Chapter 272: PUBG (1)

No matter who has the desire to survive, Mo Xiaosheng is no exception. Although he thought: It is much happier to fall to death like this than to be captured and tortured by little devils. But he still has a strong desire to survive, and he is unwilling to fall to his death.

He endured his eyes, sore from the strong wind, and watched the cliff face below him for trees near the direction of his fall. But the clouds and mist shrouded him, and his eyes could only reach five meters, and even if there were trees, he could only miss the trees sticking out of the cliff, which did not help him at all.

Because Mo Xiaosheng fell extremely fast, the distance of five meters was not enough for him to blink an eye. That is to say, in such a short distance, even if there is a tree sticking out of the cliff, he will not have time to reach out and grab it, just like nothing.

Trying to use the trees to slow down was not feasible, and the only thing that could save his life now was the horse under him.

If the bottom of the cliff is a lake or a forest, either way, it will slow down the impact of the fall. When the trees or water have slowed some of the impact, and the horse under him can slow the impact again, he may have hope of survival.

He hugged the horse's neck tightly and clinged to it. The horse is the hope of whether he can live, and he does not dare to be careless and cause uncontrollable consequences.

Five seconds later, Mo Xiaosheng was disappointed. He had passed through the clouds and could see the bottom of the cliff.

There are no pools such as lakes at the bottom of the cliffs, and not a single tree is in sight. It is a canyon with snow-covered rocks at the bottom.

"I can't make it." Grief and anger poured into Mo Xiaosheng's heart, and despair made him close his eyes.

"Bang--" The snow splashed everywhere, and Mo Xiaosheng and the horse fell into the snow at the bottom of the valley.

A tingling pain came from Mo Xiaosheng's left leg, and he snorted coldly. Cold snow splashed down his face, into his neckline, and into his arms. The cold snow also kept him from fainting.

Holding back the pain, he climbed down from the horse, which showed no signs of life, to check on his injuries.

The most serious injuries were fractured fibula in the left leg, and the others were skin trauma. He was fortunate that after falling on such a high cliff, his internal organs were not damaged too much.

He looked at the horse and the snow that had saved his life, and without the horse to slow the impact for him, he would have been like a horse, sleeping.

Again, if there is no valley floor, this waist-deep snow slows down the impact in the first place. He will also stay here forever like a horse, leaving the world.

He glanced at the cone-shaped rock, which was less than two meters away from him, and was secretly afraid. The place where he fell was this rock, and with two horses under him to slow him down, he was still certain to die.

He turned around, he didn't dare to marvel anymore, and he didn't have time to bury the horse that had saved his life, he was going to leave here, this was not a place to stay for long.

He wasn't sure if the little devil would go down to the bottom of the valley from somewhere else to look for his body. After all, he killed Masao Oshima, the captain and staff officer of the Kwantung Army Headquarters, and the little devil would not let him go easily.

Which direction to go has become a new question, who knows from which end of the canyon the search force of the little devils will enter, and will they encounter them again?

Another more difficult problem is that he has a fractured fibula in his left leg, and he must be grafted immediately, otherwise the problem will be serious.

Not to mention, if you don't graft in time, you will become lame in the future, the problem is that the best time for bone grafting is delayed, which may cause inflammation of the injured left leg, which will bring him life danger again.

"Grandma's, damn on the mountain, won't drown in the water. Where Lao Tzu should die, there is a fixed number, take care of him. Mo Xiaosheng comforted himself: "If you don't connect the leg bones, Lao Tzu will still die." ”

With his mind already decided, Mo Xiaosheng looked around and began to look for the tools he needed to graft the bones.

There was a pine tree about twenty meters away from him, and he slowly climbed over it. Climb the pine tree with both hands, pull out the dagger from the inner thigh, cut off two branches, and sit down against the trunk.

He first trimmed the branches into two thick and narrow planks, pulled up the trouser leg of his left leg, and groped for the broken fibula.

The bone grafting process is difficult and painful, he is not a professional orthopedic surgeon, and he is a bone graft for himself, and the degree of difficulty and pain can be imagined.

The whole bone grafting process took nearly twenty minutes, and when Mo Xiaosheng used the strips of cloth torn from his clothes to fix the repaired branch as a splint to the fractured fibula, he was already sweating profusely, turned over and lay down in the snow, closed his eyes, and exhaled a sigh of relaxation.

After a short rest, Mo Xiaosheng sat up, picked up the remaining branches, and threw them into the sky: "After falling, walk in the direction of the big head of the branch." ”

When the branches fell, they did not point to the right or to the left, but plunged straight into the snow.

"I am your ancestor." Mo Xiaosheng scolded fiercely: "You deflated calf, are you letting Lao Tzu go to the underworld?" ”

Angry, Mo Xiaosheng broke the branch into seven or eight sections and threw it into the snow: "Lao Tzu just doesn't go to the underworld, what can you do to me?" ”

Goose feathers and snow drifted in the sky, and howling cold winds blew along the canyon, whining and whistling.

"Can't hesitate." Mo Xiaosheng, who was sulking, looked at the snow in the sky and sighed: "Stay here, if the little devil doesn't come to arrest me, I will also be frozen to death by the heavy snow." ”

He stood up, cut a branch about one meter and a half on the pine tree, and simply repaired it into a crutch, when he looked at the branch inserted in the snow with hatred, and just wanted to go to the canyon on the right, he had an idea, and suddenly smiled: "Okay, Lao Tzu will listen to you, go to the underworld." ”

Ever since Mo Xiaosheng fell into the valley, in a cave on the opposite cliff wall, a pair of eyes were revealed. These eyes kept staring at Mo Xiaosheng. But his expression has been changing, instantly stunned, instantly nervous, instantly incredible, and more incredible.

Mo Xiaosheng rode a horse and fell into the cliff, and Kuroda felt even more incredible, shocked and hated. Kuroda was ordered to pick up the station at the station, but the person he picked up was assassinated.

This is not only a question of what responsibility the Kwantung Army command is going to hold him accountable, it is in itself a shame for him. In his defense area, at the foot of the Great Japanese Garrison, someone dared to brazenly assassinate the captain and staff officer of the Great Japanese Imperial Army, how could Kuroda be embarrassed?

At that time, when Mo Xiaosheng's horse took Mo Xiaosheng to Shiqingzi Mountain, he was still secretly proud. Shiqingzi Mountain is located in Tumen on the border between China, Russia and North Korea, and is a big mountain next to the Tumen River.

The west side of the mountain is relatively flat, but the east side is an abyss. Hei Tian is proud that as long as Mo Xiaosheng reaches the cliff of Shiqingzi Mountain, Mo Xiaosheng is a turtle in the urn, and even if he has great skills, he will not be able to escape.

Unexpectedly, Mo Xiaosheng drove his horse into a cliff and would rather die than be a prisoner. Not only was Kuroda annoyed, but his obscene face was extremely hideous, and he shouted loudly: "Inform the Tumen garrison to assist in the carpet search at the bottom of the cliff, and be sure to find the body of the assassin." ”

Kuroda's request for assistance in the search of the Tumen Japanese army immediately sent troops to Shiqingzi Mountain to assist Kuroda's pursuit force.

Shiqingzi Mountain Canyon, about six kilometers long. There are mostly cliffs on both sides of the canyon, and the highest drop from the cliff to the bottom of the valley is nearly 400 meters, and Mo Xiaosheng fell into the bottom of the valley from the highest point.

Kuroda didn't believe that Mo Xiaosheng could get out of the canyon alive, and the reason why he wanted to find Mo Xiaosheng's body was for two reasons:

First, Mo Xiaosheng assassinated Masao Oshima under his nose, which made him lose face, and he wanted to find Mo Xiaosheng's body and crush Mo Xiaosheng's bones to ashes to vent the hatred in his heart.

Second, if he can't find Mo Xiaosheng's body, he won't be able to explain it to the Kwantung Army Command. Masao Oshima was a captain and staff officer of the Kwantung Army Command, and he was the one who went to Wang Qing to convey to the Kwantung Army Command about the intentions and plans of the confrontation alliance.

Masao Oshima was assassinated, if he didn't see the assassin, he couldn't find out the mastermind behind the scenes according to the clues left by the assassin, and the commander of the garrison in this place should not do it, maybe he would have to apologize.

For two reasons, Kuroda was bound to find Mo Xiaosheng's body, and according to Mo Xiaosheng's body, he would find clues about whether it was the Chongqing government or the anti-Japanese coalition army at this moment.

In order to prevent Mo Xiaosheng from still alive, or the appearance of the receiving troops. Kuroda ordered the search force to enter from the north and south ends of the canyon and conduct a carpet search.

Six kilometers of the gorge, the Japanese search troops, wading waist-deep snow, converged in the middle of the canyon, and they found nothing but snow.

What about the Assassins? Is it gone? Kuroda stared at the snowfall with his eyes open, and his obscene face showed surprise.

"No, there's no way he's going to get out of the valley unless—" Kuroda shuddered.

Hei Tian thought that Mo Xiaosheng might be carrying equipment like a descending mountain. After jumping off the cliff, pass through the clouds, turn on your gear, land safely to the bottom, and then leave calmly.

But what about horses? The Assassins couldn't have landed safely with their horses in their arms, could they?

"Peel back the snow and continue the search." Kuroda roared in a huff, "The place where he fell off the cliff is near here." ”

A new round of search was launched again, and the Japanese search troops were like rats, picking up the snow and searching carefully.

"Report to Captain Kuroda, there's a dead horse here." A Japanese soldier shouted.

Kuroda looked at the horse that had broken into meat sauce and shouted to the search force beside him, "Use this as a starting point to expand the search area and search carefully." ”

"Report, fresh cut marks on the pine trees." Another Japanese soldier shouted.

"He's still alive." The black sky stroked the cut that cut off the branches and looked up the cliff with a look of disbelief on his face.

The search force entered the canyon from both ends of the canyon at the same time, leaving no traces of human walking on the snow, and the only way for the Assassins to escape was through the cliffs on both sides of the canyon.

"Someone, there's someone." A Japanese soldier shouted, aiming his gun at the man who was rapidly climbing the cliff face.

"Shoot, shoot!" Kuroda frantically swung his command knife, he couldn't let this man escape from under his nose.

"Da, da, da--" The Japanese weapons opened fire at the same time, targeting the people who were quickly climbing on the cliff face.