was carrying behind his back, and the burden was not small: "If you need to, I will say it." ”

"Good!" Hoffman nodded.

At this point, Rudolph stopped, and stopped everyone with open arms. (To be continued.) )