Whether it is Lin Yifei now or Stern before, the identities of both of them are mercenaries, and they like to be alone when doing things. On this small island, all he can do is live hard with his own experience, and survival in the wilderness is not difficult for special forces, but whether he can leave the island or not is not something he can control, but he can create opportunities to leave the island as much as possible. Stern has done a lot of things in the past few days, everything is going on in an orderly manner, he is not a complaining person, many years of experience as a soldier and mercenary have long trained him to be calm and decisive beyond ordinary people.

Stern dismantled the previous raft and tied it into bundles of rattan, and he carried one in the direction of the cave. He went to the cave and threw down the bamboo, then took out the planks in the ring, and set off for the beach again, and after many back-and-forths he carried all the bamboo back to the cave, and then he took the iron basin, wooden bowl, shovel, clothes and canvas that had been brought down from the boat into sacks. It was dark when he was done with all these things, and time passed very quickly when he was busy with his work, and today Stern completed the relocation of strategic materials from Southwest Beach to West Cavern, which kept him busy all day.

Stern put the wooden planks he brought side by side on the flat ground and merged them in two rows, putting them together into a wooden bed less than two meters wide and more than two meters long, and put two quilts on it, one cover and one pad, he woke up twice by the cold ground last night, and he will not be frozen tonight with the quilt. There were a few rocks around the fire today, and an iron pot was placed on the stone, and there was some fresh water and dried cassava in the iron pot, and he wanted to have a hot dinner for dinner, and he had not yet eaten a little hot food when he came into this world. The water had been brought from the pool in a barrel when he returned in the evening, and he had already drained away any stale water that had been left before. Stern drank a bowl full of hot cassava porridge from a wooden bowl, if only he could add some more sugar. After drinking the cassava porridge, Stern took off his coat and lay down in the bed, these days he either slept on a high branch, or slept on the cold and hard ground, he was lucky not to catch a cold, and now the shotgun was replaced by a cannon, and his heart was also relieved, and it didn't take long for him to fall asleep slowly.

In the middle of the night, there was a sudden heavy rain on the island, and if Stern had slept on a tree, he would have been drenched in soup, and now he was hiding in the bed and sleeping soundly, and everything had been put into the cave so that he would not be wet by the rain, so that he had no worries. At dawn, when the rain was still pouring down, Stern, who had just gotten up, immediately began to work, he cut the four or five meters long bamboo poles into two equal sections, and connected all the bamboo poles together with rattan to make a fence two meters high and four meters wide, and then dug a ditch at the mouth of the cave and inserted the fence into the ditch to bury the soil, and cut a tree the thickness of a wrist near the mouth of the cave, removed the branches and divided them into three sections, each section was sharpened at one end, and used as a stake. Stern took two stakes and drove them deep into the soil at each end of the fence, and then tied the stakes with hemp rope to the ends of the fence. In this way, Stern covered the mouth of the five-meter-wide cave, leaving only a one-meter-wide passage. The remaining wooden stakes were deeply fixed on the edge of the cave on the other side, about one meter away from the fence that had been made, and then a bamboo fence of about one meter long and wide was made, and tied to the third wooden stake to make a small gate that could be rotated, and the whole cave was enclosed with a fence.

Because of the rainy day, there is a large group of duck-sized seabirds constantly flying towards the island from a distance, they are all to the island trees to take shelter from the rain, some seabirds just flew in front of Stern, immediately attracted Stern's attention, he had been busy working before not noticing, now he felt that it would be great if he could catch a few seabirds as food, he had not eaten meat for a long time, he had to think of a way to open meat. Stern has done many killer missions, and his throwing knife skills can be described as a hundred shots, but he only has a dagger at hand, and it would be a shame to lose it. He racked his brains and meditated, and finally he had a brilliant idea.

Stern left the cave in the rain, went down the hill to the waterhole, then through the bushes, came to the familiar hillside, climbed the hillside to the beach, and saw a rubber rope lying on the beach in the distance, this rubber rope is not very elastic, but it is extremely strong, it is perfect for use as a bowstring, pick up the rubber rope and put it in the space ring and go back. He did not go directly to the cave, but looked for a suitable tree on the mountain where the cave was located. Stern cut down many kinds of trees, but none of them met his requirements, and his whole body was wet from the rain, but he also gave up in order to find a suitable material for making a bow. After a long time, he finally found a purple shirt near the top of the mountain, the wood of the purple shirt was hard and elastic, and it was an excellent material for making bows. Stern cut off a few branches of his purple shirt and a bamboo tree, and then went home, returned to the cave, took off his clothes, wiped the rain off his body with a canvas, and changed into a clean set of clothes.

Holding a moderately curved piece of purple wood, about a meter long, with a dagger cut into thick middle and thin at the end, and cut out concave and convex openings at both ends for tying ropes, it didn't take long for a model of a bow to be made. Stern lit a pile of firewood to dry the bow on the firewood, and at the same time he split the freshly cut bamboo to make arrows, about 60 centimeters in length and a little thinner than a pencil, and flattened the sides of the split bamboo, and then left a fork at the end to buckle the string, sharpened the front end, and so on made more than 50 arrows in a row. After making the arrows, the purple shirt wood was almost dry, and Stern picked up the yew wood, buckled the rubber ropes on the uneven edges at both ends, and a purple shirt bow was ready. The rain is still falling, Stern picked up the purple shirt bow and gestured, so-so is okay, looking at this set of slightly rough bows and arrows, his heart has long been eager to try, but at this time it is the end of the day, the sky is slowly getting dark, it seems that it can only be tomorrow. Today, I was going to nest in the cave after the fence was made, but the increasing number of seabirds on the island gave Stern the idea of making his own bow and arrow hunting birds, and he is a man who does it when he thinks of it, so he has been drenched outside for a day of rain, and is now drinking rum by the fire to ward off the cold.