Severe dehydration.

Not only water, but also salt to maintain the body's energy, no matter how the two of them saved, the necessary salt needs to maintain the body were also eaten up a day ago.

Mo Kitten's clothes were completely soaked, with melted snow and more sweat.

But only Mo Kitten knows that the outside of your body is wet, but it doesn't mean that your body is also wet inside. The internal organs in the body are like a fire burning, the scorching flame makes people feel that the heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys are already half-cooked, if you can, Mo Kitten would rather dissect the body and let the snowflakes fall on it, even if it is dead, it can also make the internal organs feel a trace of coldness that has not been seen for a long time.

People who don't tire themselves out of a desperate situation can't experience this feeling at all, although you are sweating on your body, but you don't know where this sweat comes from. You can clearly feel the moisture in your body losing little by little, as if life is leaving you little by little.

What does that feel like?

?Fear.

The fear of imminent death.

Mo Kitten knew that if he didn't replenish a lot of water, he would die of exhaustion in the mountains, and the big man who was left unattended would also freeze to death, and then be eaten by the beasts that came out to forage after the snow.

As a former hunter, Mo Kitten has many ways to find water in the mountains, the dew on the leaves, the spring water dripping from the cave, and even the snow under his feet, but this cannot meet his need to drink water in large gulps, and now he is not afraid of diarrhea or diarrhea, as long as he can drink a lot of water, he can meet the body's huge need for water, and he can deceive the stomach that is already hungry and throbbing, and then insist on walking for half an hour, saving two lives and completing the assessment at the same time.

At this moment, Mo Kitten heard the sound of running water.

The sound is crystal clear.

The sound of life flowing.

The stream in the mountain has not completely frozen, Mo Kitten is full of a strong sense of happiness, and the physical strength that has been exhausted seems to have recovered some, following the sound of the water, Mo Kitten dragged the heavy sled and panted, like a dying old cow, running towards the last Longtian.

At this time, it was almost dusk, and I didn't know how long I had been running, anyway, Mo Kitten has basically relied on the instinct to maintain life, stubbornly moving in the direction of replenishing life.

Brushing aside the branches in front of him, Mo Kitten saw a mountain stream.

A very small mountain stream, if it weren't for a small drop, the quietly flowing stream would not have any sound. Throwing away the green vine on his shoulder, which was about to be worn out, Mo Xiaomei took a step forward and knelt down suddenly, burying his entire face in the cold and biting stream.

Unexpectedly, the stream water was not as cold as he imagined, and there seemed to be a trace of warmth, but Mo Kitten didn't have time to think about why the mountain spring water, which was cool in summer, actually made his frozen face feel warm, he just wanted to swallow it in a big gulp at the moment, until he had to breathe, no oxygen was not much better than no water.

Water can extinguish the flame, no matter where the flame is, the internal organs that are scorched by the fire are finally more comfortable, I don't know if it's because I can continue to persevere, and I don't know if there is still a fire burning in my heart, Mo Xiaomei, who has always been a little quiet and unassuming, suddenly looked up to the sky trombone: "Ah~~~"

There is a slight dampness in the corners of the eyes, perhaps the splash of water on the face that has not been shaken off. 

The sound was swallowed up by the lonely jungle, and it was so muffled that it made people's hearts palpitate, and the distance that came out would never exceed a mile.

It was no longer a human cry, but the most primitive cry that the chest was trying to make, the cry of an animal. Mo Kitten sadly found that although he was already very familiar with the mountains and forests, he was still very vulnerable to the mountains with very few tools, far inferior to a beast or even a small squirrel.

If you want to survive, you must first survive like an animal! Survive in this bitch-bitched "survival in the wild" subject! Only by finding your way and walking back can you be a soldier! It's a Chinese soldier! It is a special soldier of the Independent Regiment of the Chinese Revolutionary Army.

Mo Xiaomei's seventeen years of life has never been so clear about the meaning of life, this is his battle, although there is no rain of bullets, but what they have in common is that they want to live, only by living, can they be qualified to taste victory.

Then, Mo Kitten heard what seemed to be a voice responding.

"Whew"

The voice is desolate, desolate and palpitating, but at the same time extremely familiar.

Not only Mo Kitten heard it, but Liu Lang, who had been squinting at the meeting point a mile and a half away, also heard it.

The last fourteen special forces who participated in the assessment were divided into seven groups and were randomly scattered by Liu Lang in the vast back mountain jungle of the independent regiment, and their assembly place was at the foot of Heilong Mountain 150 miles away, but this time they could not take the mountain road, they had to walk through the jungle, there were no supplies and weapons, and the only mountain knife they had was mainly for them to split through dense bushes and necessary protection.

The reason why the two squadron leaders did not participate in this assessment was because they had to lead enough soldiers to patrol the road down the mountain, and if there was smoke rising from the mountain, they would rush to the rescue of the soldiers who had to give up asking for help.

No matter what, he is not a loser, Liu Lang feels that the soldiers of this era are actually far better than he did at that time. At that time, I had a communicator, and if I really couldn't hold on, a helicopter would come to the rescue as soon as I pressed the communicator, and I basically wouldn't have to worry about my life.

But they don't, they don't have anything, and if they encounter an unsolvable danger, the only thing that awaits them is death. Knowing that the chance of death was very high, none of the fourteen soldiers flinched, and all of them bravely rushed into the dense forest.

Their choice between death and loyalty simply made Liu Lang ashamed.

Especially the sudden snowflakes that had fallen again two days ago made it even more difficult, and the cold and hunger were no less than half a point of potential danger in the jungle.

But the soldiers who have been trained by the devil in March are all good, from morning to afternoon, at the specified time, 7 groups of 14 special forces came back 6 groups of 12 people, only Mo Kitten and Chen Yunfa's group.

The duo who are most favored by Liu Lang have not yet returned, which makes Liu Lang worried.

From noon to dusk, although the expression on his face remained the same, he never entered the house again, and the snowflakes sprinkled on him turned him into a snowman.

Now, he heard the howl of a wolf.

During the day, wolves rarely howl except when ------ call their companions to feed.

Liu Lang's heart tightened, and without thinking, he quickly ran towards the wolf's howl.

PS: I recommend the "Anti-Japanese Blood Stained Mountains and Rivers" by the great god of the military group White Island, which has more than 1 million words, which is very fat, and friends who are short of books can go and see it.