The scorching sun was baking the sand, so hot that we felt like we were sitting next to a hot pan. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 Info Sweating profusely, coupled with the pungent smell of gasoline on our bodies, I always felt like I was burning again.

"Hellish weather like a boiler," Hei pulled out of his shirt, revealing his dark, massive muscles.

"It seems that it will not be easy to get through this sand," the Germans couldn't stand the heat.

"If we continue like this, sooner or later we will have to become human." It's not that Shiratori is exaggerating the difficulties, what he says is true, the weather in New Guinea is indeed very bad, the heat is terrible, plus this is by the sea, the temperature difference between day and night is very large, and the sand is hot from the sun, we may be the first people to watch the water die of heat. The sea is separated by a swamp.

"Water," said the fat man.

The swamp, we all looked at the swamp, there was water in the swamp, and the white bird ran to the side of the swamp and asked Sharia to pull her over.

"You can't drink this water," she doesn't speak Mandarin, so she speaks Filipino.

"What" Shiratori couldn't understand what she was saying. Shiratori looked at him, hoping I could explain it to him.

"She said the water was not drinkable," I walked over and explained.

"You know Filipino, you ask, why can't you drink it, damn it, you can't watch the water die of thirst," Shiratori said.

"He wants to ask you why you can't drink this water." I asked Sharia.

"There's a lot of parasites in the water, including the larvae of the locust and its eggs," she said.

I smiled.

"What did she say," Shiratori asked me, glaring.

"He said there are eggs or larvae of water locusts, and drinking them will eat some of your internal organs" Sharia is a doctor, so what she said seems really scientific to us.

"That's the business, no, we've all eaten the locusts, why can't we drink the water here, what if there are larvae" Shiratori wished that Sharia was joking with him, but Sharia was not a person who liked to watch jokes.

"You save it, we eat dead locusts, his larvae are difficult for you to find, you will definitely die of rotten intestines if you eat it" I said and pulled him back by the collar, I couldn't watch him die, after all, in his words, we are compatriots. The Chinese are very concerned about this.

"Oh my God," Shiratori seemed to cry, and he seemed to be screaming.

"Don't scream, God doesn't have time to pay attention to your little character," I made a joke and continued on my way.

When noon came, the sand burned the feet.

"I can't walk anymore," Shiratori stopped.

"What's the matter, man," said the old black man by patting him on the shoulder.

"It's hot, I can't stand it"

"Hero, you see that the white birds are almost roasted, and if we go on like this, we will be killed by heat before we can go out," the old black asked me.

I saw that the women in the crowd, as well as the children, and the wounded, and those who were not in good health, were all severely dehydrated, their lips were chapped, and their faces were red and white.

"Karma is busy with Ka Na one," Kuda said to Little Japan.

"What's going to happen to this little Japan?" I asked, the only Shiratori here who knew Japanese.

"He said he couldn't stand it, and that I wouldn't kill this dog sooner or later, god." Shiratori said.

"Don't rush to kill them, we want to go back and we have to keep them. And with "I smiled slyly.

Little Nippon Kuda ran to the side of the swamp, and he put his hands together and took a little water, and he drank it without hesitation, like a scalper drinking water, making the sound of a cow drinking water, but he could not drink it a second time, because there were already many water locusts swimming in the small puddle under his feet. So he changed to another small puddle, and in this way he drank until he was satisfied.

"What are you doing, this is looking for death," Sharia shouted at the Japanese.

"Little Japan can really import anything," said Lao Hei. Little Nippon Kuda and Saai are guinea pigs who are experimenting with us along the way.

"Look, they're all right after drinking," Shiratori said as he ran over, and I pulled him back again.

"It's okay now, and you know you're scared as you watch the worms crawl out of his stomach one by one," I threw him to the ground again.

"Then what do you say, drinking is also death, and discord is also death" Shiratori angrily grabbed a handful of sand and scattered it into the swamp.

"The management in the Philippines is really bad", the fat man who couldn't find a way began to complain about why others didn't come to save him.

This time the Filipinos did not contradict the fat man, and they also felt ashamed.

"Watch your words," I reminded the fat man, who had violated the first rule.

No one remembers it anymore, they are so thirsty that they don't even want to speak, and to speak is a waste of saliva.

"We can't drink it in our stomachs, but we can drench it on our bodies," the old black reminded us.

"yes, why didn't I think of it" Shiratori ran to the swamp in joy, this time I didn't pull him, because I knew that it was a big deal to get some kind of skin disease, at least I didn't have to be roasted alive into char siu, no one imitated Shiratori to splash all the water on himself, and it didn't take long for us to get wet all over. Once again, we solved a difficulty, and the thirty men who escaped from the plane were still there, and not a single one was left behind, although the dried throat of the grasshopper was uncomfortable with thirst, but it did not kill us. After everything was sorted out, we walked again with the team to the end of the mountain.

As we walked, we ran to the swamp to drench ourselves in a little water to cool off. When the night came, the wind was cool on the sand, and after we had a dried dinner of grasshoppers, we decided to stop and rest, and no one wanted to vomit during dinner. It can be said that it has slowly become a habit.

The Germans loved his guns, and when he had nothing to do, he always took out his guns and carefully wiped them clean.

"Dude, borrow it for fun," the old black laughed and borrowed the gun that the German guy was really wiping down.

"Guns are not for play, they are for defending themselves" The Germans did not even raise their heads. I've been playing with my gun.

"If you don't play, you won't play," the old black laughed and walked away, and he walked over to Shiratori, the only one in the group who could accompany him to spend this boring time.

"What are you thinking?" the old black called out to the white bird who was stunned.

"You go to the hero, he likes to talk nonsense with you" I can see that it is not Shiratori who rejects Lao Hei, he doesn't like others to disturb his silence.

The sea breeze blew the smell of the sea, and I didn't sleep because the wind was getting stronger and louder, ringing in your ears like a madwoman screaming in your ear. I really didn't feel sleepy, the night was getting deeper and deeper, the wind was getting more and more, and I saw that the two guys might have eaten these unclean things, so they ran not far away to make it convenient, which can only show that there is indeed something wrong with what we eat.