The scrivener woke up from a dream, and it was dark around and dark outside the tree hole. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoThe torrential rain continues, and the sound of rushing water drowns out everything in the world. The scrivener sat up and looked at the rain outside, and it took a long time to dare to conclude that it was already evening, and he slept all day, and it rained all day. Since entering Savage Mountain, he has rarely encountered such a situation, usually it is an hour or two at noon, and he can't imagine what will be like in the woods with such heavy rain.

Rena also woke up and began to fiddle with the burned coals, which soon ignited. The dark hollow of the tree suddenly lit up. She set her steel helmet on the flame and began to cook the mushrooms, which were fortunately prepared in advance, and the mushrooms in stock were enough to eat all day.

The scrivener kept looking out of the cave, thinking about the little monkey and Lu Shuting, how would they be in such a heavy rain. The smell of mushroom soup brought back to his mind, and he crouched down beside the fire to enjoy a not-so-sumptuous but delicious dinner with Rena. He thought of the little monkeys again, and he could eat a hot meal, but what about them?

It was completely dark, and the rain was getting lighter, but it was hard to see what it meant to stop. Make the fire small in the scrivener box and try to save dry firewood. Neither he nor Rena could sleep, quietly listening to the sound of the rain outside. Later, when she got bored, Rena tried to teach him some simple English words. In fact, they teach each other, learn from each other, learn a few dog barks in the scrivener, and then pronounce the pronunciation of "dog", and Rena responds with a "dog" in English. I learned more than two dozen words in one and second place.

I ate another supper in the middle of the night, of course, it was still mushroom soup, and I rested in the second half of the night. The rain was still falling, the temperature continued to drop, the scrivener was a little cold, I added some dry wood to the fire, and lay down in my clothes. If the rain doesn't stop until tomorrow, the food and dry firewood will run out, and you will have to go hungry. If the rain doesn't stop for three or five days, it's not a matter of hunger. The scrivener is a little anxious. Rena didn't seem to be able to sleep either, so she squatted down by the fire and roasted it for a while, leaning over and snuggling up next to the scrivener.

A woman's breath rushed to his face, and the heart of the scrivener tightened, and the blood flowed faster under the contraction of the heart. Rena stared at the scrivener box and reached out a hand to rub the other's face. The scrivener's heart was fluttering, and he couldn't help but reach out and touch the other party's face. Rena's face was flushed by the firelight, and it was smooth and beautiful.

Since entering the Savage Mountain, every day has been spent in nine deaths, watching the comrades-in-arms around him fall one by one, and the scrivener has only one belief in his heart: persistence and life. Now, with her life worry-free and her stomach not hungry for the time being, she suddenly felt that her body had other needs. The breath of a young woman dazzles him, and his primitive instincts prompt him to act to conquer the Englishwoman with "violence".

Rena frantically catered and tore at the clothes on the scrivener, who responded in the same way. The two bodies loomed in the weak light of the fire,-for-tat. There is a fire burning in the heart of the scrivener, and it needs to erupt like a volcano. Rena threw herself wide open and waited for the volcano to erupt.

In this era, the bookbox suddenly hesitated, this is the Savage Mountain, where death is faced all the time, and once a woman is pregnant, she will face the problem of childbirth, which is almost equivalent to suicide. He couldn't imagine how Rena could get out of Savage Mountain with a big belly. He got up from the gentle village and stood in the corner and exploded in a very inferior way. Confused, Rena turned the body of the scrivener over and asked him why.

The scrivener made a pregnant pose, and closed his eyes for a death pose. Rena quickly understood, and put her arms around the other person's head and kissed them fiercely. The campfire was still burning, and it smelled faintly scented of herbs. The two snuggled up to the fire, staring silently at the dancing flames.

The scrivener was woken up by a cool breeze, and when I opened it, I took a look. Rena is removing the rocks blocking the entrance to the cave, catching the rainwater with her steel helmet and preparing to cook mushroom soup. The sky was bright, the rain had not stopped, and it was impossible to tell whether it was morning or afternoon. The rain in the sky never seemed to end, soaking the entire Savage Mountain. He drew two circles on the stone to signify the second day of rain.

Time suddenly became hard to pass, eating, sleeping, sleeping, eating, and the scrivener felt like it was about to collapse. He simply disassembled the Garand rifle and wiped every part with strips of cloth. The biggest advantage of the M1 Garand rifle is that it is very easy to disassemble, easy to clean, and its firepower is superior to other rifles, making it the main equipment of the US Army. The scrivener had the privilege of using such a high-performance rifle after entering Myanmar, which was unimaginable in the country. He'd always kept the gun in a precious place, discarding so many items along the way, but he left it behind.

To pass the time, the scrivener dismantles the rifle, then assembles, disassembles it again, and assembles it again...... Back and forth many times. Later, I was able to assemble the rifle with my eyes closed. The only drawback of the Garand rifle is the heavy magazine, which makes it more difficult to reload. The scrivener was repeatedly rehearsed, pondering ways to speed up the reloading. Come to think of it, there are no shortcuts, and the only way to improve your speed is to practice more and improve your proficiency.

The scrivener kept disarming and reloading until I wanted to vomit when I saw the gun, and of course the speed of loading was greatly improved. Rena looked straight at her, this kind of reloading speed is rare among the most elite soldiers in Britain, this Chinese actually did it!

In addition to reloading, the second thing is to play with the scimitar in his hand, which was given to him by the natives. The crescent-shaped scimitar has an inward-facing blade and a chain and ring at the end, which can be turned back and forth when attached to the wrist. He was conquered by the aborigines' skill of cutting and grilling meat, and finally learned this knife technique, and what he lacks most now is proficiency. The scrivener put the scimitar on the wrist and practiced repeatedly, and gradually felt that although it was not to the point of being handy, he was finally able to play the scimitar thoroughly. This activity is more interesting than disassembling and assembling the gun, throwing the gun away from the scrivener box and concentrating on practicing the scimitar.

Until it was completely dark, the rain was still falling, and the sun was not seen for two days, and the cold was getting thicker and thicker. Rena boiled what little mushrooms were left, and the two of them ate together. The food is gone, the dry wood will run out, and the two are depressed, and things are much worse than they imagined. The sound of rain outside fell on my heart, and it was cold.

The two snuggled together, quietly killing the night. The night was very cold, and the scrivener threw the last handful of dry wood into the fire, and survived the night, and I am afraid that tomorrow there will be something to do, or they will be trapped here. From time to time, cold wind poured in from the outside, and the stones blocking the entrance of the cave were not enough to block the cold current, and the flames flickered and dimmed. Rena was sleeping soundly, and the cold air hit, and she instinctively drilled into the bosom of the scrivener, leaning very closely. The scrivener hugged the soft body, and there was no trace of waves in his heart, which was very different from the impulse of last night. When people are in a desperate situation, any other desires will be covered up except for survival.

Holding the woman in his arms, the scrivener has a sense of serenity, it is not impossible to die so comfortably, compared to those comrades who have no bones, he is much luckier. The brain was numbed by the mechanical sound of rain, and it was half-asleep and tormented in the long dark night.

Rena sneezed several times in quick succession and emerged from the bosom of the scrivener. The fire was extinguished, and she groped around, trying to find some dry wood to ignite it. The results were disappointing. I had to tremble and get back into the arms of the scrivener.

"Isn't it cold?" The scrivener asked, even though he knew the other might not understand.

Rena burrowed her cold body into the bookcase as much as she could, wishing that she couldn't fit into his body. The scrivener placed her beside her, and his hands groped around the walls of the hollow of the tree. You can tell by the touch that the places are rotten wood, and then dig them down with a dagger. The tree hole was originally formed by the decay of the heart of the big banyan tree, and the particularly decayed places naturally fell off, and some of them did not fall off although they were rotten. The scrivener is looking for this part, and it is dug up with a dagger to use as firewood.

Rena collected the debris that had fallen on the ground and re-lit the fire, and she quickly warmed up her body if it was a psychological effect.

Looking up, the roof of the cave is about three meters high. The heart of the tree on it is also rotten, but it has not yet fallen off, and the amount of digging up and burning for firewood is considerable. He stepped on the protrusions of the four walls, raised his hands to dig up the rotten wood at the top, and quickly collected a pile. Occasionally, one or two whirring moths could be found in the rotten wood, which was a surprise for the starving two.

The two of them stayed around the fire until dawn. The rain has become lighter, but it hasn't stopped. The scrivener draws a third circle on the stone. He moved the stone away and looked outside, the whole forest was gray, and the leaves were washed clean and dazzlingly green. The cold wind poured into it, and he hurriedly plugged the stones. After entering Savage Mountain for so many days, the cold has only recently been experienced.

"Are you hungry?" He asked her.

Rena didn't understand what he was saying, and looked at her suspiciously. The scrivener points to the stomach and then to the mouth. Rena quickly understood, nodded, and pointed to the leaves outside, making a eating motion, she wanted to eat the leaves. The scrivener box said that this is a good idea, and in the current situation, I can only eat leaves. He moved away from the rocks and prepared to go out to pick leaves. Rena is also going, and he stops her and tells her to take care of the fire. She handed him the rifle, and he signaled no, and all the animals were dormant in the rain, and there would be no danger.

The scrivener box came out of the hollow in the tree, and his body was immediately surrounded by coldness. The rain was still falling, much lighter than yesterday, and the dripping rain line drifted down from the gloomy sky, and soon wet the clothes. A faint rumbling caught the attention of the scrivener, and he climbed a boulder to look at the stream. After a few days of heavy rain, the creek turned into a small river and rushed down the mountain in a majestic manner. The scrivener couldn't help but look down the mountain, there was water everywhere, the forest had become a water forest, the trees had come out of the water, and a long section of the trunk was submerged. He was secretly frightened, the power of nature was daunting, and at the same time he was glad that he couldn't imagine what it would be like if he hadn't gone up the mountain.