Chapter 25 Road Signs

Zhao Xiaochun and his party rested for a week and began to march again. The sky was gloomy, before the rain, people's feelings were the most uncomfortable, Qian Huanwan's joints hurt badly, she walked with a limp, cold sweat oozed from her forehead, Wang Yueyue was still laughing at her, walking like her, and laughing "giggles" non-stop. Li Lan glared at her with her eyes, and she restrained herself.

Company Commander Qiu, the bearded man, was inspecting all the grain in the house, and the entire company was only half a bag of flour. The bearded man ordered that when the buns were made, half of the wild vegetables must be put in. Before going on the road, the bearded man touched his maroon warhorse, wanting to kill it and replenish the strength of the soldiers, but the dagger he had held for a long time was still inserted into the holster.

Hares and squirrels are hard to find. Company Commander Qiu and the communicator walked for a whole day, and only caught a hare and a squirrel. Company Commander Qiu skinned the squirrel and stewed soup for the female soldiers, and he was very worried about Zhang Minmin, who was still weak. Probably because he had a heart, Zhang Minmin was already standing at the intersection to greet him. She felt that the bearded man was a good person, and if she could get out of this vast primeval forest and return to her motherland, she would consider marrying him as a wife.

But after taking the broth of Company Commander Qiu, she couldn't drink it anymore, Company Commander Qiu was already too thin to look like a man, his sunken eyes, high and protruding cheekbones kept appearing in front of her eyes, her tears were like pearls with broken threads, wetting a large piece of clothes on her chest, and what a good beard. Zhao Xiaochun and Li Lan forced Zhang Minmin to finish the squirrel broth before they went on the road together.

Along the way, the troops in front kept falling behind, these people really had no strength, they couldn't move a step, a little sitting, a little lying, all with yellow faces and thin muscles. Company Commander Qiu's only horse had already carried four wounded men, and every time he reached a high slope, he had to put the wounded down, let the horses straddle up, and then carry the people. Naturally, the team walked very slowly.

Only Wang Yueyue walked more easily, she had just eaten a piece of squirrel meat in Zhang Minmin's bowl, so she had a little strength and was in a good mood. She looked at everyone's muffled walking and felt strange and boring, so she wanted to find something to have fun. As she walked, she saw a large hole in the crotch of a small soldier in front of her, and said loudly, "Applejack, how old are you?" I also wear open-gear pants, hahaha". The little soldier glanced at Wang Yueyue fiercely, took three steps into two, and squeezed to the front. The rest of the people laughed, and the atmosphere was much better than just now. Zhao Xiaochun walked over and gently patted her shoulder and said, "Be careful of the road under your feet, and don't talk much." Wang Yueyue let out a "hmm" and stopped talking.

From morning to evening, there was no food or rest in between, and after nearly ten hours of walking on the mountain road, everyone had no strength. The group just wanted to stop to cook and rest, but found that the trees and stones here were very familiar, and the crooked neck tree used to hang wolf meat still had blood stains. It turned out that I had returned to the original point, and the mountain road for nearly ten hours was in vain. Wang Yueyue kicked the crooked-necked tree hard, and scolded like a male soldier: "Damn, the old lady is dead."

A veteran lying on the ground and dying, suddenly sat up, pointed to the north and said: "You are lost, tomorrow you will recognize the corpse on the side of the road, and you will not go wrong." Later, Company Commander Qiu and the others really used the corpses of the soldiers as signposts, so they had directions. Because the army has begun to die in batches, no one has the heart to bury these corpses anymore. Wang Yueyue glanced at the veteran who had just spoken, the skin on his face was already tightly attached to his bones, and his eyes were protruding, no different from skeletons. The old soldier's clothes had turned into strips of cloth, some of which were still sticking to his body. This time, even if she borrowed Wang Yueyue's thousand guts, she didn't dare to joke anymore.

Preview of the next chapter: Chapter 26 Qian Huanwan's past