They walked for three hours, resting every half hour, and near noon, the Boy Scouts arrived at their intended campsite, a smooth rocky beach. ☆．☆

The fat boy of Douglas Squad, panting and pale, threw his backpack to the ground as soon as he was sure he could rest, and then bent his knees, clumsy in motion, and lay on it with a look of despair and comfort - the fat backpack made a popping sound, many things fell out of the untightened gaps, and one of the Boy Scout knives jumped and fell to the regimental leader's heels.

The regimental commander picked up the knife and walked in front of the fat boy, and the other two men of Douglas's squad stuck their arms into his armpits and pulled him up: "Yes...... I'm sorry," he said palely and stammering, "I'm sorry...... I'm really ...... It's so tiring. His head, especially the itching on the top of his head, must have been too much sweat collecting in his hat, he thought, almost unconsciously raising his hand to take it off, and reaching over to scratch it with the other.

His hand was grabbed, and it was the brightest time of the day, and the adult man could look down at the top of the fat boy's head without looking down, and there were a few crimson bumps bulging in his short fluffy brown hair, the size of a soybean, and he tried to touch it, it was soft, and if he looked closely, there were eight legs around the soft bag.

"Have you ever taken your hat off and laid down in the grass?"

The fat boy winced, he did that, and this was not allowed by the regimental commander.

The regimental commander pulled the boy closer and glanced at the objects again, "It's a tick." "Luckily, they had only been walking for one morning, and they were not far from the village where there was a car. He discussed it with another volunteer and decided that the boy would be escorted back to the village, where there was a car and they could take it back to the city. Have the doctor in the hospital figure out how to remove the tick from the top of your child's head.

"There's never been a tick here." Another volunteer said. He looked at the other children with some hesitation.

"I'll let them check each other." "If there is another child bitten by a tick, I will announce the early end of this training and return with them," said the regimental commander. Do you need a stretcher?"

The volunteer shook his head, he was also a strong man. Although this boy is sturdy, it is no problem to carry him on his back for three hours if necessary. The regimental commander walked over and touched the fat boy's forehead, but fortunately he had not yet begun to have a fever and joint pain. He knew what he had been bitten by, and his round face was filled with tears and sweat from his round face in horror.

The fat boy was taken away by another volunteer, and the group leader ordered all the teams to enter the makeshift tent set up by him and the instructor, take off their clothes, and check each other for any sudden black moles or red bumps.

There were only four people left in the Douglas squad, and they came out the fastest, and the regimental commander walked to Bo'er. Douglas's front. Sniffing carefully, there was only a smell similar to contempt on their bodies, not the Hopkins ointment, nor the insect repellent containing DEET.

"Why don't you use insect repellent?" After all, Hopkins' ointment was not standard, and the regimental commander only found that it was a little more effective than insect repellents after trying it out. He would recommend it to children, and he wouldn't say anything if he resolutely refused to use it like Douglas, but he had ordered the insect repellent from the beginning to spray every child every once in a while.

"I told them not to use it," I was the master in the forest, and Boa said in her heart, "I have something better for them." That fat man is just too stupid. It's too lazy, otherwise he would be as safe and sound as everyone else.

"I'll deduct your points," said the regimental commander solemnly, "now you immediately spray insect repellent." And," he turned to the Douglas team, "are you sure you want him to be the captain?"

The other three children did not speak.

"Well," said the regimental commander, "I hope you will do better in the days to come." Otherwise I will report to the above and cancel your Order of Medicine. ”

The other Scouts came out of the tent one after another, and no second tick was found, much to the children's heartfelt joy and relief, and they laughed at each other's white butts. With his jagged ribs and wide pelvic bones, a boy with a strangely shaped birthmark has caused a lot of speculation among his teammates that some believe it was a stent mark left by aliens after landing on him.

A boy who was not a student of Grande was standing by the tent at all times, and was mercilessly stopped outside while his team members took turns going into the tent to check on each other.

The regimental commander looked at him, and an unspeakable pain flashed on that serious face, which even Beelzebub and Sasha could barely capture, and he strode over to the boy, who had been excluded by his teammates, and dragged him into the tent by the shoulder, and ten minutes later he came out with the boy and led him to Bao'er. In front of Douglas, "This is your new recruit," the regimental commander said calmly.

Boa blew angrily, but didn't object.

His team members are quite welcoming to this new member, although they can't show it too obviously, because this guy obviously knows the regimental leader, and the regimental commander stuffed him in, presumably to spy on Bao'er, not to let this guy who does whatever he wants make a bigger mistake, which is also good for them.

The little panic caused by the ticks quickly passed, only delaying their cooking, and the children brought out chocolates and cookies after obtaining permission, and the team leader and their assistants were responsible for picking up Da Xingshi's pebbles on the beach, and built a few stone stoves that could only hold a small stainless steel pot for boiling milk. Then the water was brought to a boil from the river - this rocky beach was covered with all kinds of rocks, large and small, but fortunately most of them were washed by the river, and they were all round pebbles, and this was the middle and upper reaches of the Rio Grande, and the river flowed through the valley and through a flat land. The water slows and shallows, and is as clear as pure glass, with the scent of herbs and trees – and the children put chocolate and cheese in it.

There have been concerns and suspicions that only a small amount of drinking water is allowed in the Boy Scouting program, and that most of the water is taken from the Rio Grande, but the organizers of the Grande Scouts Association insist on this because they feel that it is ridiculous to carry boxes of Coke and orange juice when it is wilderness survival training, and that the idea is that every child needs everything in their own backpack.

The question of water was eventually met with a report on the water quality of the Boy Scouts, and the Rio Grande originates in the snow-capped mountains and runs through the mountains, with no reservoirs or factories upstream, so you can drink it as long as it is boiled.

Of course, the organisers were not foolish enough to let the children bring their own food rations for seven days, as they set up a supply point in the middle of the day, an ancient and peaceful monastery, where the devout monks were happy to receive innocent children, and their homemade feta cheese, wild boar jerky and slingless jam were said to be delicious.

"I saw shrimp, schools of shrimp, each with a finger length," Beelzebub said, lowering his voice, "and crabs."

"I brought a small bottle of vodka." Hopkins whispered that there is also a stream on Poseidon Island, and the shrimp and crabs in the stream are smaller than those in the sea, but they have a delicious taste, and it is very good to boil them with wine and salt.

"There will be fly fishing in the afternoon." A third subtle voice said, "You all have fly-fishing medals, you will be allowed to participate."

Beelzebub had long felt that someone was dangling around, and it turned out to be this little fellow, a new member of Douglas's team, about the same height as them, but very thin, and from the side it looked like a mannequin made of a wooden plank, and his shoulders were slightly rickety because of this disproportionate growth.

The slender eyes looked very clear, like the water of a river not far away, and Hopkins's face was reflected in the brown iris, and under his gaze, the boy bowed his head in embarrassment, and beside him was a bucket containing water.

"I'm just ......," the brown-eyed boy continued in his subtle voice, "I...... I've been here for a couple of years, I mean, if there's anything you guys need to know, you can come and ask......"

"Ask me."

The head of the regiment stood behind the boy, his thick dark eyebrows knotted in the center of the eyebrows, the corners of his mouth pursed, his arms folded in front of his chest, and his chin stretched forward.

"You can ask me any questions," said the regimental commander, "and Charlie, you should go back to your ranks,"

Charlie stood up, and could see that he was afraid of the man, "My name is Charlie. He mustered up the courage to speak, ignoring the fierce eyes of the regiment commander.

"Beelzebub."

"Sasha." Sasha said, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Charlie, but as the regimental commander said, you'd better not associate with us too much," Charlie's face suddenly turned a little pale from these words, and the strange expression on the regimental commander's face, which Bisandi and Hopkins had seen, reappeared, "Because of your squad leader, Bao'er. Douglas hated us to the core," Sasha said with a smile, "and he's a good trickster."

“…… Thank...... Thank. Charlie said with a bit of a stumble, but he looked genuinely happy.

He stretched out his hand to Sasha and Beelzebub, who had only three fingers according to the Boy Scouts, and shook their hands in turn, Beelzebub stood across from him, and was surprised to find the regimental commander standing behind Charlie, his burly and tall body covering Charlie tightly, and the Douglas team behind him was still busy cooking their cheese and chocolate, and no one noticed it.

This is from yesterday, and there is another chapter tonight.

((One second to remember)