Chapter 225: No Regrets

He followed the refugees east in the direction they had fled, inquiring about the red tractor and the non-affordable.

Several times, he inquired about the exact news of Fei Fei, and others told Mo Rufeng with certainty that he had seen Fei Fei, and the child and several others went east in a red tractor.

Hope rose in Mo Rufeng's heart.

Fei Fei is not far ahead, as if it is within reach.

But when he arrived at the place, he didn't see anything wrong.

In this way, he walked with the refugee stream for five days, and at an abandoned bridge, he saw the red tractor.

He could even be sure that the tractor belonged to the man called "Big Malaysia", because it was exactly the same color and shape as the Malaysian neighbors had described!

However, there was no one on the tractor.

An old man sat leaning on the carriage, his face scorched.

"Old man, do you know where the person driving this tractor goes?" Mo Rufeng asked.

The old man slowly opened his eyes, his lips twitching twice, but he didn't make a sound.

Then, the old man shook his head slowly.

Mo Rufeng straightened up in disappointment.

After thinking about it, he took out a bottle of mineral water and a piece of bread from his pocket and handed them to the old man, "Look at your face, you seem to be unwell, it's better to go to a nearby hospital to have a look!" ”

In this team of refugees, food and water are very precious things, and generally no one is willing to give them to others, but Mo Rufeng is kind from the bottom of his heart, and when he saw that the old man was alone and sick, he gave his rations to the old man.

The old man brought the water to his lips with a shudder, took a sip, paused for a moment and took another sip.

Seeing that the old man's complexion improved slightly, Mo Rufeng turned around and left.

As he took four or five steps, he heard a faint voice behind him, "Wait a minute! ”

Mo Rufeng turned around, and the old man was waving to him.

"Is there anything else you can do?" Mo Rufeng walked back and asked.

The old man gasped, "I know where they went, just now, but they couldn't speak!" Now I drank some water, it's much better! ”

Mo Rufeng was overjoyed, "Where did they go?" Is there this child among the people who ride in the tractor? ”

Mo Rufeng said as he quickly took out a photo of Fei Fei.

The old man looked at the photo and nodded.

"The day before yesterday, their tractor drove here, there was no fuel, there was no village here, there was no shop behind, there was no place to refuel, besides, now many gas stations are closed, and some have been bombed by enemy spies, where to refuel?" The old man said, "They abandoned the tractor here, took the two children, and helped each other on the road, and went in that direction!" ”

The old man pointed to the road to the east.

"The kid you're looking for has a little leg injury, and it's a man's back! Who are you a child? ”

"I'm the father of my children."

"Oh, this army is in chaos, you hurry up and find them, at this time, it is estimated that you have already gone out for a hundred and ten miles!"

Mo Rufeng stood up, "Old man, why don't you leave?" ”

The old man shook his head and closed his eyes, "I'm old, I'm sick again, it's the same everywhere I go, I don't want to work hard!" If there had been no war, I would be sitting under a big tree in front of my house drinking tea! This little Weis'er doesn't let people live in peace! ”

Mo Rufeng nodded, the old man was telling the truth.

"Then take care!"

Mo Rufeng hurried east.

But for a long time after that, there was no news of anything wrong.

If the original search for the tractor, the target was still very significant, now looking for the child, the goal has become very vague.

In this vast sea of people, there are thousands of children like Fei Fei. Everyone is in a hurry, who pays special attention to a child's face?

Seeking, trekking...

Trek, find...

Mo Rufeng didn't know how many miles he had walked, how many people he had asked, how many times his hopes had risen, and how many times his hopes had been dashed.

On the road to the east, he followed the crowd as it migrated, sometimes looking back in the direction of the crowd, and then turning around to overtake the crowd.

He traveled at least four or five times as far as others!

Sunset, rain or shine, trekking through mountains and rivers, experiencing wind and frost.

Ten days, twenty days, thirty days, forty days...

Once, when he came to a mountain spring, he bowed his head and drank water, and was startled by the reflection in the water: what a face it was! The hair is like weeds, long and messy, and there are already a lot of gray hairs! His face was black and yellow, his eyes were bloodshot, and his beard was messy...

He looked down at his clothes, which were covered in stains, and the trouser legs and hem of his clothes were torn into strips of cloth by thorns!

This is Mo Rufeng, who used to have a strict military appearance, this is clearly a beggar.

In this way, he came to Fengjie.

Here again, he inquired about the news of Feifei.

A man from downstream told Mo Rufeng that there was a place called "Ge Li Zhuang" east of Fengjie, and he saw two children begging on the side of the road, a boy and a girl, and the boy looked very similar.

Mo Rufeng calmly thanked the man, and then hurried downstream. As long as it is possible to find right and wrong, he can't let go of a glimmer of hope.

However, before he could reach Gelizhuang, an explosion occurred ahead, a bridge was blown up, and the road to the downstream was blocked.

The crowd began to turn westward, and they needed to find a way out again.

But Mo Rufeng couldn't follow the crowd and go back.

Ge Li Zhuang, where it is not possible to appear, is on the other side of the broken bridge.

The only way to do this is to climb over the mountain.

But there are no roads on this mountain, only forests and weeds, and it is very difficult and unpredictable to climb this towering mountain from here!

Mo Rufeng didn't hesitate for a moment, he tidied up his clothes and tied the package on his back firmly.

The thing in the baggage is priceless and cannot be lost.

The burden is filled with the "Zhenyuan" treasure knife!