The road still has to go on......

Ever since I got on this road of no return, it seems as if my feet have never really stopped.

After about two hours of conduct, Uncle Biao estimated the distance and said that this is the end of today.

Since I entered here, my sense of time has also disappeared, and the feeling of fatigue in my body seems to have been in a state of paralysis.

The dinner was still the same, and no one cared what time it was.

I took a bite alive, and now I'm just eating to refuel myself, and I don't feel like I'm like a wild animal.

At this pace, you may encounter something else along the way.

However, Uncle Biao has a map in his hand, and this difference is revealed, because with a map, he has a bottom in his heart, and he will not blindly feel how much distance there is, if that is the case, he will be completely insecure.

And this estimate, on the premise of saving money, our food is enough to make a round trip here.

But then again, who would be greedy for something so unpalatable?

We all carried sleeping bags, lit a small fire, and after assigning the people who took turns to keep vigil, we were ready to go to bed.

The fire in the middle is just for warmth, especially at night, when the ground will become even colder, and people can almost freeze to death.

But there's also the bright side that we don't have to worry about something messing at us.

It was dark to turn off the flashlight, and we lay down around the fire, but fortunately, it was not my turn to stand guard tonight, so I could sleep peacefully.

After a long day's work, I didn't have the heart to hang out with other people, so I smoked a bedtime cigarette, threw the cigarette butt into the fire and shrunk into my sleeping bag.

As soon as he closed his eyes, he soon fell asleep.

Although the night was cold, I didn't wake up from freezing, and I didn't have some messy dreams.

I thought I would sleep until morning, but I didn't expect that when I was sleeping deepest, I was suddenly woken up by a wave of shaking.

When I opened my eyes, I was still reminded of some kind of rumbling sound, and when I looked around, especially the scorching fire, I was sure it wasn't a dream.

The people around me were just waking up from their sleep, just like me.

Uncle Biao got up and asked the old man who was keeping vigil, what happened?

The old fat replied with some uncertainty, as if it was an explosion.

This answer is a little difficult to accept, but thinking back on the possibilities I felt, this conclusion is still relatively reliable.

Uncle Biao sat up, lit a cigarette, as if thinking about something, and then said with a serious expression: "Get up, pack up your things and set off immediately!" ”

After finishing speaking, Uncle Biao took out the map and began to recheck the position.

We are confused by the inexplicability, but anyone who is not a fool can feel that something restless seems to be creeping in our way.

Everyone didn't ask anything, but after quickly packing up their things and extinguishing the fire, the flashlight was turned on again and began to follow the instructions.

However, after less than ten minutes of walking, there was another shock on the ground, although the sound of the explosion had been weakened a lot through the tunnel, but there was still a residual sound to our ears.

This time I felt it, and the sound was coming from behind.

I'm afraid that something is happening behind us.

Everyone's spirits also began to become tense, and Uncle Biao told us to speed up.

Being messed with by him like this, our hearts couldn't help but become even more nervous.

This rapid march lasted about forty minutes before finally stopping.

However, this is not a subjective stoppage of our consciousness, but the beam of the flashlight cannot reach far away because a boulder suddenly appears in front of us.

To say that this boulder came is really coincidental, it just appeared in the middle of the road, there is not even a trace of gap, it is estimated that it fell from the top, otherwise it can be turned over from above, but now there is no gap up and down, left and right.

"Could it be the explosion?" Fan Ping asked.

Uncle Biao came to the side of the stone, and after taking a closer look, he shook his head and sighed.

Seeing that the stone is blocking the way, do you want to turn back?

However, according to the current situation, I am afraid that the future may not be as peaceful as before, because the two explosions have explained everything.

At this time, I suddenly thought of the jack pendant when I was in the state of flying souls!

I patted my head and said, "Let's dig it, and if it doesn't work, we can dig a hole in the ground and go underneath, and I see that the stone is not very wide." ”

Fan Ping whispered on the side: "Dig up? If you really have you, you can come up with such a trick. ”

Uncle Biao nodded slightly, and said in agreement: "For now, this method can only be used." ”

In this way, digging a hole became a sure thing.

Uncle Biao first estimated the chaos of the stone wall, and ordered it to be dug close to its bottom, and said that if he encountered an obstacle, he would turn a corner.

Then everyone took out the folding shovel one after another, worked in pairs, and began to dig in shifts.

It didn't take long for sweat to burst out of the pores, and no one was arguing about the cold at this time.

When it was my turn, I dug for a while and then took off my cotton clothes.

Because the soil here is a bit hard, but there are no stones, I guess it has something to do with our altitude.

By the time the tinkling sound numbed the ears, the hole also penetrated deep into the stone.

Half an hour later, the hole was dug and the width of the boulder was about four meters.

And when we finished our work, we were all like mud monkeys, dirty.

There's no bathing environment here, so I can only hold on like this.

But it's not so exaggerated, patting the dirt on his face and clothes, and he's a tough young man.

In this way, we broke through the obstruction of the boulder.

But considering the physical strength of our big guys, Uncle Biao asked us to rest on the spot for a while, but it was just more than ten minutes.

As we were drilling through the boulder, we suddenly heard a strange sound of "vomiting" from the soil, but this sound was not like the sound of the wind, but more like the sound of some kind of creature, but as soon as we got out of the hole, this sound disappeared immediately.