After waking up several times and falling asleep several times, the sky finally dawned. Chaotic opened his eyes only to feel a terrible headache, and the burning sensation in his throat indicated that he had a cold.

Struggling to get up and look for a branch to light a fire, eating bread and began to think about how to live in the next few days, I still have two barley cakes and half a bottle of mineral water on my body at the moment, in addition to the dagger and fire, I was trained in the wilderness survival back then, I can't starve to death if I stay in the wild for half a month, as for the two bundles of Indian rupees are not useful now, first, there are no people here, and second, even if there are people, I dare not go over to buy food.

After simply eating something, I got up and went south, and at the same time I was looking for plant roots that could satisfy my stomach, but unfortunately I didn't see any edible plants when I walked out of a few miles, and I didn't know many plants, and I couldn't find food to make me completely frowned, it seems that my next ten days will definitely not be better, and the methods of identifying plants taught by the army are useless here, after all, our wild survival textbooks were compiled according to the common plants in my country, who would have thought that I would run to other countries to survive in the wild。

Raise your hand and pinch the finger to feel the breath in your body, and find that your aura is much thicker than before, and you will definitely be able to recover the red aura in less than two days, as long as you have the red aura, you can cast some subtle spells, and the red aura can also support your night vision. I feel very relieved to think of this, and the days without purple qi are really unbearable.

The area on India's border with China is a gravelly wooded landscape with all kinds of weeds and vines, but fortunately there is no dew on the higher ground, otherwise the clothes would have been wet. Even so, the feeling of moving forward with grass and walking in the forest is completely different, and it is time-consuming and laborious to walk, and it is only more than 20 miles to walk until noon.

As soon as I was hungry for activity, I took out the barley cakes and looked at them and put them back, there were only two cakes left, and I was really reluctant to pay Lang money, because I didn't find any plants to satisfy my stomach along the way. There are two reasons for this, one is because I have limited knowledge of high-altitude plants, and the other is that it is summer, and the tubers from last winter have basically sprouted and are empty, and the fruits have not yet grown.

In the next few days, I lived a very hard life, and I traveled fifty or sixty miles a day to satisfy my hunger with only one loaf of bread, and I was dizzy from hunger. Fortunately, I found a water source in the mountains and forests to solve the problem of water diversion, and although I was hungry, I was not thirsty. On the morning of the third day, the aura finally returned to red, and the wind movement was pinched to speed up the march.

On the afternoon of the third day, I used the Meditation Technique to finally discover the human breath thirty miles away, which should be a large village based on its distribution and number.

I was immediately glad to find that there was food for somebody, and I could go and observe it first, and if they didn't like outsiders, I could wait for an opportunity to steal something to eat. If they are kinder, I still carry two bundles of large Indian rupees with me, and I can go and exchange them for food.

Thinking of this, I can't help but feel good, with food, I have a better time for the rest of the days, and after staying quietly for ten days, my purple qi can recover, and it seems that the hard days are finally over.

Quickly and excitedly walked towards the village, in the evening finally saw the village where he had appeared, and was immediately disappointed at first sight, according to the number of people he had seen before, this village should be very large, but when he got closer, he found that this village was not as big as he imagined, and there were no neat houses as I imagined, and many children were playing around the buildings like more than a dozen livestock sheds, and more than a dozen women ** Most of them cook in a pot at the door of the shed, while the men water a green crop in the field not far away.

"That's what Indian women look like. "I lay on my stomach in the grass and muttered to myself. I have seen Indians on TV and movies before, and I feel that Indian women are white and exotic, but these women in front of me are not like that at all, the complexion on their faces is not black or yellow, and the gray is not like mouse skin. The figure is not the kind of water snake waist at all, but it is loose and quite bloated, and the body is not so much a dress as a fancy sheet, the top one wraps the chest and shoulders, and the lower one wraps the buttocks and thighs, but there is a bucket waist and navel in the middle, and the face is wrapped in a big scarf on a hot day, and the fan used to fan the wind and cook in the hand is also lifted up from time to time to bring two fans to myself, I look at it in my eyes and wonder if they are hot or cold.

The children who were playing had the same dark brown skin, but the spirit was quite big, although the tattered clothes did not affect their interest in kicking the broken basketball that had burst into the skin as a football, chirping and kicking the basketball around, and the women who were cooking would turn their heads from time to time to shout a few times, and I naturally did not understand a word of their rapping and awkward words, but according to their tone, they should be telling the children not to kick the ball into their own pot when playing.

I stretched out my head and looked at it for a long time before I retracted my gaze, and then I was stunned for a long time, if it weren't for the obvious Indian characteristics of the women's clothes, I would have wondered if I had come to the indigenous tribes of Africa, why the Indians were so poor, and then I thought about it again, and finally understood that this was probably a slum.

Although the living conditions of the inhabitants of this slum are worrying, I do not pity them, people's way of life is determined by themselves, who makes them so poor and so able to live. On the contrary, I am also a little glad that I have met such a group of poor people, because the most lacking thing for the poor is money, although I don't know what the prices in India are, but my two bundles of Indian rupees are 1,000 denominations, one is equivalent to more than 100 yuan, and one should still be okay for a meal.

Having made up their minds, they began to boldly leave the woods and head to the village below, where a foul smell came over them, and it turned out that this low bush was their latrine. Looking at the filth all over the floor, I couldn't help but frown again, how come this group of people don't even have a toilet.

Based on my past experience, children are always the easiest to get along with, so the first thing I get close to is the group of children who are playing football.

The buttons on his clothes had long been gone, his chest and belly were covered with scarred scars, and his long hair was unkempt, and he was fair to say that he would not see people with this face if he was not hungry, because he considered that his image was too scary, so he took out a few Indian rupees from his arms and put them in his hand before approaching the child, and then he leaned forward cautiously.

Soon a child spotted me, shouting loudly to tell the other companions of my existence, and I hurriedly stopped moving, raised my hand and shook the money in my hand, while trying to squeeze out a kind smile.

Who knew that it was better not to laugh, but this smile frightened the children who were looking at me sideways like bees that had exploded their nests and fled in all directions, and the women who were cooking also found me after hearing the cries of the children, and put down the spoons in their hands and shouted at the men who were working in the fields not far away.

The shrill cries of the women frightened me before I could call back the men, and in a panic I could only shake the money in my hand and point to the steaming cauldrons, indicating that I had no ill intentions and had come here to buy their food.

To be sure, the smell of food coming from those cauldrons was not the familiar smell of sauce or oil, but a pungent smell with a sour and spicy smell, but this pungent smell was very tempting to me after I had been hungry for four or five days, so although I knew that the men might be rough with me when they came back, I still had the courage to stay.

Soon the men rushed back after hearing the shouts of their mother-in-law and children, to be honest, the posture of twenty or thirty men running together was still very scary, and I was very worried when I looked at the group of fierce men who were gradually running closer, so as not to mistake me for a wild man, so I put the banknotes on the ground and turned away a little.

After the men ran back to the village, they found me standing at the edge of the village according to the direction of the jumping and shouting girls, and I saw that the other party was holding a farm tool with a bad face, and hurriedly stretched out my hand to point to the money on the ground and the cauldron they were cooking to show my intention.

As long as it is a social animal, it will have a leader, and so will people. Soon out of the crowd on the other side was an elderly man with a high eyebrow bone and a scarred face, and the old man walked over and picked up the money on the ground, and turned to look at me with squinted eyes.

Although our Ziyangguan is not good at the art of face-to-face, this old man's appearance makes people know at a glance that he is not a kind person. Even so, I smiled and nodded as I met his gaze.

The old man with Scarface looked at me for a moment, then turned to shout.

The Indian language was so fast that I couldn't understand what he was saying, so I could only point to the cauldron again and make a gesture of eating.

Seeing that I had not answered his words, the old man came up with a pickaxe in his hand, and stopped five paces away from me to look at me with a wrinkled nose.

Seeing this, I hurriedly stretched out my hand and pointed to the clothes I was wearing, and then raised my hand to brush away the hair that covered my face, indicating that I was not a wild man.

Who knows it's okay not to pull my hair, after I brushed my hair, the old man saw my face clearly, and instantly became excited, turned around and pointed at Dongfang Chong, shouting something to the people behind him.

Although I didn't know what this guy said, but I heard the anger contained in his words, plus his fingers jumped and jumped in the east, and from time to time he raised his finger to point to the scar on his face, I noticed that the scar on this old man's face was wide and shallow, and under normal circumstances only bullets can cause this kind of abrasion, and I quickly understood the reason for his anger: this old man must have experienced the Sino-Indian war in the late fifties and early sixties, and he hated the Chinese.

Sure enough, after hearing his words, the people behind the old man rushed towards me with all kinds of farm tools, seeing that the posture was to avenge the old man.

If I had eaten and drunk enough at the moment, it would not have been a problem to beat him three or five times with the grappling and fighting of the troops, but it is a pity that I am now hungry with my chest against my back, and I still have the strength to fight even when I walk, so when I see everyone rushing towards me, I can only pinch my fingers and turn around and run.

Motherland, I have disgraced you