After two years of marriage, the officer husband can’t stand it any longer.

Lu Nanchen knocked on the rock and put his ear to it to listen. If there was wind noise, it meant that the mountain was not thick and could be easily detected by radar.

But he heard nothing.

"Help me over there."

Zhao Fugui was stunned for a moment, then reacted slowly: "Oh~"

He took Lu Nanchen to the entrance of the cave. Through the crack, he could see that it was dusk outside, which meant that the weather had cleared.

"Battal Commander, we are short of supplies, we don't have tools, and we have a child. If the rescue team can't find him..."

Lu Nanchenqiang felt that his head was going to explode. This man talked so much nonsense. He tried hard to hold back the irritability in his heart.

Seeing that the battalion commander was ignoring him, Zhao Fugui immediately shut up. Yesterday, he was sharing life and death, but now he has a straight face. Who is he?

"Does the flashlight still work? Have you checked?"

Zhao Fugui nodded: "I checked, the satellite phone and flashlight are both out of order."

He tried it last night. If it worked, he would have contacted the rescue team long ago. Why wait until now?

Lu Nanchen sat down again and started to sort out the supplies with only the dim light. Medicines and the like were enough, but now he was mainly short of food and water.

The two adults, he and Zhao Fugui, could carry it for a few days, but the child couldn't bear it.

Pick up the satellite phone, dig out the mini tool bag, and use a screwdriver to separate the phone and flashlight.

The antenna of the satellite phone is broken, which means it cannot be repaired. The flashlight just got water. If you assemble some parts of the phone into the flashlight, it should still work.

Lu Nanchen took it apart and inspected it. Fortunately, he was good at physics back then. When his wife had nothing to do, she would also build small gadgets to do experiments. She had seen it a lot, so she was influenced by it.

"Battal Commander, you are the eldest son of the Lu family, how can you still do this kind of work?"

A cloud of crows flew overhead.

...Speechless!

Hearing these words, he frowned slightly and couldn't help but curse in his heart: Does this have anything to do with being the eldest young master of the Lu family? Isn't it because of knowledge?

Zhao Fugui changed his mind and said, "I mean, you are knowledgeable."

"Speak less and save your energy. There is no water source here." Lu Nanchen responded calmly.

What he said was right. Talking too much makes you thirsty.

Zhao Fugui squatted aside timidly and touched his stomach. He was indeed very hungry. He should leave the last pack of biscuits to the children.

At the same time, they also hope that the battalion commander can repair the flashlight. After all, this flashlight with a range of three thousand meters is the only item they have that can send out a distress signal.

"Hmm~hum..."

The child suddenly cried. Zhao Fugui immediately moved his position, held the child in his arms and coaxed: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, uncle is here."

The child groaned in grievance: "Uncle, my mother was trapped by the house. I saw her bleeding a lot."

Zhao Fugui patted the little boy's back gently: "It's okay. We can see mom when we get out."

The little boy shook his head: "I will never see her again. I called her for a long time, and finally she was buried in the sand, ah ah ah ah ah..."

Zhao Fugui's nose was blocked, and he felt so sad that he couldn't help but turn red. The natural disaster was so ruthless that such a young child could witness his mother's death in front of his eyes.

"What's your name?"

The little boy sobbed and replied: "Xia, Xia Lang, is five years old."

"Okay, Xiao Lang, don't cry now. Uncle asks you, are you and your mother the only ones at home?"

The child nodded: "Grandma is sick. Dad took her to the city hospital to see a doctor. Mom and I are at home." The boy sobbed deeply: "Uncle, uncle, I know that my mother will not come back. I feel so sad..."

This brought Zhao Fugui to tears. When he was very young, his mother passed away from bone cancer. He was so helpless and fragile at the time that he refused to let his father cremate his mother's body.

I remember that because of this incident, I ignored my dad for a whole year when I was eight years old.

After crying, the child fell asleep again. Zhao Fugui touched the little boy's face and body to make sure it was not hot, then he breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the tears from his eyes.

The light gradually dimmed, and Lu Nanchen was unable to review the subsequent processes and could only wait for the dawn of tomorrow to rise.