Chapter 295: Survival from a Desperate Situation
The cliff is too high and there are too many trees.
When a tractor takes on a tree, the tree usually wins.
However, they did not die. Even in the most serious car accidents, there are often people who survive, while sometimes just a small collision can break a person's spine and kill him on the spot.
The key is posture and timing.
Well, it all depends on luck.
Apparently their only victory now is luck.
"Song Moting!"
She called out in a low voice.
No response.
He feels no pain.
Song Moting thought that maybe he should feel pain, but he didn't.
This is good because no one likes pain.
Everything seems distant and unreal.
He knew he should try to get up, there was an urgent reason he had to get up, but he didn't want to move at all.
All right!
He couldn't move anyway.
Maybe I'll be able to get up in a moment.
No, no, Song Moting couldn't lie to himself, even now.
Especially now.
He doesn't want to die.
But if he continues like this he will die, but it doesn't matter.
If he still had a choice, he would not give up easily and would protect the people he loved, but all the choices were gone and the feeling of letting go was so heavy.
He could feel his life slipping away, each breath getting slower and slower.
"Song Moting!"
She called out again, insistently, while grabbing his shoulders and trying to pull him up.
It felt like dragging a log, and his head lolled to the side, blood dripping from his nose and chin.
She knew that it was obviously useless to delay him like this.
Once she dragged him down, she would have to fight against gravity.
This height is not very high though.
He would fall straight out of the tree.
Unfortunately, two trees on the ground that were hit by their tractor became obstacles.
A branch pierced the back of the tractor like a thorn in a trap. The sharp tip of the branch was angled upward, and if he was not careful, he would be in danger of being stabbed. So she looked around for something to pad the branch.
Her first thought was their luggage, but she couldn't find it.
It was sitting in the bed of the tractor, now empty.
It may have been lost as the tractor rolled over.
The tractor is now clean, and the only thing Jiang Xiaoxiao can use is her military coat.
What she needed right now was something thick that could hold back the sharp branches, and this coat seemed to be the only thing that would work.
The problem is still not high enough.
She couldn't reach him, let alone move him down.
Inspiration came.
She quickly took out the food from the space. Wasting the food at this time would bring punishment from God, but she had no time to think about it.
Two bags of grain were placed on the branches as additional bedding.
In order to prevent Song Moting from falling and rolling down.
She continued to take a few more bags of food.
Jiang Xiaoxiao drank a bottle of peach juice and seemed to feel much better than before.
She jumped onto the tractor's bed again. This height was the only angle at which she could pull Song Moting.
“Brother Song, I’m sorry if I hit your wound when I pulled you down this time.”
Talking to oneself makes one feel that the space is not empty.
Her biggest worry was that it was getting dark.
Once wild beasts appeared in the jungle, the two of them would actually feed them.
Her fighting ability is not convincing enough.
Also looking for tractor drivers.
If this goes on, it will be difficult for her to get through the night alone, let alone find someone to take care of the wounded.
The current situation is really bad.
A low moan escaped from the back of his throat.
Jiang Xiaoxiao hurriedly shook him, "Brother Song! Brother Song, wake up!"
This time the fall of the tree is more heartbreaking than the last time.
Song Moting had no other reaction.
She took a few more deep breaths, unsure of how to handle the situation.
The air I breathed in was cold, a breeze mixed with the pungent smell of evergreens that hit me like a slap in the face.
She thought again.
If you don't know the situation, you can only do it at the risk of getting hurt.
If possible, she would be willing to give Song Moting and peach juice to prolong his life, but the problem was that in her current position, she couldn't even feed him, let alone drink it.
Song Moting couldn't hold on for long hanging on the tree.
She was pulling him down, using the principle of leverage, gravity helping a lot.
As his head and shoulders slid down, she shifted her position so she was more underneath him.
Let more of his body land on her to avoid causing secondary damage.
But God knew that Song Moting was dead heavy and completely limp. He had no strength at all and was unable to help himself gain leverage.
So she had to protect his head.
She paused for a moment to catch her breath, then she pulled herself back again, her knees raised and her heels pressed against the sack, dragging him along.
His weight caused him to slide forward and fall heavily off the branch, landing on top of her and slamming her into a pile of grain.
God!
She could finally see his face now. The horrible wound had passed through about three inches of his scalp, slanting through his forehead and stopping at his right eyebrow.
She had a lot of first aid knowledge, and a wound to the scalp could cause severe blood loss.
His facial features were obscured, and his military coat and trousers were soaked with dark blood.
He weighs at least a thousand pounds.
She panted and pushed beneath him, flipping him over onto his back.
Her strength was draining away quickly, and she sat for a moment, head bowed, trying to catch her breath again.
Her feet felt extremely cold and uncomfortable, and her clothes were stuck with snow and frozen into pieces.
Maybe she didn't fall to death, but the cold here might freeze her to death soon.
Song Moting's breathing became heavier.
Jiang Xiaoxiao called again.
"Brother Song?"
He swallowed and murmured in a low voice,
“Where am I?”
She gave a quick, breathless laugh.
They were still in dire straits, but at least he was regaining consciousness.
"The tractor hit us. We both survived, but you have a big wound on your head. I need to stop the bleeding."
She slowly rose to her knees; she was freezing.
The only thing to be thankful for was that apart from the head injury, Song Moting had no other internal injuries, and the same was true for himself.
This is a blessing in disguise.
The snow is still falling, and at this rate it will be enough to cover everything in one night.
It's enough to kill them here.
Song Moting murmured with difficulty.
Jiang Xiaoxiao leaned close to his lips before she understood.
Make a fire!
yes!
They need fire.
Fire is a good thing.
It can not only keep you warm, but also send a powerful signal.
At this moment, her hands were turning purple from the cold, her body was shaking like a sieve, and one of her feet was still shoeless.
This situation prompted her to quickly decide to build a fire.
The cold made her think of making a fire, which was further evidence that the shock, or the cold, or both, had slowed her thinking.
She wrapped herself tightly in her coat, grateful for even the meagre warmth in the cold, but she was so wet that nothing would keep her warm unless she dried herself first.
Jiang Xiaoxiao wrapped Song Moting tightly in his coat and fed him a bottle of peach juice, and put any crappy treatment aside for now.
This is all she can do now.
"I'm going to go find some firewood. You wait here for me."
Song Moting smiled helplessly.
"Is there anywhere else I can go?"
The rare humor dispelled the gloom just now.
Jiang Xiaoxiao stood up, feeling dizzy.
Damn concussion, she forgot.
But now, between a concussion and freezing to death, she would rather have a concussion.
She moved her steps slowly.
(End of this chapter)
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