Shuo Yu looked at Master Mai who turned around and said casually that there were a few who were not dead yet. Then he rubbed his clothes a few times and put Chang Feng on his back again. He looked at Fanla and the others running towards him.
Si La Si La was already very close to him with those boxes behind him, so he rushed out to help one last time. Under the cover of Zhang Lixian's replacement grenade launcher, he helped those guys who hadn't eaten enough for several days to move the boxes over quickly.
This time they grabbed three boxes in total.
It was as if the goddess of luck had kissed them on the forehead. Except for a few guys who were defending and warning at the door, the rest of the guys came over and surrounded the three small boxes, not knowing what was inside. Everyone's face showed excitement. No matter what was inside, they needed everything and had nothing.
A few more died. Those who could crawl back did so. Those who couldn't crawl back could never come back. Including the bearded man who was left behind by the few who died just now was also injured. Fortunately, he only lost a few fingers. He was very lucky.
Shuo Yu looked at the new corpses on the road, and silently turned his gaze back to the three boxes, thinking to himself, three is really a lot.
The locks on the boxes were specially made of metal to facilitate transportation and prevent them from falling. They had to be opened with a crowbar. Their enemies were also moving the remaining boxes outside. Now that the war had temporarily stopped, it was time to count the spoils.
They started looking for the crowbar up and down. Master Mai was watching with them next to Shuoyu. He held the iron bar that everyone had found in his hand, and was being watched by everyone. However, he handed the crowbar that was about to open the box to Master Mai opposite him.
"We have to have Master Mai to open this box, right? Without Master Mai, we'd be nothing. Mai, come here, come here!"
Shuo Yu looked at the team leader who was now standing on the box and was a head taller than the others, and smiled at Master Mai beside him, hoping that he was a lucky guy who could give them some useful things. After all, most of their luck today came from this bald good old man.
"Mai, come on! You're our biggest hero today!"
Everyone's face was filled with excitement, guessing what was in the box. Dozens of green eyes looked at the three small boxes.
Later, Ayi wrote in his diary:
"...We had a great harvest today. It can be said to be the most successful airdrop ever. Banxian'er said that Master Mai was lucky. We finally got some medicine, a lot of canned goods, some foreign magazines, movie posters, and a small can of coffee powder. Before dinner today, we all thanked Master Mai, and Master Mai cried again - hey, why does this guy always see others crying?"
Fanla was muttering in his poor Shanghainese accent, and Shuoyu was leaning against his neck, urging him to read on.
Fanla didn't understand why Ayi always remembered clearly who cried, but never remembered when he cried himself. Shuoyu thought that it might be because Ayi, who was so sentimental, cried almost every day, so there was no need to record anything.
On the 26th day of holding out at Nantianmen, there were only 41 people left, including Gourou.
One afternoon when they were forcing themselves to sleep, Gou Rou suddenly appeared in their sight, exhausted, with a mountain rat in his mouth that he had caught from somewhere, stuffing his entire mouth full. His hind leg was injured again and was still bandaged.
It was lame, and this time Shuo Yu couldn't save it. He thought that this lame leg might follow Gou Rou for the rest of his life.
Because they didn't know how long it would take for reinforcements to arrive, they still only ate one meal a day. Dog meat and the occasional wild game that was not enough to fill their teeth were their only comfort. Sometimes Shuo Yu really felt that the dog meat had become a spirit, and even the Japanese bullets would not hit him. Maybe they thought the dog meat was the dog raised by their regiment commander.
But dog meat is dog meat. There is only one such precious dog in the world. It is their good brother who lives and dies together.
Shuo Yu touched the big furry head, took the thing from Gou Rou's mouth with his hand and threw it into Shepi's hand, asking him to watch it. Then he bent his hand to act as a comb, combing Gou Rou's tangled hair one by one. It was raining outside, making its hair become tangled clumps. He exuded the smell of a damp puppy.
He leaned against the dog's head, his face close to the dog meat, and muttered in a sweet tone, almost like talking to a lover,
"Good dog meat, good dog meat, you're truly amazing! All of us put together are no match for you, right? So great, you're so great! How can you be so great?"
Shuoyu buried half of his face in Gourou's fur, playing a harmless intimate game with Gourou.
The snake on the other side opened its mouth wide, wanting Banxianer to see its sour tongue, while holding up the mountain rat in its hand and asking how to eat it.
Shuo Yu didn't even lift his head from Gou Rou's arms. He pointed at the rain outside and said, "Of course it's boiled, Brother Snake. Soup is perfect for a rainy day!"
So on that damp afternoon, they shared a pot of mountain rat soup as a snack in the tree fort.
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It was another foggy day. Both sides of the Nujiang River were completely covered by fog, and nothing could be seen. Shuoyu looked at the east bank through the lookout, but it was invisible. Normally, such a foggy day was rare in Yunnan at this time of year, but this was the fifth time since the first day they came up.
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