.It was approaching dusk, the radio's power ran out, and the distress call stopped. There were two paths before the gunsmith at this moment: stay where he was and wait for rescue or walk out of the rainforest on his own.
If this crash was not a conspiracy by the empire, his disappearance would definitely be noticed within twenty hours, and someone should be looking for the plane that suddenly lost contact. In this case, it would undoubtedly be wiser to wait. ; But if this was a man-made accident, then this move might be meaningless.
Although it is not too difficult for a gunsmith to survive in this swamp, and he can persist even for ten and a half days, he really doesn't want to waste too much on something with an uncertain outcome. time.
In the end, he decided to find a way out on his own, because the gunsmith felt that he could escape from danger by relying on his own abilities. This was actually the same as waiting for rescue. He just spent more time and energy. Furthermore, if there is really a rescue, that's it. If no one comes after waiting for a week, or if a few killers come to collect the corpses after waiting for two or three days, wouldn't it be a trap
He made up his mind and began to make all the preparations needed to help him travel for a long time in the jungle. He sewed thick cloth and safety belts into a simple backpack, and connected the remaining safety belts to long ropes for backup. It can be transformed into a water storage bag, and the ignition device made of residual oil and spark plugs can be used for a long time.
The gunsmith's plan was to go west, or rather towards the sunset, because he couldn't tell the difference between north, south, east and west...
He plans to get up at sunrise every day and hurry up on his way in the early morning. Even if the magnetic field here is disordered, as long as the sun rises as usual, at least he can be sure that he is always moving in the same direction and not going around in circles. When the sun reached his head at noon, he stopped, found a place to make a fire to cook, took a short rest, went hunting in the afternoon, and prepared the next day's rations in advance. After completing this, he returned to the place where the fire was made, and started from here. Then we started walking again until the sun completely set.
By the time his plans and preparations were completed, the sky was already dark.
There is always an oppressive silence in the rainforest, but small and trivial sounds will continue to come. From time to time, there will be a few strange noises in the shadowy trees, which may be the chirping of birds. It could be the hissing of a snake, the humming of bugs, the breathing of something like a toad, or, of course, two species close together in the food chain devouring each other.
In the afternoon, when the rescue signal continued, the gunsmith was also busy. He estimated that he would probably spend the night here, so he made a sleeping bag with a chair cover to prevent it from being occupied by animals looking for heat sources while sleeping. Cheap. In order to get up early and start the journey tomorrow, he put on a life jacket, got into his sleeping bag and fell asleep hastily.
It was a difficult night. The air humidity was very high and it was hot, but maintaining body temperature was still important. Therefore, the gunsmith, who was covered in sweat, had an uncomfortable sleep and woke up intermittently several times.
In his confusion, he had a dream. When he was a child, his grandfather took him hunting together. On the snowy slopes, they were crawling like two rocks, motionless, waiting for the moment when the prey relaxed its vigilance. . Even though he was wrapped in a thick coat, his young hands were still exposed to the cold air.
Grandpa never let the gunsmith wear gloves. Even though the child's hands were frozen like small ice pimples, and the tiny fingers seemed to be broken when he pulled the trigger, the stubborn old Roll never compromised once. Because pulling the trigger feels different with bare hands than with gloves, that's his reasoning. He always said to the gunsmith: "Charles, there is no such thing as a 'second shot' in this world, just like there is no second shot in life." This sentence is a mantra that the old man always talks about.
Therefore, the young gunsmith always only has one chance. If he misses the shot, his dinner will be ruined. Whether it is venison or cold bread, he only has one bullet to decide.
Nine-year-old Charles Rohr Jr. was holding an old-fashioned shotgun that could enter the museum. There was no infrared fixed point, no cross sight, and not even a telescope. He had to rely on his naked eyes to aim at the prey in three dots and one line. Calculate the temperature, wind speed, air resistance, the reaction of the prey at the moment when it hears the gunshot, and other factors that may affect the result, so as to have a chance to hit the target hundreds of meters away from you.
Every bullet fired by a sharpshooter may take away a life, so these bullets are sacred. They entrust the owner's soul, convey respect, determination and demonstrate outstanding skills.
As the gunshots in his dream rang out, the gunsmith woke up.
The sky was already slightly bright, and as soon as he opened his eyes, he saw a colorful frog lying less than one meter in front of him. When he saw that he woke up, the frog quickly jumped up and slipped into the forest.
He quickly got up and packed up, took the food he had set aside yesterday, rolled up his sleeping bag, tied it to the luggage he had prepared in advance, put his backpack on his shoulders, and started walking with the rising sun on his back.
In fact, with the strength of a gunsmith, it is possible to travel at high places. It is just a matter of climbing up a tree and jumping. However, this consumes more energy, so he still tries to walk on the ground and only considers walking when he encounters a swamp where the water level is higher than his waist. On the route above, no one knows what will be in the water, spiders, snakes, snapping turtles... Any poisonous and germ-carrying animals may live in the muddy water. Even if the bites of these things are purer than virgins, you You would not be willing to leave a wound in such a humid environment, because there is a high chance that the wound will be infected by something else. If you get some kind of parasitic disease, then in the next fifteen years Within a year, they will be either blind or disabled. The worst case scenario is that they will never be able to participate in activities such as blood donation and take medicine for a long time. Of course, many people will end their lives before they live that long.
The whole morning passed like this, and the gunsmith couldn't tell how far he had gone. Anyway, a few times, he jumped up a tree to look around, and all he saw was more trees...
He was thinking about starting dinner early when he suddenly smelled a strange smell, which was obviously rancid, and it wasn't too far away from him. It stands to reason that small and medium-sized animals will rarely be found dead in the wilderness. They will basically be swallowed whole by predators, leaving at most a few bones, and the residue on them will be quickly cleaned up by scavengers. How come there is such a thing at this moment? Such an obvious smell? Did a large animal die nearby? This is surprising. There are no lions or hyenas in the rainforest. Even if we bring some, can they take down the crocodiles
The gunsmith was thinking, and he was close to the source of the smell. He pushed aside a few huge leaves, and a shocking scene appeared in front of him.