diving cat

When I woke up and opened my eyes, the surroundings were deadly silent, and the fog was still thick.This sleep was so comfortable, Han Bei sat up and sat sluggishly for a few minutes, his mind was blank, and he wiped his face chaotically, he finally remembered where he was, and immediately jumped up like a carp, He took out his glasses and put them on, and called out in a panic, "Zheng Xia?"

No one answered, the group disappeared!

Han Bei glanced at his watch. It was nine o'clock, and he had only slept for less than an hour. Those bastards should not have gone far, so hurry up and catch up with them!

He dug out the water bottle from his bag and took a sip of water. Only then did Han Bei feel that he was terribly hungry, and his stomach was growling. He wolfed down a pack of compressed biscuits, chewing as he walked, wondering: How strange, how could he be so hungry?But he didn't think much about it, he raised his head and looked around. Qiu Zhengxia must have led someone to the southwest direction of the king's tomb.

Without a compass, Young Master Han was not good at guessing the direction, so he gulped a few more sips of water, intending to find the tallest pillar and climb up to see the situation.Unexpectedly, looking left and right, the more he looked, the more confused he became. He clearly remembered that there was a stone pillar four or five meters high, standing out of the stone forest like a flock of chickens. Why is it gone now?

Han Bei found a nearby stone pillar, biting a biscuit, and climbed to the top with hands and feet. The fog on the top of the pillar was not as thick as that below, and he could see farther, but he still had no clue.

"Qiu Zhengxia! Qiu Zhengxia..." Han Bei put his hand around his mouth and shouted loudly, "Is there—someone? If you hear it, let out a squeak—"

After shouting dryly for more than ten minutes, not even a bird squeaked, Han Bei said helplessly, "It's the middle of winter, these bastards can walk faster than rabbits..."

Han Bei cursed and climbed down the stone pillar and rushed to the southwest, but it was not all in vain. He deduced the direction from the distribution of vegetation on the top of the stone pillar.Du Yin added dozens of bullets to him. The backpack was heavy, but it didn't affect his speed. The quality of that hour's sleep was surprisingly high. He felt refreshed and his steps were much easier.

He kept on driving for a while until noon, and all the people passing by were similar scenes, and there was no difference between stone pillars and stone pillars. Han Bei began to panic, feeling a little lost.It stands to reason that the group of people couldn't see the way and fumbled forward. His footsteps were fast. If the direction was correct, he should have caught up with him long ago!

At twelve o'clock at noon, Young Master Han sat on the muddy floor and opened the only package of compressed biscuits left, and stuffed one corner into his mouth. He was concerned about Qiu Zhengxia, and he ran and jumped for more than three hours, and he was hungry again.

A long, fat worm like a roundworm got out of the soil, moved and climbed onto Young Master Han's shoe.

Young Master Han roared, jumped up, kicked the bug away, and slapped all the limbs that had touched the mud, especially his butt, so hard that he felt pain.Then, he realized that his military boots were almost covered in mud, which was unbearable!

Young Master Han squatted down, tore off a small piece of cloth from the pocket of his clothes, and wiped the shoes carefully. After wiping one, he was about to wipe the other when he suddenly realized that he forced himself to stand up straight, not paying attention to the shoes. Think about what to do next.After looking at the consistent stone forest, my neck hurts, but I still can't think of a way to find the correct route.Thinking of Qiu Zhengxia's maddened roar when he couldn't find him, his heart ached and he kept blaming himself, he was so anxious to hug that dog to comfort him, he was going crazy!

He lowered his head, looked at a clean upper and a dirty upper, his mind was full of: wipe?Do not wipe!Wipe it?Do not wipe!

After a fierce ideological struggle, Young Master Han, who was a bit of a cleanliness freak and obsessive-compulsive disorder, squatted down again, polished his shoes, and thought: "What kind of shoes are you shining at this time..."

From nowhere, there was a slight sound, Han Bei dropped the rag, and drew his gun vigilantly: "Who?"

"Ka Ka Ka..." is the sound of stones hitting each other.

Han Bei followed the sound for about ten meters, and smelled the faint smell of blood. He walked around the stone pillars that blocked his sight, and saw a cluster of stone forests that had been blasted. .

Han Bei probed his breath, although he knew it was useless: the man's lower body was blown to pieces, his blood had dried up, and he had been dead for many days.

Untied the light machine gun on the corpse, but found a walkie-talkie instead of extra bullets!Han Bei turned on the walkie-talkie and searched: "Hello! Is there anyone? Is there anyone?"

No one responded except for the "rustling" noise.

Han Bei buckled the walkie-talkie around his waist and carried the light machine gun on his back. He struggled to find a foothold in the gravel and moved a few steps. Under the gravel, there was a terrifying river of blood buried. pieces of meat.There was a tragic fight here, and more than one person died, and it happened several days ago. The smell of blood has faded away, but the smell in the air is still bad. Han Bei covered his nose and lamented: I just shoe shine...

"Ka Ka Ka Ka..." The sound of stone knocking sounded again, coming from under a small stone pile.

Han Bei walked around the stone pile and found nothing unusual.

"Kakaka..." The strange voice sounded again.Han Bei lay down and was horrified to see a thin and small hand holding the stone sticking out from under the stone pile. It was so dirty that it was almost mixed with the soil.

"Hey! Hey!" Han Bei tried to dig open the pile of stones, but he couldn't push away the big rock on the top of the pile of stones with all his strength. He held that hand and asked happily, "Are you alive?" ?”

As if responding to his nonsense, the owner of the hand had a strong desire to survive, so he held his hand tightly and never let go.

"You wait for me, I'll be back after I leave for a while."

When the owner of the hand heard this, he squeezed even tighter, as if he would not let go.

Han Bei smiled wryly: "I'll find a wooden stick to pry open the stone, and I'll be back soon. Don't worry, I will save you! I will, I promise."

The owner of the hand hesitated for a long time and let go.

Han Bei forgot, this was originally at the bottom of the lake, there wasn't even a taller shrub, so where did the stick come from?After searching for a long time, I found nothing.He squatted in the gravel dejectedly, digging left and right, digging out a roll of ammunition belt for a light machine gun, not to mention taking it for himself, and putting it in his bag—wait a minute, a light machine gun can be used as a wooden stick ah!

Going back to the stone pile happily, Young Master Han pried open the big rock with the barrel of a gun, and the rest were some smaller broken stones. Lie on the ground motionless, wearing a dirty lama suit, he looks like a teenager.

Han Bei subconsciously rubbed the seam of his trousers with his hands, not daring to touch him again, and suddenly felt a sudden: Suolangqiongda, a little lama who can poison?

The little lama moved and turned stiffly to one side. A large piece of his head was missing, and his brains were all drained out. He was already dead.A man struggled to crawl out from under the corpse. He was well protected, but he was still alive, and he was also a little lama. He managed to sit up, vomited a lump of mud in his mouth, grabbed the corpse and shook it, his vocal cords hissed and vibrated: " Solange! Solange..."

What a crime!The two young lamas are still underage. At this age, they should be studying in school!Thinking of Ah Mao's terrifying skin, Han Bei stood guardedly far away from him, "Little brother, I'm leaving, take care of yourself."

The little lama couldn't see him, so he stretched out his hand to grab a handful in a daze, and said hoarsely, "Brother, please save my brother, please..."

Han Bei persuaded with full of sympathy: "I'm sorry, he is dead, please mourn."

The little lama widened his unfocused eyes, as if he couldn't understand the words. He blinked his eyes, lowered his head, trembling and stroking the face of his dead relative, his expression distorted in pain, and finally wept loudly.

Han Bei felt very uncomfortable, he didn't want to leave, he didn't want to leave, he stood at the side helplessly and comforted: "Little brother, don't cry, see if you are hurt..."

The little lama didn't respond to him, and cried and hugged the corpse tightly. Although he couldn't make a clear sound, he was heartbroken and grief-stricken.

Han Bei let go of his vigilance, squatted beside the little lama, took out a sweat towel, poured some water to wet it, and wiped his face, "Little brother, wait for the fog to clear and go home. I'll leave the water for you. There's half a pack of biscuits..."

The little lama raised his dirty face, grabbed his cuff, and choked up, "Brother, don't leave me..."

"Oh, I have something urgent to do, so I can't accompany you." The head of the light machine gun was tilted, and Han Bei threw away the ammunition belt he had just picked up. If you don't find Xiang Jiuru and ask about the details of the next medicine, you will become a big sister!

"Brother, take me!" The little lama tugged at him: "I know you are a good person, take me with you! I can't go out alone! I'm afraid!"

"Little brother, I'm not a good person. I also came to rob graves, but I'm not with you." Han Bei put on a handsome face, pretending to be fierce on purpose.

Unfortunately, the little lama could not see his expression at all, and begged helplessly: "Brother, I am not a burden, I will poison you, and I can help you!"

Han Bei raised his forehead: "..."

"And I can walk by myself, so I won't drag you down!" The little lama stood up unsteadily, and fell face down before he could stand still.

Han Bei quickly helped him up, "Your name is Qiongda, right?"

The little lama covered his sore nose and cried pitifully: "Yeah!"

"I'll take you, but you have to promise me that you won't poison people anymore."

Qiongda grinned and cried again, and nodded vigorously: "Yeah!"

"Okay, let's go! I'm in a hurry. Do you want to say goodbye to your brother?" Han Bei urged.

Qiongda crawled to the side of Suolang's body, murmured a few words of Tibetan in his ear, and then lay down on the ground, weeping and kowtow, his shoulders trembling.

Han Bei carried the bag to his chest, stuffed the water bottle and compressed biscuits into his hands, "You don't have the strength, hurry up and eat something, I'll carry you first."