When Huo Xiaoshan turned his head, the female roe deer was already dying, but she was still struggling to raise her head to lick the little roe deer, but after a while, she couldn't lift it anymore, and the pupils of her big eyes were dilated and she became distracted. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The little roe deer had recovered from fear, and was still sucking milk on his mother's stomach with his head down.

Two lines of tears silently slipped down Huo Xiaoshan's face.

Huo Xiaoshan didn't even know that nearly ten years later, he saw a scene very similar to the scene in front of him in a village that was slaughtered by the blood of the Japanese devils, a young mother was killed by the devils in a pool of blood, and her child under the age of one was still sucking milk on the mother's already cold body.

That time, Huo Xiaoshan was furious, and led the team to finally catch up with the Japanese team of the slaughtering village, and cut off the heads of the devils one by one.

It was getting dark.

A bonfire was lit in a small clearing in the underground forest.

Huo Xiaoshan was eating the roasted wolf's hind legs, and in the burden that Hao Cunyi gave him, he found the fire sickle, flint, and fire velvet.

In Huo Xiaoshan's usual impression, wolf meat is not very delicious, because the shredded meat is very thick, and it is a bit difficult to gnaw.

But today he ate extraordinarily deliciously, but he ate very slowly, and he didn't plan to eat too much. Because he heard the old boss say that when people are hungry in the mountains and forests for too long, they must not overeat to prevent them from going bad.

He ate eight minutes full, and then carried the rest of the wolf meat into his newly dug snow hole. The wolf's skin had been stripped off by him, and he spread it in the snow cave, and he made a large snow block according to the mouth of the cave, just enough to plug it, so he carefully stood the snow block next to the mouth of the snow cave.

He was just about to enter the cave, but he heard a voice behind him, and looked back nervously, but it was the little roe deer who didn't know when he was standing behind him, and his two big black eyes were looking curiously at the red bonfire.

Huo Xiaoshan's heart moved, and he slowly stepped forward, and the roe deer looked at him with a curious look.

The roe deer in the Northeast is called the silly roe deer, in fact, the roe deer is not stupid, but the curiosity is too heavy, and when you encounter something new, you always have to look at it, even when you run away, you will run for a while and then stop and look back.

Huo Xiaoshan slowly stretched out his hand and touched the little roe deer's head, the roe deer didn't dodge, Huo Xiaoshan held back the joy in his heart, lowered his body and put his hands under the belly of the little roe deer, and hugged the little roe deer with all his might.

Huo Xiaoshan smiled, walked to the entrance of the snow cave with the little roe deer in his arms, stuffed it into the snow cave, and got into it himself, holding the little roe deer with his body to prevent it from coming out, and then slowly pulled the snow on the edge of the cave with his hand to block the entrance of the cave.

In the darkness the little roe deer had quieted down, stopped chirping, and lay on the ground.

Huo Xiaoshan lay on the wolf skin, hugged the little roe deer with his hand for a while and fell asleep, although this little thing had a little smell on it, and there was a smell of blood on the wolf skin, but this did not prevent him from sleeping the most soundly in the past few days, he seemed to have returned to the fire kang at home in a dream, and his mother was sleeping with him in his arms, very warm.

Huo Xiaoshan was woken up by the little roe deer in the morning, perhaps it saw the first ray of light coming in through the crack in the hole, so it refused to fall asleep, and wanted to stand up.

Huo Xiaoshan kicked away the snow blocking the entrance of the cave, walked out of the cave, and stretched his waist in the cold mountain forest on a cold winter morning.

If Huo Xiaoshan was an adult, he would feel that these days were like a dream, wolves, devils, stupid big ones died, and fell into the sinkhole, but he was not, he was a twelve-year-old child

Although he is also sad and misses his parents, it is easier for him to forget his misfortune and want to go to the future.

He inhaled a breath of cold air, exhaled a white breath, and began to gather his thoughts.

The main thing now was to find a way out of the sinkhole, so he began to pack his simple belongings.

Ten minutes later, he appeared under a cliff at the edge of the sinkhole.

The lowest part of the cliff is estimated to be fifty or sixty meters high, very smooth, at most there are a few dry weeds swaying in the morning breeze on it, and there are no pine trees that grow halfway up to the waist, Huo Xiaoshan originally planned to wait for the summer to find hemp plants, roll them into ropes, shoot them into trees with flying wing crossbows and climb up again, but now it is not feasible, there is no place to climb with strength.

Although Huo Xiaoshan has practiced Bajiquan, he is by no means a mythical figure who walks on the high mountains and walks on the ground.

Listening to Daddy Huo Yuan, in fact, the eaves in the martial arts refer to when going to the room, or jumping, or using your toes to point a few steps on the wall, and when the upward force is about to end, grab the rafters on the roof with your hands and turn over to the house, it is impossible to pull out the legs, as the storyteller said, pull onions on dry land and fly to the house out of thin air.

Huo Xiaoshan saw that there was no way to go up the cliff in front of him, so he skewed the ski made of iron thorn quinoa on the ground a little bit, and slid along the edge of the cliff on the snow, intending to see if there was a place to climb up.

Unexpectedly, the little roe deer followed behind him again, and Huo Xiaoshan was a child, so he let the little roe deer follow him as a companion, so Huo Xiaoshan skiing is not very fast, according to his own estimates, it is forty miles a day, and when it is almost dark, he will find the hard snow to dig a snow hole, and sleep with the little roe deer just to keep warm.

Unexpectedly, this sinkhole was so big, Huo Xiaoshan didn't expect to be able to return to the original place in a circular motion along the edge of the cliff in two days and three days, because from the gap in the trees at the edge of the cliff, the cliff was almost like a straight line, and there was no arc.

On the fifteenth day, he finally returned to his original place.

Huo Xiaoshan not only learned to memorize ancient texts from Song Zijun since he was a child, but also learned mathematics.

In the case of assuming that the sinkhole is a standard circle, he used the circumference formula to calculate, and his daily travel speed is about 40 miles, and he walks about 600 miles in fifteen days, and then divides 600 li by ∏, so this sinkhole actually has to go about 200 miles straight from the middle.

The terrain of the sinkhole is undulating, forests, snowy fields, hills, gentle slopes, depressions, everything except the birds in the sky, as if this is a world that has been cut off from the outside world.

No wonder the old boss said that this sinkhole is a Jedi, and some of the cliffs around it have to be fifty or sixty meters low, and the height is estimated to be hundreds of meters. It seems that in the short term, don't want to get out of here, or stay here for a while, and then find a way to get out.