Cao Kun sat silently on the snow. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info next to the body of the lying companion who stopped breathing. His head was empty, and he felt strangely empty. There is only a faint anger left in the furnace of affection - this anger close to resentment, like a coal-fired fire that is about to be scratched out. But the longer he sat there, the more angry it grew. The anger was not directed at any specific person, but rather, he was venting his last bit of human anger at such a terrible end. Now Cao Kun clearly knows: he can't live, can't escape, and can't return to his own side; He was going to die on the field between the two villages. No one will report their sacrifices and the situation of the rebels to the upper peaks. Naturally, no one would have taken any action against the rebels, because the forces that could suppress the rebels were still far away, and the two of them, as dead men, had completely lost the ability to act. He had no choice but to sit and wait for the cold and pain to take his remaining life.

After a while, a strange sound came from the wind in the silence, and it was probably because of this that he did not freeze quickly in the cold wind and remained by his companion's side forever. Of his senses, it seems, hearing is the most endured by the toss, and has not failed until the last stage of his life; Now, it is the sense of hearing that connects him to the world around him. At first, Cao Kun thought it was a hallucination, but when he listened carefully, his doubts were dispelled, and there was indeed a carriage whining somewhere. He remembered that last night, he had encountered an official road leading to the post station in the wilderness. But where the road might be now—he couldn't think of it at all. But it must have been somewhere nearby, for the neighing of horses from the grey night was very close. Cao Kun raised his head and listened nervously to the horse's chirping for a long time, until the sound completely disappeared in the distance.

The unexpected disturbed his almost calm mind, and a desire to not listen to his own feelings rose in his heart. He no longer thought about his misfortune, he became alert, and he was determined to fight it to the death—this became the last goal of his life, one he could not ignore. Cough! It would have been nice if he had a little more strength......

Because he was afraid of being late, he immediately busied himself on the snow, and he barely supported his body on the ground with his hands. Kneel on your knees and try to stand up. But he didn't keep his balance, his body was crooked, he fell, one shoulder hit the snow, and the **** screamed in pain. He gritted his teeth, afraid to take a deep breath, and lay on his stomach on the snow for about ten minutes, and then began to try to stand up again, and the third time he tried, he finally succeeded, and stood with the help of two trembling legs, although he also shook a little, but after all, he did not fall. He had forgotten to get his rifle, but now he was no longer sure of stooping down to take his gun and not falling again, and pondered for a moment whether he would not risk falling again by bending down; Like a long jump, two legs are stretched out on the snow. He tried his best to keep his balance and not let him fall, but the wind kept working against him, and it seemed that the wind was blowing stronger and stronger, and a gust of wind rushed towards him, and his legs could not stand. He fell again, and perhaps only took thirty or so steps from Zheng Shaokui's side, and he immediately tried to get up, but without success. He endured the sharp pain on his right side, lay down for a while, and persuaded himself to wait patiently, his physical strength should be more careful. But he was so bent on getting to the side of the road as quickly that reason was no longer useful to him—now it was emotion that prevailed over reason, and governed his actions.

So he leaned over again, first on all fours, then on his knees, and then, with great difficulty, on his weak body, he stood up on his legs. The most difficult thing is to get the legs to stand firm before taking the first step, and then the inertia of the body takes effect, so the first few steps are easier, but the next few steps slow down, and his body staggers. Staggered, and finally fell forward with his frozen hands.

After falling, he was forced to stay longer and longer, and sometimes he felt that he could no longer stand up, he was in a trance, lost consciousness several times, and when he woke up in the cold wind, he couldn't even remember where he was. But he remembered where he was supposed to go, never went in the wrong direction, and in a semi-comatose state he remembered the last goal of his life.

But once he fell, and after that, he felt that he could no longer get up. The first few times he got up, he consumed too much gas, and there was less and less left. He lay on the cold, biting snow for a long, long time, and probably never got up. But at this last moment, he suddenly realized that he was about to freeze to death, which frightened him, and he could not allow himself to freeze to death. So he simply used his elbows and knees to push away the soft, fluffy snow and crawl forward.

But it soon became clear that crawling on your knees was no easier than standing and even harder. Cao Kun was exhausted, and his whole body fell down. It required an endless bucket with his eyes closed, but it was also superior to walking—because he didn't have to get up from the ground, and he could save what little bit of energy he had, which had almost been exhausted. He would lie still in the open space for a while, and then he would pick it up again, as long as he could catch his breath. He was desperately picking up snow all the way, and there were many long comas in between. But each time he lost consciousness for a short time, and consciousness was maintained by the dying target, and it still dominated his exhausted body with a strong force.

His chest was so congested that he couldn't cough, but he couldn't take a deep breath and cough up phlegm; He was afraid that he would not be able to stand up for the pain. But on one occasion, the cough shook him so badly that he couldn't breathe and fell headlong into the snow. When he finally coughed up a mouthful of phlegm, he felt a little hot and salty in his mouth. He spat out, and blood was clearly visible in the snow. He wiped his lips clean with the sleeves of his frozen clothes and spat again, but the blood was still flowing. A black whistling stream slowly flowed from his chin to the snow, and he lay on his side. My whole body was paralyzed, and in a panic, I felt that my life was slowly leaving my body.

But, after lying like this for a while, he was terrified of the proximity of death again, though he also knew that this inevitable end would happen sooner or later. But now he is more concerned with the question: Where is that road? He should have crawled there before death came. All his efforts in this field are essentially a race against death - to see who overrides whom? It was as if death had caught up with him and was following him, waiting for a chance to take him down.

But this is absolutely not a no! Whatever! The blood will never run out. He felt that there was one thing left in him - if not strength, then determination. He lay down for half an hour, chewing on the snow to stop the bleeding, and the bleeding seemed to stop. The muscles in the upper and lower jaws twitched from the cold, but the lips no longer felt salty. So he crawled forward slowly, with a few stops, dragging his only hand-thrown bomb around his waist.

By the way, what's this thing called...... It seems to have been brought in from the Satsuma, yes, it's called "Thunder Flame Bomb".

For this kind of hand-dropped bomb that looks like a small melon, the soldiers of the Huai Army generally jokingly call it "thunder melon seeds".

After the end of the Southwest War in Japan, the ninjas in the Satsuma army used the Lei Yan bullet improved by Lin Yiqing to the Japanese government army to the Japanese government army, so that the Japanese government army also began to make similar hand-dropped bombs, but because of the immature technology and the blind pursuit of explosive power, the result was that the battlefield performance was not good, and because it was easy to blow up their own people, they were hostile to the Japanese soldiers. But this weapon attracted the attention of the armies of various countries after the war. Li Shaoquan, the governor of Qianguo Zhili and the minister of Beiyang, became interested in this kind of weapon, and after asking Lin Yiqing to understand, he took the lead in introducing Lei Yan ammunition in his own Huai army, and with the help of Satsuma craftsmen, the Tianjin Machinery Bureau of Qianguo began to produce Lei Yan ammunition, and Li Shaoquan also hired Satsuma officers to teach the use of Lei Yan ammunition in various departments of the Huai Army. In several Spring and Autumn exercises, the Huai Army's trial exercise and release of Lei Yan bombs were very successful, which aroused the envy of some garrisons in other places, and this weapon was also introduced.

Cao Kun likes this kind of small melon-shaped hand-dropped bomb very much, and he uses it very well, he has excellent arm strength, and can throw bombs farther than ordinary people, but he never thought that one day he might have to use this weapon to end his life.

In the dim snowy night, the gray-blue shadow of the white willow tree had already appeared in front of him, and he knew that it was the official road, and he finally climbed to the official road. The high tension that had been almost all night was all gone. His eyes were black, his elbows were loose, his pierced chest was clinging to the frozen snow groove he had made, and he was silent and unconscious......

Although he did start to get frostbite, he woke up and he immediately remembered where he was and what to do. Even in the process of losing consciousness, his final goal appeared in his heart, he just didn't know how long he had passed out and what he could do now. At the first moment, he even felt scared and thought: It's too late. There was silence on the official road, and there was no sound around them, only the wind and snow and dust could be heard, rustling in the fields. The snow had covered Cao Kun's shoulders, and his hands were so numb that he couldn't even move his fingers. But he remembered that he should climb the official road, and only then did he reach the end.

He has always admired Lin Yiqing very much, and Lin Yiqing's deeds in the Southwest War have always been regarded as a role model by him.

He sometimes wonders, what Lin Yiqing would do if he encountered his current desperate situation?

Thinking of this, Cao Kun continued to fight a war of attrition with the snow. He crawled slowly and tenaciously, at most one meter a minute. His body was so weak that his two elbows were useless, and he mainly relied on his two legs to move sideways on the snow. Somehow the injured leg doesn't hurt anymore, maybe it's too painful. But the whole chest, at this time, was burning with fire, and the pain was all concentrated in the room, and it was tormenting him incessantly. He was afraid that the blood would come out of his throat again - he thought that then he would be finished. He didn't dare to take a deep breath, and he couldn't allow himself to cough.

He's in terrible health, he knows it. His senses, like walking a tightrope, were constantly oscillating between wakefulness and coma, and could be lost at any moment, so Cao Kun used great perseverance to barely overcome the extreme weakness of his body. The official road is just around the corner; Losing consciousness at this time is simply intolerable.

If it weren't for the dangerous traps blocking the way, maybe he would still be able to hold on to himself and climb slowly and with difficulty. Cao Kun fell into a deep ditch covered with snow. He lay on the edge of the ditch and thought: He went through all the hardships and dangers, and climbed the official road all night with superhuman perseverance, is it to die two steps away from the official road? Tomorrow, the rebels will pass through here, and instead of greeting them with the thunder bullet in his hand, he will turn into a dead corpse and appear in front of the enemy? Can you come up with something more ridiculous than that?

Consciousness began to quietly leave him again. Now any of his efforts will not help. His eyes were blinded by the darkness, and in his sense the whole world shrank into a small point of light, which grew smaller and smaller, and finally went out. But even this time, there was something that triumphed over death and brought his tortured body back to life. Although his will did not exert any effort, the light came back on, and he felt himself again in the snow around him, and in the bitter cold—extreme weakness, and pain all over his body. He immediately turned over and crawled forward, no matter what, to climb out of this deep snowy ditch and onto the official road. As long as he is alive, he should hold his last position, and he should end his life on the position.

He had climbed out of the ditch anyway, and fell sideways on the side of the road, and after he had climbed four steps, he stood still, and all his strength was exhausted, and he was already lying in a rut -- he felt it with his body. It was impossible for passing cars to get around him. He let out a short breath of satisfaction and began to prepare the thunder flame bomb.

But in order to get the thunder bullet, he suffered a lot of crimes, perhaps more painful than when he was in the ditch. His fingers were so cold that he didn't feel them all. It took him several minutes to untie the strap around his waist, but he never did it. The fingers just touched between the hip bones, but they couldn't touch the ends of the strap - it was terrible. He almost cried for the sudden blow, for the disobedient hands; But it is. The first to disobey him was the hand. So he put his arm close to the heavy bullet body, and with all the strength he still had left, he pressed the thunder flame bullet from top to bottom into the abdominal groove. He heard only a hissing sound, and something opened, and his mood was immediately relieved - the thunder bullet had fallen on the snow beneath him.

But it seems that he has consumed too much energy to do anything else. He lay in the rut for a long time, and the wind blew up the snow and dust on the ground, and his head flew on the rut. He thought he would probably be buried in the snow like this. Let's bury it now, he doesn't have to rush anywhere anymore, he's already reached his destination - now as long as he can get the thunder flame in order.

Waiting--it was almost the biggest difficulty he had encountered that night. His tense and sensitive sense of hearing searched every sound in the wilderness. But apart from the constant noise of the wind, everything around is silent. The official road, the one that had attracted him so much and forced him to pay a great price, was now empty. Everything around him fell asleep peacefully, except for the monotonous rustle of snow and dust against his frozen uniform, slowly masking his rutted body.

Cao Kun listened and listened, but he didn't hear anything, and he began to worry. He thought, by all indications, that no one would come until dawn. It is impossible for cars to come and go on this official road at night, so maybe it will be crowded in the morning.

His fingers, which had lost his senses, tightly grasped the Lei Yan bullet handle, **** on the snow. He waited. He barely opened his eyes, and even if he didn't, he knew: there was nothing around him but the dim light of snow. On this snowy night of fear and silence, his nervous ears could hear all kinds of sounds around him, but the kind of sound he was so longing for could not be heard anywhere.

As he lay motionless on his stomach, his body soon began to freeze, and he knew full well that the cold and cold wind would kill him before the enemy arrived. His body was completely frozen, and he couldn't even shiver, but every nerve and cell in his body felt this terrible end more and more intensely. To put it simply, he was slowly, inevitably, step by step, freezing to death. There was no one here who could help him, give him encouragement, or even know how he had made his way. Thinking of this, Cao Kun suddenly felt scared, even frightened. He has never been so lonely, there is always someone by his side in difficult moments, there is always someone to rely on, and he always gets through the crisis with others. But here he was alone, like a wolf who had been wounded and driven to sleepiness, in the bitter cold of the wilderness.

Just then, he saw a man walking towards him.

Because this person was wearing a white coat, he blended in with the surrounding snow, and although he was very close, Cao Kun, who was crawling in the snow, never noticed him.

This person came to Cao Kun's side, squatted down, and looked at him carefully.

"Who are you? Why is it here? The other party's official language is very fluent, but his tone is a little blunt.

"I ...... It's the official army, and the rebels were injured......" Cao Kun heard that the other party's accent seemed to have the flavor of Satsuma, and then looked at the other party's outfit, it was obviously a ninja, and he couldn't help but feel happy in his heart, "Brother Fulao help me and take me to the train station...... There's a telegraph room there, and I have an urgent MI ......"

The other party's gaze was very sharp, and he looked at Cao Kun's military uniform carefully, "Since it is an official army, can you have a waist card?" He asked again.

"There is ......," Cao Kun said with difficulty, and lifted the placket of his shirt, revealing a small wooden plaque hanging from his waist, which was engraved with his name and army number, as well as relevant representative identity information. (To be continued.) )