Sinmonger Chapter 2: Westbound

At dusk, the radio's power was exhausted and the distress signal ceased. At this moment, there are two paths in front of the gunsmith, stay in place and wait for rescue or walk out of the rainforest on their own.

If this crash was not a conspiracy of the Empire, then within 20 hours, his disappearance will definitely be detected, and someone should come to find the plane that suddenly lost contact. In this case, I choose to wait. No doubt more sensible; but if this was a man-made accident, it would probably make no sense.

Although in terms of the gunsmith's ability, it is not too difficult to survive in this swamp, even if he can persevere for ten days and a half months, but he really doesn't want to be on a matter of which the outcome is uncertain. Waste too much time.

In the end, he decided to find a way out on his own, because the gunsmith felt that he could escape the danger completely by relying on his own abilities, which was actually the same as the result of waiting for rescue. It just took a little more time and energy. Besides, if there is really a rescue, that's fine. If no one comes after a week of waiting, or after two or three days of waiting, a few killers who collect corpses arrive, wouldn't that be a cocoon?

He made up his mind and began to make all kinds of preparations that could help him travel in the jungle for a long time. He sewed thick cloth and seat belts into a simple backpack, and the remaining seat belts were connected to long ropes for backup. The oxygen mask is 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 in the direction of the sunset, because he couldn't tell the difference between east, west, north and west...

He planned to get up every day at sunrise and hurry up in the early morning. Even if the magnetic field here is turbulent, as long as the sun rises as usual, at least he can be sure that he is always heading in the same direction instead of going in circles. When the sun is overhead at noon, he stops, finds a place to make a fire to cook, rests for a while, goes hunting in the afternoon, prepares the next day's rations in advance, and after this is done, returns to the place where the fire is made, and starts from this Point and start the journey again until the sun goes down completely.

When his plans and preparations are complete, the sky is already dark.

There is always a depressing silence in the rainforest, but there will be small and trivial sounds uninterrupted. From the shadowy trees, there will be a few strange noises from time to time, which may be The chirping of birds, the hissing of snakes, the drumming of bugs, or something like a toad breathing, or, of course, two species close together in the food chain are eating each other.

In the afternoon, when the rescue signal was not interrupted, the gunsmith was not idle. He estimated that he would probably spend the night here, so he made a sleeping bag with a chair cover to prevent some animals looking for heat sources while sleeping. Take advantage. In order to get up early tomorrow, he put on a life jacket, got into the sleeping bag and slept hastily.

The night was difficult, with very high humidity and hot flashes, but maintaining body temperature was still important, so the sweaty gunsmith slept uncomfortably, waking up intermittently several times.

In the midst of confusion, he had a dream. When he was a child, his grandfather took him hunting with him. On the snow-capped hillside, they were crawling like two rocks, motionless, waiting for their prey to relax their vigilance. moment. Even though he was wrapped in a thick jacket, his tender hands were still exposed to the cold air.

Grandpa never let the gunsmith wear gloves. Even though the child's hand was frozen like a small ice lump, the tiny fingers seemed to break when the trigger was pulled, but the stubborn old Rolle never compromised once. . Because when you pull the trigger, it feels different with bare hands than with gloves, and 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 life can't come a second time." This sentence is always on the lips of the old man.

So the young gunsmith never had only one chance. He missed a shot, had a soupy dinner, whether it was venison or cold bread. He had only one bullet to decide.

Nine-year-old Charles Roll Jr. carried an old-fashioned shotgun big enough to enter a museum. There was no infrared spotting, no cross sight, or even a telescope. He had to rely on the naked eye to aim at three points and one line. Prey, and calculate the temperature, wind speed, air resistance, the reaction of the prey at the moment when it hears the sound of gunshots, etc. All factors that may affect the result will be able to hit the target hundreds of meters away from you.

Every bullet of a sharpshooter can take a life, so these bullets are sacred, they entrust the soul of their masters, convey respect, determination and display outstanding technology.

The gunsmith wakes up with the sound of gunfire in his dream.

The sky was already a little bright, and as soon as he opened his eyes, he saw a colored frog lying less than a meter in front of him. When he woke up, the guy quickly jumped up and slipped into the woods.

He quickly got up and packed up~IndoMTL.com~ took the food reserved yesterday, rolled up the sleeping bag, tied it to the prepared luggage, put the backpack on his shoulders, and carried the rising sun on his back Start moving forward.

In fact, with the same level of strength as a gunsmith, it is also possible to travel at a high place, but it is just a matter of climbing a tree and jumping, but this is more physically consuming, so he still tries to walk on the ground as much as possible, and encounters a swamp where the water level is higher than his waist. I just considered taking the aerial route, no one knows what will be in the water, spiders, snakes, snapping turtles... Any animal with poison and germs may live in the muddy water, even if the bite of these things is worse than that of a virgin Be pure, and you wouldn't want to leave a wound in this humid environment, because the wound has a high chance of being infected by something else. If you get some kind of parasitic disease, it will be in the next ten years. Within five years, they will either be blind or disabled. The lightest thing is that they will never be able to participate in activities such as blood donation and take drugs for a long time. Of course, many people are finished before they live that long.

The morning passed like this, and the gunsmith couldn't tell how far he had gone, anyway, there were a few times when he jumped up on the tree to look around, only to see more trees...

He was considering whether to start dinner earlier when he suddenly smelled an odor, obviously rancid, not far from him. It stands to reason that small and medium-sized animals are rarely exposed to the wilderness. They will basically be swallowed by predators whole, leaving a little bone at most, and the residue on it will be quickly cleaned up by scavengers. Why is there now? To such an obvious taste? Could there be a large animal dying nearby? This is surprising. There are no lions and coyotes in the rainforest. Even if they are transported, they can handle the crocodiles?

While thinking, the gunsmith was approaching the source of the smell. He pushed aside a few huge leaves, and a shocking scene appeared in front of him.