The days of holding out in the tree fort can be said to be extremely boring. The only thing they need to do is to fire bullets from their guns in time to protect their own lives when the Japanese army appears at any time and launches another attack.
But other than that, they had nothing to do most of the time, and were so bored that Kang Ya had to count the calluses on the soles of his feet as a rare entertainment.
It was hot and humid, with little rain and no wind. Bugs and hunger clung to their bodies, just as they were clinging to the South Gate of Heaven at this moment.
Ayi was the only one among them who could find something to do at this time - writing in a diary.
So, apart from playing with their own hands and feet, their biggest entertainment is to take advantage of Ayi going to the toilet or not knowing what to do to secretly read his diary. Although it is annoying, they do not think that this behavior is stealing. They read it openly and feel at ease.
When Ayi didn't know what to do again,
Shuo Yu listened to Fanla reading Ayi's diary in what he understood to be a Shanghai accent. Sometimes he suspected that Ayi wrote those things deliberately for them to see, so that they would have something to pass the time at such a time.
If this is true, we can only say that he is a really good person. Thankfully, in a situation where everyone wants the Japanese to rush up again and kill them all, he still has a Coke that allows him to smile.
Everyone's face was anxious, extremely anxious, as if there was something they wanted to see the most. Zhang Lixian and He Shuguang had completely lost their temper and moved closer. They were the ones closest to the screen.
Shuo Yu didn't go over, he didn't have the strength to crawl over.
He had just treated the external injuries of three guys and cut off more than half a meter of intestines of one guy. He didn't know whether the other guy could survive the next stage.
He found a good place for his head on Kang Ya and waited for Fanla to start reading. Fanla added some comments of his own while reading, which was their favorite part.
"On a certain day of a certain month, the eleventh day after the Nantianmen Gate, the airdrop arrived again. Banxianer was hoping for some medicine this time—Hey, Banxianer, did you see that our supervisor also secretly calls you Banxianer?"
Shuo Yu looked weakly at Fanla who was sitting in the middle of the crowd and smiled at him. All his strength had just been used to wash his hands, and now he had wrapped them with new strips of cloth.
I was so bored that I had to continue reading under the urging of the person next to me.
"But he was disappointed again. Among the two boxes of things we managed to retrieve, only a small bottle of foreign liquor could be considered medicine. Banxianer said, 'Something is better than nothing,' and I think so too. Most of our airdrops were snatched away by the Japanese. The Americans said the drop zone was too small, but our lives were all we could buy in such a small space, and we could only maintain it for a few minutes."
Zhang Lixian was now leaning against Fanla. Their relationship had become increasingly close over the past few days. He added, "It's not the majority, it's 96 percent. I calculated there were 50 boxes of airdropped supplies in total, and we grabbed two."
Fanla glanced at him and continued reading. Perhaps he didn't want to be too close to Zhang Lixian's face, so he changed his position.
"...We stole a box of carbine ammunition, but we only had a few usable carbines. The other box contained a small amount of biscuits, candles, a few belts, and that bottle of foreign wine—hey, see, isn't he envious of you?"
At this time, Bu La was leaning on his brother Yao Ma, grabbing his ribs. Perhaps he found a springtail, took a look at it, and ate it without wasting it. His good brother Yao Ma behind him asked him to look for more, as he wanted one too.
Death Star is now becoming more and more like Clauber, asking "Is that thing edible?" It should be said that these dozens of guys who are still alive are becoming more and more like Clauber, the guy who was reincarnated as a starving ghost.
When Shuo Yu heard his words, he couldn't help but lick his dry lips with his tongue, listening to the rumbling of his stomach under his head. No one knew how much food they had left except himself.
"Kang Ya, can you please keep your stomach quiet? I can hardly hear what Fanla is saying." Shuo Yu raised his eyes and looked at Kang Ya above his head.
A hand reached out to him, but he slapped it back mercilessly.
"No, no, I don't have anything. You might as well eat me."
He turned around and leaned against the wall so that he could not hear the sound of Kang Ya's belly drum.
Fanla continued to recite with his head down,
"...On a certain day of a certain month, at Nantianmen, on the thirteenth day, the Japanese attacked again last night. Three of us died, two were injured, and we went into Banxian'er's operating room. One survived, Qi Tian'er (yes, that's his name, from Handan, Hebei). He was found trying to shoot himself in the early morning, but Banxian'er stopped him. There's still no medicine today, and he's in too much pain. Banxian'er said that anyone who wants to commit suicide in the future should kill him first, and then themselves. From that day on, no one mentioned this matter again."
When Shuo Yu heard this, he looked down at his arm wrapped in cloth. That day, a desperate suicide had punched a hole through his arm. The beating was even more cruel than the one that made him cry.
He couldn't help but reach out and tie it tighter, tighter.
Living is a good thing. If there is nothing more desirable than living, then why not use everything that can help you live? A person can do anything to stay alive. This is human instinct, and it is also the instinct of life.
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