Chapter 68 Taotao's lucky incense for Brother Nansheng... (2)
Someone... gasped in pain.
Bai Nansheng asked: "Tao, Tao Wei? Qingsong?"
Wang Qingsong's hoarse voice immediately rang out, "Nansheng, are you, are you still alive?"
Bai Nansheng raised his head slightly and looked around for a while, confirming that it was already dawn and the three of them were still lying there.
Except, there were strange plants growing around him?
Bai Nansheng was thirsty and hungry, so he simply tore off a few leaves from the plant, stuffed them into his mouth, and chewed them before eating.
——The leaves are quite rough and a bit bitter, but they are very juicy.
After swallowing the juicy leaves, the burning hunger in his stomach was temporarily relieved. Bai Nansheng breathed a sigh of relief and pulled off a few more leaves and handed them to Wang Qingsong, "Qingsong, you should eat something too. We need to maintain our strength..."
Wang Qingsong took the leaves and ate them with a crunch.
The two men took a break, slowly got up and checked Tao Wei.
Tao Wei is also still alive.
But his injuries were the most serious and he now had a high fever.
When Nan Sheng sat up, he realized that the leaves he and Wang Qingsong had just eaten were sprouted from the lucky sachet his sister gave him?
He was stunned.
But he didn't think too much at this moment. He stumbled to find the body of the American soldier who had shot him before, and seized a lot of weapons.
Next, Nansheng and Wang Qingsong watched over Tao Wei, firing a gun every hour...
The vegetation here is lush and most of it is different from the plants in my hometown. Nansheng and Wang Qingsong were hungry, but they didn't dare to eat anything else, so they had to keep pulling out the leaves that sprouted from the sachet and eating them. They also squeezed out the juice from the leaves and fed it to Tao Wei.
It was not until noon on the third day, when Nansheng pulled the trigger and fired again, about three to five minutes later, a loud shout was finally heard in the distance, "Who! Who is firing the gun——"
Nansheng and Wang Qingsong were overjoyed when they heard the familiar voices. "It's me! Us! Bai Nansheng from Class 3! Wang Qingsong from Class 3..."
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
