The water in the kettle was still cold, and I struggled to break Jack's mouth open and pour water into his mouth.

At the moment, Jack's reactions were sluggish and weak, and even though he was slightly conscious enough to cooperate with me to swallow the water, the pot of water was still pouring into his stomach very slowly. Fortunately, his paralyzed nerves made the bite of his teeth very weak, otherwise he would have bitten off several fingers. His teeth were chewing unconsciously, as if I had poured him solid food instead of water.

Finally I poured all the pot of water into his stomach. I tried again to get him to vomit, but he still didn't have a strong stress response and couldn't vomit the contents of his stomach.

When I poured the second pot of cold underground river water into his stomach, and I pressed his belly against my lap again, his round stomach was finally overwhelmed, and I squeezed out some of the contents.

There was blood, and what he spat out was pale red, sour and bitter, a hundred times worse than the vomit of a drunkard. I almost died of the smell, but I was so excited that I knew I might have saved him.

The cold underground river water was poured into Jack's stomach and squeezed out again, and the vomit on the ground was dripping, and the pungent smell filled the fire. That's when I noticed a funny thing, the bats couldn't stand the smell and disappeared in the first place.

Perhaps it was the cold underground river water that had the effect of relieving fever and reducing swelling, and Jack's throat and esophagus gradually opened up a little, making it easier to fill him with water or vomit out. It wasn't until all he spat out was the pale red water that I gave up on torturing him with relief.

It's really torturous, but I think it's not a little torture for me, I'm so tired that it's hard to sit up. I can't rest yet, though, and I finally have time to boil some hot water.

Perhaps because of the large amount of cold water poured into it, Jack's body temperature became very low. I didn't change the symptom by holding him close to the campfire, he needed hot water to raise his temperature. In addition, I will give him a few anti-inflammatory and anti-detoxification pills.

I have several antidote serums for the most venomous snakes in the Beipanjiang Mountains in my first aid kit, and I don't think it will have any effect on the poison of this bug, so it is better to use broad-spectrum antidote drugs and anti-inflammatory drugs.

Waiting for the water to boil is an ordeal for me. Ever since I encountered the bat, my nerves and body have been in a state of high tension, and my stomach has been holding me in protest. Just now, the energy was focused on Jack. I forgot everything for a while, but after this leisure, fatigue, exhaustion, and drowsiness suddenly came up.

I looked at Jack, who was lying on the ground breathing weakly, and couldn't help but envy him, and now it was a luxury for me to close my eyes and rest for a while. Exhaustion and hunger hit me, and my eyelids seemed to weigh a hundred pounds, and I knew that if I sat here for a few more minutes, I would fall asleep myself. It would be fatal.

I staggered to my feet. I'm going to have to find something for myself to do, or I'll fall asleep at any moment.

Soon I was able to find myself a little work. I dragged a bat to the fire. Jack instantly emptied the bullets in his three magazines, which not only frightened off the bats, but also dealt them a heavy blow. As soon as I walked around the fire, I saw this huge bat corpse.

The body of the bat is black, not the kind of shiny black with a hint of gray. When I compare myself with it as a reference, I see a clear difference. The corpse of the large bat in the firelight was faintly black. It's like an old black cloth while my body. Both the clothes and the exposed skin reflected the light of the campfire.

The bat was extremely unlucky, it was pierced through the head by a bullet, and it had green blood on its body. Its body is actually not very large, more than half a meter long, about the size of a medium-sized dog. But its wingspan is impressive. A wing is more than a meter wide, and if you count the body, it must be three meters wide when flying in the air. This bat should be considered large in a bat colony. I haven't seen anything bigger than it in its community.

Looking at this ugly and terrible monster, I actually drooled. I'm driven crazy with hunger.

I thought about it. It was impossible for Jack to wake up in a short time, let alone move. If I don't want to starve to death, I'm going to eat earthworms or bats. Of course, if Jack can wake up, he won't have a food disorder, although he also refuses to eat earthworms, but he won't be able to swallow them. I'm miserable, eating earthworms is just as unbearable for me as eating arsenic. Hopefully this bat is non-venomous.

Thinking of this, I pulled out my dagger and slashed open the bat's belly. I found earthworms in its stomach.

I breathed a sigh of relief and put the big bat on the fire.

It eats earthworms, and its food is not poisonous, and it itself should not be poisonous. Although its green blood is terrifying and may be poisonous, as long as its blood is cleaned, the toxicity will naturally be gone, just like a pufferfish.

Of course, this is mainly due to my aversion to eating earthworms. As long as there is something else to eat, even if it is a little risky, I will not choose earthworms.

The campfire was very strong, and I had a lot of sawdust around me, so I could add a steady stream of firewood to it, and soon the aroma of barbecue came out.

I threaded the cleaned bat on the bayonet at the front end of the AK47 and slowly turned it around to roast. The bat meat that has lost its blood color is a pale cyan color, and it is also browned and dripping with grease under the flame, making the flame more intense and the aroma more and more attractive.

Stimulated by the smell of barbecue, I forgot about my tiredness and sleepiness for a while, and my saliva hung from the corners of my mouth to the ground like rain from the eaves on a rainy day. At the moment, even if I knew that bat meat was poisonous, no one could stop me from eating it.

I licked my lips, swallowed a big gulp of saliva that was about to overflow, and said to myself: it would be better if there was a little cumin.

I remembered the Sichuan health soldier who carried the condiment bottle with him. He's okay in heaven, and he's still going to hold a whole bunch of condiment bottles? However, he will be popular everywhere.

I only have a little salt here. I'm already very satisfied, such a fragrant barbecue, and the taste of salt, what else am I not satisfied with? It's a hundred times better than eating earthworms, except for a little risk.

I cut off a small piece of roasted browned bat meat, sprinkled it with a pinch of salt, and put it under my nose and sniffed it. Saliva gushes out directly and spills on the grilled meat.

I looked at Jack, who was still unconscious, and said, "Let your god bless me." If I hang up, no one will care about you, unless your god is willing to babysit you. ”

With that, I couldn't wait to stuff this tempting piece of roast meat with my saliva in my mouth. (To be continued......)