Shi has been hungry for several days, and Erya is a little better, after all, food is provided to her first. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 But a child of seven or eight years old would not be hungry for a meal, let alone a day or even several days, and if they could not find food tonight, they would not have the strength to continue eastward, and if they did not continue eastward, they would have to become a pile of dry bones in this wilderness.

More urgent than hunger is thirst, and now thirst is like a disease, giving people a very painful feeling. Surviving in the wilderness of nothingness is too difficult for two seven or eight-year-olds.

The stone cut his wrist with a wood knife, allowing blood to flow out, and the wind was so strong that it could spread the smell of blood far away.

A flock of crows came first, and the crows and wild dogs were the two most prosperous species in the famine years, and countless dead people and animals made them multiply rapidly, and made them extremely fat, even if they were so fat that they could not fly, walk, and could no longer eat a mouthful of food, they also flocked to blood.

The stone tore his clothes and tied his wrists, hid in the wild grass, clutched the firewood knife in his hand, and stared into the distance, while Erya was arranged by him to hide not far away.

Two obese wild dogs, from a distance, look like two emaciated pigs.

The stone stared at the wild dogs that came slowly, the firewood knife in his hand became tighter and tighter, these two dogs were related to whether the stone and the second girl could live again, he had to kill these two dogs, and only after killing these two dogs could there be food. But the two wild dogs stood taller than a teenager, and the stones were only half as tall as them, and they were not as strong or physically as strong as the wild dogs.

Dogs that eat meat often will be like wolves, let alone dogs that eat raw flesh and blood, such dogs are already mad dogs, and the most difficult thing to deal with is mad dogs, even a strong adult may not be able to fight a mad dog.

The only advantage of the stone is the madness in his bones, and he can fight for it without his life.

The two wild dogs walked very cautiously, one after the other, and were vigilant at all times for the wind and grass around them. But the elongated, blood-red tongues reveal their greed for blood, their noses sucking in the air, the scent of blood stimulating them, causing them to relax their guard for a moment.

The stone stared at the two wild dogs, the wood knife in his hand became tighter and tighter, and he held his breath.

The wild dogs approached, and had come to the side where the stone was hiding, separated only by a layer of weeds. The wild dogs did not notice the danger around them, but they were still very cautious, and kept looking around, and when one of them looked in the direction of where the stone was hiding, the stone jumped out and slashed at one of the wild dogs with a firewood knife.

One of the wild dogs panicked and immediately fell into the trap. The stone may be small, but it is a good hunter, able to use the wind wisely, accurately determine the route of the prey, and skillfully lay out the traps.

However, only one wild dog fell into the trap, and the stone had to hack the remaining wild dog to death, but unfortunately it was not hit. If it was a wolf, he would be dead now, but the wild dog was not as fierce as the wolf after all, and did not attack frantically, but was frightened back by the firewood knife.

The stone knew that if he couldn't hit the wild dog for the first time, it would be difficult to have a chance in the future, and his physical strength could not keep up with the physical strength of a big wild dog, and he would be eaten by the wild dog if he didn't get it.

The wild dog took a few steps back, staring warily at the stone, and the wild dog that fell into the trap was covered in blood from the spikes in the trap, but the wild dog kept jumping up and screaming for help.

The wild dogs on the ground began to circle around the stones, and the stones followed the wild dogs with their clenched knives. He knew very well that the most important thing to kill his prey was timing, as long as the timing was right, he could kill the wild dog with a knife, and if he didn't grasp the right time, it would mean death, and the wild dog was also looking for the right time, waiting for the moment when the stone spirit was relaxed, he would pounce on him and bite his neck, and enjoy the tender delicacy.

Beasts are good hunters by nature, and stones don't have an advantage in this regard.

The crow stopped on a dead tree in the distance, chirping incessantly, turning its body and eyes incessantly, eager to fly over and peck at the dead corpse. The smell of blood soon drifted out, and the crow, unable to contain its physical desire, had already flown to the side of the trap, eager to peck at the fresh flesh.

The stone did not dare to relax at all, stared at the wild dog, but forgot about his feet, and suddenly fell into a dirt pit, and his body immediately lost his balance, and the wild dog immediately pounced. Even if he lost his balance, the stone stared at the wild dog, and without the slightest panic, he quickly squatted down, and the wood knife slashed out.

The wild dog's claws are not as sharp as the wolf's but can pierce into the human body, and the stone's left arm was scratched out of three wounds, and the flesh that turned out can be seen, and the blood quickly stained half of the body.

Fortunately, the stone struck the wild dog.

The crow crowed more urgently, and the wild dog that fell into the trap barked even louder, and the wild dog on the ground also wailed, and the wild dog on the ground had a huge opening in its abdomen by the stone wood knife, and the blood kept flowing out, and the internal organs were about to be exposed.

There was a sharp pain in the left shoulder of the stone, and he didn't dare to move at all. This kind of pain alone can make people faint, the pain makes tears appear in people's eyes, the stone can only hold back the tears in his eyes to not blur his vision, and endure the pain to prevent himself from fainting, the wild dog is not dead, and he may be bitten to death by the wild dog.

The wounded dingo continued to circle the stone, which stared at the dingo for one last attack. However, unexpectedly, the injured wild dog suddenly jumped into the trap, and the wild dog that was originally in the trap stepped on the wild dog that jumped down and jumped out of the trap.

Stone was completely stunned for a moment, completely unaware that the wild dogs would cooperate with each other.

Although the wild dog that fell into the trap was injured, it was far less serious than the other wild dog, which jumped up and did not circle the stone, but immediately pounced. The pain of the trap made the wild dog completely mad.

The power of the stone is no match for the power of a wild dog, and it is not easy to not be bitten off at once. He had been fighting with the wild dog for a long time, and he constantly used his wood knife to block the wild dog's fangs and prevent them from piercing his neck. The wild dog's paws had pierced into his body many times, and he was now covered in blood, and he already felt dizzy from excessive bleeding.

Now the wild dog has pounced on the stone to the ground, and the fangs of the wild dog have touched the neck, and they have begun to puncture the skin, and the blood from the stone neck has flowed out. If it hadn't been for the stone pinching the wild dog with all his might, he would have died, but now he was about to die.

An eight-year-old can't fight a wild dog after all.

Er Ya ran over from nowhere, holding a sharp stone and slamming it on the wild dog's head, and the wild dog wailed and flipped to the side. The stone immediately jumped up and pounced on the wild dog with all his strength, and the wood knife slashed directly at the wild dog's neck, and the wood knife even got stuck in the crack of the wild dog's bones and did not fall.

The wild dog roared loudly, rolled over and jumped, ran out with a firewood knife in his neck, blood flowed all the way, and after running a few steps, he fell to the ground, and his body kept twitching.

The stone lay on her back for a long time, and Erya waited beside her, she rarely cried now, she already knew that crying would not solve any problems. The stone gasped for breath for a long time before he had the strength to stand up, shredded his clothes and wrapped himself around the wound, and rested for a while before walking towards the wild dog.

A large group of crows has gathered on the body of the wild dog, and even if a person comes, the crow does not fly, and keeps pecking at the wild dog that is not yet dead, and the crow will twitch every time it pecks at a trace of flesh. The stone pulled out the wood knife embedded in the dog's body, and killed the dog with another stab.

Three days later, the fire burned in the wasteland, and Shi and Erya wore wild dog skins and carried dog meat on their backs to farther places.

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The heaviest rain in seven years, as if it hadn't rained in seven years, had accumulated in this rain.

The pouring rain could no longer describe the rain, the plains became legless lakes, countless lands became large rivers, and ravines became great rivers.

The rain was terrible, it rained for half a month, but the rain suddenly stopped in the middle of the day, followed by the winter gale, and all the land immediately turned into ice fields, and half of the people in the country were frozen to death on the same day, and this rain was more terrible than the seven-year drought.

Wearing a pair of straw sandals and clothes made of wild dog skin, Stone and Er Ya walked carefully on the ice. The stone was cold, and his feet had lost their instincts, so he could only rely on his remaining consciousness to open his legs. He didn't know if he could take Erya out of this ice field, he didn't know if he would die here, the endless ice was more desperate than the wasteland full of dead grass.

There is no way for the stone to solve the current dilemma other than to move on. Er Ya hadn't cried for a long time, but she just followed the stone closely, refusing to take an extra step away, as if the extra step was like separating the stone from life and death.

The stone walked more and more slowly, and his consciousness became more and more blurred, he did not want to look down, he always raised his head to look into the distance, he wanted to see hope for the first time, and he did not want to look down at the scene of ice under his feet.

I don't know how many corpses of people locked in ice I saw along the way, most of them were children like himself, and he was already a little afraid to look at his feet. He is not afraid of death, what he is afraid of is that Erya is sealed in ice like the people under his feet. Shi didn't dare to imagine this kind of thing, so he must live, and only by living himself can he ensure that Erya will also live.

Stone no longer felt hungry, his stomach was shriveled up, and he didn't know how many times he had fallen, only that he still needed to get up and keep going. Er Ya would not shed another tear, and every time the stone fell, he would pick him up, and then follow him and continue to move forward. He was afraid that he would fall asleep, knowing that if he fell asleep, he would be asleep forever. The stone looked into the distance, wondering if it was hallucinating, as if it had seen the sparkling water.

When I woke up, the first thing I saw was the road, which showed that I and Erya had finally walked out of the ice field and came to a place where there were people, and we could continue to live. He couldn't imagine how Erya dragged his fainted self here, Erya just stayed by the side, not saying a word or shedding a single tear.

Shi knew that he had to hold on, Erya was living on her own, and if she died, she wouldn't be able to live. Looking at a city at the end of the road, he stood up with difficulty, and without saying a word, continued to walk.

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At the gate of the city were four scruffy soldiers, standing crookedly, supporting the weight of their bodies with their spears, trying to make themselves as comfortable as possible. It may have been too long since they had seen anyone from the other side of the ice field, and they couldn't believe their eyes when they saw the stone and the erya.

"Boy, where did you come from?" one of the soldiers asked the stone.

The stone didn't speak, he couldn't hear anyone calling him, he just wanted to keep walking, and the long walk almost made him unconscious.

"Boy, what does your uncle ask you?" the soldier stopped in front of the stone.

The stone took Erya through the wasteland and the ice field, his nerves tense all the time, and he was always alert to the dangers around him. As soon as the soldier stopped on the road, the stone subconsciously pulled out a firewood knife and slashed it first.

Who would have thought that a seven or eight-year-old child would suddenly draw a knife and slash someone?

The soldier hurriedly took a step back, but was still slashed by the stone hatchet, and a long wound immediately appeared on the thigh, and the other three soldiers immediately laughed.

It is indeed a ridiculous thing for an adult to be injured by a child.

The soldier who was slashed by the stone was angry, brandished his spear and immediately stabbed at the stone, and the stone immediately dodged.

"Lao Huang, are you really going to kill these two babies?" said the soldier next to him casually, as if killing a few people was as simple as crushing a few ants.

"What's the point of killing two babies? Who will hold them accountable when they are killed and thrown on the ice?"

"I said, you better put them in the city, maybe the young master of the family took a fancy to capture them, this is much more interesting than you killing them. ”

"That's reasonable, but this kid can't be counted like this when he slashes me, and I'll leave him some marks. ”

How could a small child hide from a strong adult? The right hand was placed on a table by the soldier, and the soldier named Lao Huang nailed the sharpened wooden stick into the palm of his hand. No matter how strong the stone was, he couldn't help but roar, and the soldier laughed even more wantonly. Er Ya wanted to pounce but was kicked out by the other soldiers, and Er Ya cried again, but there was no sound and only tears.

The firewood knife was thrown away by the soldiers, and the stone and Erya, who had been pierced through the palm, were also driven into the city.