Wu Shiba smiled. What she said was true, but she couldn't take it seriously. She would remember the real life-saving grace and hope to repay it in the future.

An Moxue looked at the campfire in front of her and said, "If you feel unwell tonight, just say so. You're very likely to get a fever tonight. You can rest for a while, and I'll keep watch."

Fifty-eight looked at his injured leg and arm, and said with a mixture of helplessness and gratitude, "Thank you, Hummingbird."

An Moxue just smiled and didn't say anything more. She turned the pheasant in her hand, and Wushiba also turned the pheasant in his hand. The firelight shone on their faces, making them look exceptionally warm.

During the escape, it is most important to seize every opportunity to rest and recharge in order to better cope with any unexpected events that may occur.

In the cramped space, neither of them spoke. The pheasant slowly roasted and released its aroma, which was undoubtedly the most tempting thing for Fifty-Eight, who had been on the run for several days.

She unconsciously swallowed and gave An Moxue an apologetic smile: "It smells really good."

"Eat up, there's more if you're not full." An Moxue held up the pheasant in her hand.

A biting wind occasionally swept through the cave, sometimes accompanied by the howls of wild animals.

The two ate pheasant, and An Moxue occasionally added a few more pieces of firewood to the fire.

After eating and drinking their fill, the two closed their eyes to rest.

The fire gradually died down, and the night deepened.

Suddenly, the howling wind was mixed with the barking of dogs. An Moxue opened her eyes and listened carefully again, but the barking was still there.

She walked over to Fifty-Eight's side, and before she could call her, Fifty-Eight opened her eyes. The sharpness in her eyes disappeared when she saw that it was An Moxue. "What's wrong?"

"The soldiers might be catching up; I heard dogs barking," An Moxue said, speaking of the danger with an air of composure.

Fifty-eight got up and listened intently, but heard nothing. She was about to say something, but remembering An Moxue's skills, she shut her mouth and quickly packed her things.

After erasing all traces of the cave, the two emerged. The cold weather made them shiver involuntarily.

An Moxue stood up and listened. "The sound is over there. Let's walk this way!"

She pointed in one direction, then in another.

"Let's go." After saying that, Fifty-Eight took the lead and started walking.

Fifty-eight's leg injury slowed her down, so An Moxue held her uninjured arm and led her along.

The two walked from darkness to dawn, until they could hear nothing more, and then they stopped briefly.

At this moment, An Moxue smelled a faint scent of blood. She looked at Fifty-Eight and saw that her face was pale and she looked exhausted. An Moxue moved closer, and this time she could smell it more clearly.

"Did the wound on your leg reopen?"

Fifty-eight nodded and said, "Maybe, but it doesn't matter."

An Moxue helped her sit on a dead tree sheltered from the wind and said, "Before you're out of danger, remember to say so next time you find something, don't try to tough it out."

"Okay." She weakly forced a smile and managed to utter just one word.

An Moxue took out the wound medicine and gauze from her backpack, rolled up her trouser leg, and the gauze was completely stained red. She removed the blood-stained gauze from her leg, applied the wound medicine, and then re-bandaged it with gauze. She then lowered her trouser leg, buried the gauze in the snow, and then sprinkled a layer of fine snow on top.

"You sit down. I estimate the enemy won't catch up for a while. I'll go get some food and be back in a bit. Hurry up and eat something."

Fifty-eight looked at her and nodded.

*

After a while, An Moxue returned, pulling a sled and holding two wooden sticks in her hands.

Fifty-eight looked at her curiously, his eyes questioning. An Moxue smiled and said, "Snow sled. The snow in these deep mountains is very thick. The sled should be able to move. And look, the next part is downhill, so it should be much faster than walking. Plus, you won't have to worry about straining your legs. The only problem is that we have to escape the enemy's pursuit range before they spot us. These things leave traces as soon as they pass by. But as long as we're fast enough, everything will be fine. Come on, get on."

Fifty-eight was somewhat novel. The sled was made of several wooden sticks woven together at the bottom, with a layer of dead branches on top. It was quite different from a normal sled, but there was no other way. An Moxue used whatever materials she could find and made do with what she had.

She sat down behind Fifty-Eight, then sat in front of him, slung her backpack and submachine gun across her chest, picked up two wooden sticks, and started waving.

At first, it was a little unsteady, but An Moxue said, "Hold on tight to me." After saying that, she used her inner strength to start the sled moving, faster and faster, and traveled through the snow for a while.

She slid downhill and didn't hold back at all; instead, she increased her strength.

"Hold on to me to keep from falling."

Wu Shiba silently gripped An Moxue's hem, his anxiety growing with the speed of their descent. It felt like flying. An Moxue carefully controlled the direction, dodging trees and bushes, startling one pheasant after another.

The sled raced down the hillside to the bottom of the ravine, then continued its momentum for a considerable distance on the opposite hillside before finally coming to a stop.

An Moxue stood up, still somewhat unsatisfied. She patted the snow off her body and said, "How was it? Was it fun? Your arms and legs are injured. Otherwise, we could make two simple sleds and paddle even faster."

“You have a lot of jungle experience,” Fifty-eight exclaimed in admiration.

“When I have nothing to do, I occasionally go hunting in the mountains,” An Moxue said casually.

"Let's go!" She slung her backpack and submachine gun back on her back, holding the sled in one hand and the Fifty-Eight in the other.

"Once we get past this mountain, we'll need to get something hot to eat."

Fifty-eight smiled. For the first time during her escape, she felt relaxed, as if the soldiers chasing her were no problem at all. Hummingbird was truly skilled and daring!

The two of them climbed up the hillside, slid down the hillside, and climbed up the hillside again. An Moxue pointed to a place and said, "Look, that place is sheltered from the wind and secluded. Let's go there."

......

The officer leading the search team from the 17th Division was practically spitting fire as he looked at his subordinates!

"You've mobilized so many people to find a wounded fugitive, and after five days you still haven't found him. What are you trying to do? A bunch of useless idiots!"

"Sir, please calm down. She got a backup yesterday. He killed our fallen soldier; he's an excellent marksman. And this morning, we found their trail. It's only a matter of time before we catch up with them. I'm confident we can capture her."

"That would be best. You even let a woman escape and take important military secrets from our army. Now hurry up and go!"

"yes."