Rebirth 1983: The counterattack started from hunting in the mountains

Zhang Yaoyang had no time to care about so many things as he had a mission to complete.

He blew the whistle a few more times to confirm the specific location of the trapped people.

He stood up and looked around, and said solemnly: "We should not stay here for long. Everyone, cheer up and follow these footprints. It is important to find other people."

Everyone nodded, gathered their thoughts, and continued walking along the blurred footprints.

The forest became deeper and darker, the light became dimmer, and the rotten branches and leaves creaked underfoot, as if they were the whispers of evil spirits hidden in the darkness.

When we reached a valley, the view suddenly opened up.

But before they could breathe a sigh of relief, they saw a black wild leopard standing on a tree branch, peeping at them from above, in the posture of a hunter.

In other words, Zhang Yaoyang reacted quickly and fired the shotgun in his hand just in time when the other party pounced on him.

The Black Panther was hit without any suspense and fell to the ground.

Everyone present was so frightened that they dared not even breathe.

They really didn't notice this ghostly beast, but anyone who passed by this place would be killed by this beast.

Fortunately, they have a village chief. As long as they hold on to the village chief’s thighs tightly and don’t break any taboos, their lives will be safe.

The sound of the gunshot seemed quite inspiring.

Following the sound of the mountain wind, Zhang Yaoyang vaguely heard someone calling the village chief.

It seems that they are not far from rescuing people.

Next, I saw many more red tree trunks that were exactly the same as the previous ones.

Everyone left carefully, not daring to touch anything.

But one person still fell into the trap again.

The other party was really unlucky. When he passed under the tree, a leaf happened to fall and landed on his neck.

Although the leaves were removed in time.

But in an instant, the area became red and swollen.

This person's wailing and screaming were really terrifying.

Zhang Yaoyang looked at some medicinal herbs on the roadside and randomly picked some that could reduce inflammation. He rubbed them to extract juice and carefully applied it to the two of them.

But it did work, but it was short-lived, and the pain returned after a short while.

Zhang Yaoyang doesn't have the experience to take care of them.

The rest of the villagers could only learn to pick herbs and then apply them carefully.

After struggling in the woods for half an hour, we finally saw a group of disheveled and miserable villagers huddled in a corner in a cave.

When they saw Zhang Yaoyang and others, their eyes instantly turned red and they shouted excitedly.

"Great, you guys are finally here. If you hadn't come, we would have died here!"

Their condition was very bad. They were all lying on the ground with redness and swelling all over their bodies. It was obvious that they were in the same condition as the two villagers.

They found this themselves. There are so many mountains, they could go anywhere, but they had to get this red liquid.

The brighter something is, the more poisonous it is. There is no need to be vigilant at all.

The two groups hugged each other and cried, the joy of reunion after the disaster diluted some of the fatigue.

Zhang Yaoyang comforted everyone with a few words, quickly counted the number of people and checked the injuries. Fortunately, there were no casualties.

After everyone calmed down, he said in a deep voice: "It's too dangerous here, we have to leave as soon as possible."

Then he warned: "If you are sick, don't touch them. If you are healthy, listen carefully, don't touch the strange tree with your bare hands. You may get poison on yourself and cause unnecessary trouble."

Zhang Yaoyang looked solemn and loudly warned everyone. After he finished speaking, he waved his hand and led a few nimble and strong men to walk quickly into the depths of the forest. The most urgent task at the moment was to quickly make a few stretchers and transfer the sick people out safely.

Although this forest is vast and has many trees, not every tree can be cut down and used.

Zhang Yaoyang's eyes were as sharp as torches. He scanned the forest and quickly locked onto several types of trees that the villagers often cut when they went up the mountain to chop firewood.

These trees are tough yet light, with regular texture, making them perfect for stretcher frames. The stretchers made from them are stable and strong, ensuring to the greatest extent possible that there will be no problems during transportation.

After a busy work, the simple but practical stretcher was completed.

Everyone turned back and looked at the 15 sick young people lying on the ground, all with worried looks on their faces.

These young people were tortured by illness and looked haggard, with sunken eye sockets, sunken cheeks, and distinct ribs. The clothes that once fit them well now hung loosely on their bodies, as if they were wrapped around a bunch of bony skeletons.

Because of this, a lot of effort was saved when carrying them. Two people carried a stretcher in a group. Although it looked strenuous, at least they could move forward step by step.

Zhang Yaoyang directed everyone to carefully place the sick young man onto two bamboo rafts. The rafts were heavy and sank slightly, swaying on the water, as if they could not bear the weight, but they still stubbornly carried the weight.

At this time, the turbulent water was like a pair of invisible but powerful hands, pushing the bamboo raft forward. Zhang Yaoyang stood at the front of the bamboo raft, holding a long pole, staring at the direction of the water, tapping the water surface from time to time to correct the direction. The others were also concentrating, holding on to the edge of the bamboo raft tightly, not daring to slack off.

"Everyone hold on! This current is helping us. If we follow it, we can cut the distance in half. Just hold on."

Zhang Yaoyang shouted at the top of his voice to cheer everyone up, trying to dispel the gloom and fatigue lingering in everyone's hearts.

Having said that, this journey is by no means an easy one.

Halfway through the journey, the water surface suddenly rose and fell, and the rushing water was like an enraged beast, roaring and surging, and the waves hit the bamboo raft one after another.

The bamboo raft shook violently and creaked, and the ropes connecting them were stretched so tight that they were about to break, and they almost fell apart several times.

Everyone was so frightened that their faces turned pale, but they gritted their teeth and tried their best to keep steady. Some even lay directly on the stretcher and used their bodies to protect their sick companions.

Fortunately, with God's help, after some thrilling maneuvers, the bamboo raft drifted safely to a shallow beach.

The current was gentle here, and the sand and rocks at the bottom of the water were clearly visible. Zhang Yaoyang breathed a sigh of relief, jumped off the bamboo raft first, stepped into the knee-deep shallow water, and called out to everyone: "We've reached the shallows, everyone, work harder and get the stretchers down!"

Everyone worked together to lift the stretcher steadily ashore.

But before everyone could recover, new problems arose.

Looking at the winding, muddy and slippery downhill path in front of him, Zhang Yaoyang frowned and said in a deep voice: "The road ahead is not easy to walk on. We can only drag one person and move slowly down the mountain. Everyone cheer up!"

After saying that, he bent down, picked up the rope at one end of the stretcher, put it on his shoulder, held it tightly with both hands, took the lead in exerting force, and took the first step with difficulty while dragging the stretcher.

Seeing this, the others followed suit, forming groups of two, with one pulling in front and one pushing from behind, cooperating with each other and stumbling forward on the steep mountain road.

The mountain road was rugged and difficult to walk on. The ground was like a sticky swamp. Every step you took seemed to be stuck, and it was difficult to move your legs. The fallen trees were scattered all over the place, like natural roadblocks. People could only grit their teeth and move them away with great effort, or squeeze sideways through narrow gaps. Sharp stones were hidden in the mud, and if you were not careful, you would stumble and fall.

But even so, no one complained or backed down, and everyone held their breath and followed Zhang Yaoyang's steps, because everyone knew that they were the only hope for these sick young people at this moment, and only by working together could they get through this gate of hell.

Zhang Yaoyang would occasionally look back to check on the team and shout to encourage everyone: "We are almost at the foot of the mountain, hold on! Let's get everyone back safely!"