Suddenly, I made a discovery that gave me a reason to stop, I saw a eucommia tree, which is a good material for making bows! The bark of the Eucommia ulmoides tree is extremely tough, and in ancient times, it was the main raw material for making paper. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoThis eucommia tree is as thick as the mouth of a bowl, I only cut off one of the branches that grows better, I don't want to waste time cutting down the whole trunk, although the bark of the trunk is the best part. Now I don't have the conditions, and I don't need to make a good bow, I just need to make a simple and usable bow. I chopped a stick that was slightly thicker than my thumb and set out to make an improvised bow.

I peeled off the whole bark of the Eucommia ulmoides, then removed the harder part of the outer layer, and then divided the whole bark vertically into three ropes of about the same width. Align one end of the three ropes, then tie the knots, and then braid the three ropes in the way of braiding, so that it will be stronger. Then cut a notch at the ends of the small wooden stick and bend it into a bow, tie the rope, and a simple bow is ready. Then I made two more arrows, which were not very accurate because they didn't have arrows and tail feathers, but I thought they were enough.

As I walked forward, I watched for suitable prey around me, and as long as I could hit it, I would never let it go, after all, the instructor had said that anything else could be done except killing. I took out the map to make sure that the route was correct, but fortunately I didn't deviate from the direction, and it was less than four kilometers from the river. The sun was getting stronger, and I looked at my watch, and it was already 9:08 in the morning. I haven't eaten any decent food since noon yesterday, so my stamina has dropped very quickly, and more importantly, I'm out of water now, so every step is difficult. Suddenly, something was running not far in front of me, and when I looked closely, it turned out to be a flock of pheasants. I walked cautiously, and I had to seize the opportunity. I aimed my bow and arrow at the larger of them, and I tried to get as close as I could, and at a distance of about ten meters, I shot the first arrow. Luckily, I actually shot, I shot an arrow in the neck of the chicken, and I quickly ran over and picked up my prey, a large pheasant, about two pounds. That's good news for me, it means I don't have to go hungry today. The chicken's neck is still bleeding, and under extreme conditions, it's still good to drink a little animal blood, but I don't have that desire yet. I'd have to get to the river as soon as possible to dispose of the pheasant, and then I'd like to make a fire, I don't want to eat raw meat unless it's a last resort.

At 11:15 a.m., I finally heard the sound of running water, which really excited me. I quickened my pace and walked towards the sound of the water, and soon I reached the river. A small river, the deepest part of the river is about 1 meter. The water is so clear that you can see small shrimp swimming in the river, which is good news, and the presence of shrimp means that the water is not heavily polluted and the water can be drunk. I couldn't wait to drink it, and after walking for a long time, my body was already in a state of dehydration. Now I'm going to dispose of the pheasant I hit, and I've tried to keep all the other parts except the chicken feathers, although I don't usually eat anything other than the chicken, but now is a special period. After dealing with the pheasants, it's time for me to think about how I'm going to live.

Drilling wood for fire is time-consuming and laborious, and the success rate is too low, so I won't try it unless I have to. At this time, I remembered that I had seen a reddish stone by the river before, which sparks when it collided violently, and I thought that this might be a good way to live. After searching for a while by the river, I finally found two suitable stones, and when I collided with them, sparks would burst out, and the next thing I had to do was to find a substance that was more suitable for making velvet. The reed flowers next to the river are a very good substance, and I picked a lot of reed flowers, and I gathered a lot of firewood, and when I was ready, I began to make a fire.

I tried several times in a row, but I couldn't ignite it, but I didn't want to give up, after all, I didn't want to eat raw meat. I tried for another half an hour, but I still couldn't ignite it. It was 12 o'clock at noon, the sun was scorching, the heat was unbearable, and worse, I was hungry. I looked down at the two stones again and wondered if this was not going to work. I wonder if it is because of the long-term exposure to the outside, there is less material that can produce sparks on the surface of the stone? So I found a big rock and smashed one of the flints open. Then he took the broken stone and was ready to try again, and if it didn't work this time, he was doomed to eat raw meat. I slammed the two stones on top of the reed flower, and this time there were more sparks, and I was happy, there was a play here, so I tried a few more times in a row, and finally, a small flame appeared. I carefully put a few clusters of reed flowers on the flame, and the flame burst out at once, and I hastened to add firewood to it, for fear that it would go out.

At 12:31, I finally lit a fire. I grabbed a few small sticks and started making my barbecue feast. Actually, it's better to eat chicken boiled, but I don't have the conditions. An hour later, I had finished my lunch, which didn't taste good, but at least filled my stomach, and I decided to rest for half an hour before heading out.

The river is not deep, it is easy to go up the river and not go in the wrong direction, and there are about 5 hours before dark, so I should be able to go about 15 kilometers or so. If you want to get to the base camp, it will take you another week. Walking along the river, don't worry about the water source, there are still a lot of shrimp, fish and other edible proteins in the river, and I've found a way to start a fire, so it shouldn't be a problem to get to the base camp smoothly.

I pulled out a picture from my jacket pocket, a picture of Xirui that I had secretly enclosed, and thinking about it, I had only been separated from Xirui for three days, but it felt like three years had passed. Fortunately, there wasn't that much time in the army for me to think about it, otherwise I don't know how much I would miss Xirui. I don't know if Sheried, misses me.

At 2:01 p.m., I set off again. Before leaving, I took off my socks and put them in my pocket, because my feet would be soaked in water for a long time in the days to come, and I had to do this in order not to leave my feet bare when I rested at night. I'll spend the next few nights in this primeval forest, but with the fire, the night will be better.