Running alone in the jungle, in the company of wild beasts, in the company of loneliness. Writing, Fun, Pavilion www.biquge.info this situation and this scene can't help but remind me of Bei Ye's wilderness survival.

It's a pity that Bei Ye hasn't demonstrated how to survive in my current state.

In fact, in the real wilderness survival, copying Bei Ye's set can only die faster.

After running around for hours, hungry and hungry, I stopped, I had to leave some physical strength for tomorrow.

In the dark night, I found a big tree with not too dense foliage, climbed up and leaned against a thick branch, closed my eyes and began to rest.

When the first rays of sunlight in the morning pierced through the jungle, I opened my eyes in a light sleep.

Driving away the surrounding mosquitoes, I smiled bitterly and touched the bumps all over my body, as soon as the rain stopped, all kinds of blood-sucking mosquitoes popped up.

Jumping off the tree, I found a banana tree not far away, with a bunch of newly grown plantain hanging from the tree, which was not edible at all.

Tearing off a few banana leaves, making a skirt for himself, and shaking the little brother is a little indecent after all.

With the fragments of the plane that I picked up yesterday, I cut down the plantain tree with a few strokes. The plantain cannot be eaten, but the heart of the plantain tree is edible.

After nibbling a few bites of the heart of the tree to quench the thirst in your mouth, it was time to find something to eat.

The most important thing in the jungle is snakes, which are easy to find as long as you find out the habits of this creature.

I stepped on a Vietnamese cobra and cut off its head with fragments, although the strengthened body is very resistant to poison, but I don't want to use this snake as a test.

Nibbling on snake meat as I walked, I don't have the conditions to grill it now. In such wet conditions, I couldn't make a fire even if I was given a lighter.

I haven't thought about the next action yet, it takes too much time to walk back on these legs, and there are too many variables in between, so I can only take one step at a time. I really can't finish this mission, but going back like this will probably make the horn laugh to death.

For the sake of this old face, I'm still ready to hold on!

At the moment, the most important thing for me is to get a weapon, and the psychology of a guy who has no self-defense is always empty.

The steel of the helicopter fragment is of decent quality, and after some polishing, it is made into a diamond-shaped head. Vertical wood is not easy to find, and even if it does, it is not strong enough. Fortunately, there was a lot of bamboo in the jungle, so I found a bamboo the size of an egg and loaded the gun head on it.

I tried it, and it felt good, and I could barely defend myself.

There are still a lot of leftover snakes, but the stuffy environment makes the snake meat already smell and can only be thrown away.

I had the idea that it wasn't practical to hike through the jungle, but I could make a raft when the river was swollen during the rainy season, and it would be possible to get me out of it, whether it was a U.S. patrol boat or a drift to the coast.

Of course, the premise of this is to find a river.

Finding a random direction, I believe it is not difficult to find a river in the rainy season.

I didn't go far before I had an unexpected surprise.

On the edge of the jungle path was a lone tree, whose bark resembled that of a plane tree, covered with a layer of dead skin.

I looked around this tree and confirmed that it was the kind of tree I saw in the documentary, I don't know what the original name of the tree was, but some places along the coast of China call this kind of tree "blood to seal the throat"!

Carefully poke the bark with a bamboo spear and apply the sap to the head of the spear. With this thing, I can try my hand at some of the larger prey.

I found a jungle trail with many animal footprints, and I should be able to get dinner by arranging it.

I chose a few kinds of grasses with a relatively large smell and kneaded them, and smeared them all over my body to prevent my smell from scaring the prey away.

I chose a tree by the side of the path, climbed it and waited quietly for the prey to come to the door.

I guess by four or five o'clock in the afternoon, I still didn't find anything, and just as I was about to give up, there was movement on the trail.

A stout boar staggered over, looking injured and not walking fast.

It is estimated that this is a lone boar, and the battle for the leader failed and was driven out of the herd. Such a solitary boar is actually very dangerous, especially after being injured!

As he approached the tree, the boar seemed to have noticed something, hesitated to go any further, and stuck out his nose to sniff around.

Fearing that it would run away, I quietly got up and leaped forward, my body hurtling down in gravity.

"Aang!"

The bamboo spear clenched in his hand penetrated the boar's body and pinned it to the ground.

I rolled forward to relieve the force of the fall, rubbed my numb legs, and came to the dead boar.

After walking in, I found something wrong, there were a few small holes in the boar's stomach, I touched it with my hand, it was a gunshot wound!

At this moment, the barking of hounds sounded in the distance!

I pulled out my bamboo spear, camouflaged the boar's wounds, and fled deeper into the jungle, trying not to risk it when the enemy was unknown.

The story didn't follow my script, and the two hounds abandoned the slowly cooling boar on the ground and came straight to me!

"Bang bang!"

The enemy, who followed closely behind the hound, found the wound of the bamboo spear on the boar's body, and chased after him with a shout, looking more excited than hunting.

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My feet were empty, and I quickly reached out and hugged the tree pole next to me, and when I looked down, I was secretly glad that I almost fell off the cliff.

Under the cliff was billowing yellow muddy water, and the bamboo gun in my hand disappeared after falling into it.

After looking at the cliff nearly 30 meters deep, I gave up the idea of jumping, instead of jumping off the cliff and risking my life, I might as well go back and fight to the death with the pursuing enemy.

"Wow!"

The two hounds jumped and pounced in the jungle at a very fast speed!

The hound was clearly well trained, pounced on my throat and arms in one left and one right.

I grabbed the two hounds in a two-second gap, punched the hound back in the arm, and then caught the hound that pounced on the throat, and used the strength of its leap to smash it down!

"Click!"

With a crisp sound that made the heart tremble, the hound in his hand stopped breathing.

The hound I knocked off quickly turned around and then continued to pounce.

A single hound was not taken seriously by me at all, and I easily held the dog's head and twisted its neck......

Dealing with the hounds was tantamount to blinding the enemy, and I looked at the darkened jungle with a grim smile.

In the distance, the North Vietnamese guerrillas called for hounds, and I carefully lay down in the grass beside me, quietly waiting for the opportunity to strike.

A total of five enemies followed, all with flashlights in their hands, and while carefully probing around, they walked towards the place where the hound last sounded.

It didn't take long for them to come to the place where two hounds were "killed", and one of the guerrilla soldiers crouched down, holding the dog's corpse and crying.

The partisan soldiers, mired in grief and anger, did not notice that a dark shadow came behind them! (To be continued.) )