Maybe Cai Dadao himself didn't know why he gritted his teeth and persevered for three months, and gritted his teeth for seven days in this damn cold old forest.

The fat man's rigorous training has eliminated only fourteen of the previous 48 people in the past three months, and it is absolutely a miracle that all four recruits have entered the final assessment of the wilderness survival project, and the surprise that burst out of the devilish fat group's eyes made Cai Dadao feel a strong sense of satisfaction.

Perhaps, when he walks out of this old forest and arrives at the destination on the map, he can also tell the regimental commander loudly that he doesn't need to call Cai Xiaoniao in the future.

When Cai Dadao thought of this, he couldn't help but think of the sharpshooter Mo Kitten who gave him the first nickname, I don't know how Mo Kitten is doing in this damn mountain forest without a gun, fortunately there is a perverted fire support hand Chen Yunfa with him, otherwise no one would believe that a seventeen-year-old boy can walk 200 miles in the old forest with big insects and black bears.

Three months of being ravaged by the fat group seat together is enough to make sixteen people who have the same hatred and hatred become brothers, that's right, and two of them are their squadron leaders Ling Hong and Xiao Fenghua, they didn't get the special preferential treatment of the fat group, except for the first day of the selection and assessment, the two of them had the same demeanor of a chief with their hands and legs behind their backs, and they were the same as the immortals in the remaining three months.

Mo Kitten, who was nagged by Cai Dadao, was trying to complete his wooden sleigh at this time, and the big man Chen Yunfa was the day before yesterday in order to block a black bear who was inadvertently disturbed by them to disturb their sleep, although he killed the black bear, but the chest was scratched off by the black bear's paw, and a large amount of blood loss and terrifying inflammation made Chen Yunfa have a fever since yesterday, and today people are already a little burned.

Mo kitten no longer hates the heavy snow that has been falling since yesterday, the heavy snow brings cold and convenience at the same time, he only needs to use the mountain knife to cut the wood and tie it with those evergreen green vines in all seasons, and he can use the horse to drag the sleigh to continue to move forward, and he is the horse.

Otherwise, he would not be able to carry a 200-pound man on his back to walk the last day in the mountains, and the devilish fat man would probably not be able to do it.

"Damn, you're so heavy." Mo Xiaomei tried his best to move Chen Yunfa, who weighed 200 pounds and weighed 1.95 feet high, to the wooden sleigh.

Before dragging the back rope to his shoulder, Mo Xiaomei touched Chen Yunfa's forehead with his hand, and the hot temperature told him that the big man's fever was getting heavier and heavier.

Mo Xiaomei's face that was pretending to be relaxed just now suddenly darkened, and the tears in his eyes reminded people at this moment that he was not only a strong warrior, but also a seventeen-year-old boy.

Mo Kitten is also a hunter, the rugged mountain road is not difficult for him, he can also determine the direction of his two according to the stars at night, he is not even afraid of loneliness, he once tried to lie down under the dry grass leaves in the mountains for a whole day according to the requirements of the fat man's group, his eyes are staring at the kind of cards drawn by the fat man's group seat that will be replaced at any time above the trench 800 meters away in the scope, only listening to his heartbeat and the sound of various animals walking in the mountains and forests, he can still accurately say the total number of changes in the cards when night falls.

Mo Xiaomei dared to proudly say that he was the NO.1 among the snipers of the independent regiment, because even if he was a fat group, he said that he was far inferior to himself in marksmanship at his age.

But now, Mo Xiaomei is still flustered, according to the direction and map and location, he estimates that there is less than half a day away from the goal. However, the big man burned really badly, and some of the herbs he found in the past two days didn't have any effect at all, and there were too many germs on the huge claws of the black bear, and they couldn't make a fire for the sake of assessment, otherwise the kind of way provided by the fat man Tuanza that can stop bleeding and kill bacteria with a red steel knife on the wound should be something that can be tried.

Of course, they can make a fire, and the moment the smoke comes out, it means that this group has given up the assessment of the wilderness survival project, and has admitted defeat, the distance is not too far, at most the soldiers of the independent regiment more than ten miles away will find the group that gave up the assessment according to the direction and take it down the mountain.

Without punishment, you can still return to your original troops, and you will even be reused by your original commanders.

The dozens of brothers who were eliminated became class leaders without exception, even when they left, they all cried without exception.

But Mo Kitten knows that he can't, not only himself, but also the big man, even if he survives, if he knows that he didn't pass the assessment, his heart will die. Because Mo Xiaomei knew that the big man was no longer the big man who had discussed with him on the train how much money to save for his mother's medical treatment, how much money to save to marry his daughter-in-law and give birth to at least four babies. His dream is to become a person like the fat man, not to be an official, but to be the king of individual soldiers who terrify the enemy, just like the story told by the fat man.

Although Mo Xiaokitten thinks how can there be such a group of people in the world? Just for the imaginary war, I trained desperately for ten or even twenty years, and I didn't see the shadow of war until I was injured and sick, but I still didn't regret it.

If he was born in an era when there was no war, and his father did not die under the fire of the Japanese invaders, he would definitely accompany his father to hunt in the mountains and forests to support him for the rest of his life.

But the war came after all, and the Japanese blew up his father, so he had to settle accounts with the Japanese, and the hatred of killing his father was not shared, and the four words that often spit out of the storyteller's mouth were also thought so by Mo Xiaomei.

Since he can't give up, he can only move on, no matter how panicked, Mo Xiaomei also knows that he must be calm, only by calming down, can he take the big man with snowflakes floating in the sky but his face is burned red to walk the half-day mountain road.

Take off his thick winter coat and cover the big man's upper body, pinch a lump of snow and put it on the big man's forehead to try to help him lower the temperature, Mo Kitten, who was wearing a single coat, shivered in the cold mountain wind, pinned the mountain knife to his waist, and dragged the sleigh to the other side of the valley with his head buried.

There has been little rest, Mo Kitten dragged the heavy sleigh for nearly two hours in a row, if nothing else, they could walk out of this mountain forest in less than half an hour.

The huge physical consumption has already exhausted the fat flower snake dug up last night stored in the stomach, and the skinned snake meat is not only white and tender but also a little sweet, Mo Kitten ate half of it alone, and half of it was reluctantly swallowed by the weak big man Chen Yunfa.

However, what is Mo Kitten's biggest feeling at this time? It's not hunger, it's thirst, yes, thirst in the ice and snow.

Stuffed into the mouth of the cold snow does not turn into sweet ice water as people imagine, eating too much, not only can not quench the thirst, but also kill. [.]