After dawn, no one came to search for us. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info The night on the island was a bit cold because the other end of the swamp was the sea, I couldn't sleep all night, I looked over at our plane and it was covered with mud without a trace.

"It seems that no one will come to save us" The German turned his back to the sun, like an angel rising with the sun.

"You say, let's wait, or go through the sand," I reasoned with the Germans.

"Stay here, sooner or later you will starve to death" The German's stomach gurgled unbreathlessly, and some people with poor physical strength were already too hungry to stand up.

"It's going to take at least two days to get through this sandy area, and I'm afraid we'll starve to death on the way," Shiratori interjected.

Relatively speaking, the yellow race is more capable of starvation than other races, so the white bird still seems to be quite energetic.

"It turns out that eating a full meal is also a kind of happiness," the fat man sighed.

For him, all this is more of a test.

"It must be that you have earned too much black money and retribution," Shiratori teased, and after Shiratori heroically fought for him, he regarded Shiratori as the boss.

"Maybe," he greeted with a smile.

Old Black lingered beside the swamp for a while, came back disappointed, sat down next to us, and said

"There is no grass to eat" It is not that there is no grass in the swamp, but that the grass is sharp and cannot be eaten at all. The sun is getting hotter and stronger, and hunger makes us worse than dead.

"Look at the big and small Japan, what they eat" Lao Hei looked at the two Japanese in surprise, and since we didn't understand their language, we remembered the two sentences he said.

So we named him separately, one was called "Kuda" and the other was called "Saai", and Kuda was the guy with a bigger head. Saai is a person who listens to Kuda's words.

"What are they doing?"

They're doing what you think is disgusting. Kuda scooped up a few locusts from the swamp, they threw the locusts to the sand, killed the locusts with sand, washed them with the water next to them, and dried the water on them and put them directly in their mouths, the water locusts have good physical toughness and are not easy to chew, so he kept chewing, and the liquid on the body of the water locust flowed out of the corners of his mouth, and after he chewed for a while, he still didn't chew it, so he swallowed it whole. If you see those water locusts, I'm sure you'll be out of the mood for a long time.

Everyone was stunned and made people want to vomit.

Kuda still had a few in his hand, and he shook the dead locust in his hand at us, and motioned for us to share his delicacy with him.

"Little Japanese cow" Shiratori turned his head in another direction as if to vomit, but there was nothing in his stomach to spit out, and he reluctantly spat a little saliva. No one shares the delicious food of little Japan.

Miraculously, they did not feel unwell after eating the locusts, which reminded us that although the draft locusts are a little disgusting, they can save our lives.

Of course we won't be like them, it's not much different from the beast.

"We'll get it too," I suggested.

"You're crazy, I'd rather starve to death, little Japan they usually eat everything," Shiratori is not very in favor of eating locusts.

"Then you will hold your Qinggao and wait for death together" Lao Hei, who is not very good in Chinese, has never understood what Qinggao is, and later he asked Qinggao all the way who is Shiraiya why he is holding him to death.

I didn't give an explanation.

"Old Black"

"Hey," he was thinking about who was high in our group, and he replied to me in shock.

"Lend me your knife," I said.

"What are you going to do," he replied.

"I'll get you something to eat"

"Food?" Suspiciously, he pulled his dagger out of his pocket, a dagger with a black handle.

I took the dagger and walked towards the swamp, followed by the old black.

I squatted on the edge of the small puddle, and there was nothing in the water except water locusts, and I slapped the water with a dagger, and the water locusts with a keen sense of hearing came from all directions. I slashed the swarm of water locusts with the blade a few times, and I could see that some of them had already died.

After the swarm of water grasshoppers retreated, dozens of water locusts that I had cut to death with a knife floated on the surface of the water, and they looked like pigs' fat intestines.

"You're not really going to eat this, are you?" said the old black, spreading dozens of locusts on the mountain.

"Be careful, don't get sand all over the place, it won't taste good," I said.

I picked up a larger one and slit open his abdomen with a dagger, and the inside of the water locust was almost empty.

"Oh my God, what are we doing" Old Black made sure that the food I gave him was this locust, so he grumbled.

"Don't talk nonsense, wash it for me and dry it on top of the sand," I urged.

After my hard work, we cleaned up the dozens of water locusts, and they were neatly lined up on the beach to let the strong sun shine.

"Soon I'll have lunch, man," I smiled at the black.

It wasn't long before the strong sunlight dried the locusts on the ground. Although it is not as good as drying it over fire, it doesn't feel soft when you reach for it. I picked one up, and the white bird and the old black were staring at me.

"Do you really eat it," Shiratori asked me suspiciously.

"Do you think I look fake?" I said, holding the locust.

"You're not afraid of being poisonous," Lao Hei reminded. “

Look, aren't the two brothers still alive," I said, pointing to the Japanese.

"It shouldn't be poisonous, eat it quickly," I handed the old black one.

He was holding the locust and was about to stuff it into his mouth, but he saw that we hadn't eaten yet, so he stopped.

"You eat first, and we'll all eat later," he said.

I know that many people won't eat if I don't eat, so I set an example and eat first, so I don't starve to death.

I picked up a stick and put it in my mouth without hesitation, chewed it a few times, but it still didn't chew, a very strong fishy and salty smell spread in my mouth, almost making me gag, but I still swallowed it, but vomited it again, but I didn't spit it out, swallowed it again, repeated it a few times, I finally got used to the taste, no longer gagging.

They saw that I was okay with what I ate, so they picked one up and stuffed it into their mouths.

"If it's roasted, it's good to add some chili peppers," joked as he chewed.

Everyone ate it, even the most disgusting white bird, and the big appetite ate two of them, and although it was disgusting, we didn't starve to death.

The Japanese also came to eat a dried locust that I made, and he used his gesture to praise me for making it better than what he had eaten before, and the only way he could communicate with us was through body language, whether he could speak Filipino or other languages, we didn't know, because we couldn't hear him speak a second language except Japanese.

Lao Hei and I prepared some dried locusts, and I decided to take them through this sandy area, not through this sandy land, we have to stay here all the time, we have to eat dried locusts all the time, it is even more bearable than death.