Chapter 2: Westbound

Near dusk, the radio was depleted and the distress signal stopped. At this moment there are two roads in front of the gunsmith, stay in place for rescue or walk out of the rain forest.
If the crash was not a conspiracy of the empire, his disappearance would be noticed in less than 20 hours, and someone should be looking for the plane that has suddenly lost contact. In this case, it is definitely wise to choose to wait But if this was a man-made accident, it would be meaningless.
Although it is not too difficult to survive in the swampland in terms of the gunsmith's ability, he can persist even if the moon is ten and a half days old, but he really does not want to waste too much on something that is uncertain of the outcome. time.
In the end, he decided to find his own way, because the gunner felt that he could completely escape from his own abilities. This was actually the same as the result of waiting for rescue. It took more time and energy. Furthermore, if there is a rescue, in case no one comes for a week, or two or three days after waiting for a few corpse killers, wouldn't it be a cocoon?
He made up his mind and began to make all the preparations needed to help him travel long distances in the jungle. The thick cloth and seat belt were sewn into a simple backpack. The remaining seat belt was connected to a long rope for backup. The oxygen mask on the plane After modification, it becomes a water storage bag. The ignition device made of residual oil and spark plug can be used for a long time.
The musketeer's plan was to go west, or in the direction of the sunset, because he was not clear about the northeast, southwest ...
预定 He is scheduled to rise every day at sunrise, and hurry up in the early morning, even if the magnetic field is disordered, but as long as the sun rises, at least he can be sure that he is always moving in the same direction instead of going in a circle. When the sun reached his head at noon, he stopped, found a place to cook on fire, took a short break, went hunting in the afternoon, prepared the rations for the next day in advance, and returned to the place where the fire started after finishing this. Point restarted on the road until the sun completely set.
His plans and preparations were complete, and it was dark.
There is always a depressing quiet in the rain forest, but there are uninterrupted small and trivial sounds. From time to time in the shadowy trees, there are a few strange sounds, which may be the song of birds. Sounds, the hiss of a snake, the drum noise of a bug, or something like a toad is breathing, of course, it may also be that two closely-located species in the food chain are eating each other.
In the afternoon, when the rescue signal didn't break, the gunsmith was not idle. He estimated that it is likely to spend the night here, so he made a sleeping bag with a chair cover to prevent it from being occupied by some animals looking for heat during sleep. Cheap. To get up early tomorrow, he put on a life jacket, got into the sleeping bag and went to sleep.
It was difficult to boil this night, the air humidity was very high, and hot flashes, but maintaining body temperature was still important, so the sweaty gunsmith was uncomfortable sleeping and woke up intermittently several times.
Stuck in confusion, he had a dream. When he was a kid, his grandfather took him on a hunt. On the snow-capped hillside, they were like two rocks, motionless, waiting for the moment when the prey relaxed his vigilance. Even though his body was covered with thick mules, his young hands were still exposed to the cold air.
Grandpa Grandma never allowed the gunsmith to wear gloves. Even if the child's hand was frozen like a small ice mousse, the tiny fingers seemed to break when the trigger was pulled, but the stubborn old Rohr did not compromise once. Because when you pull the trigger, your bare hands feel different from wearing gloves, which is why. He always said to the gunsmith, "Charles, there is no such thing as a 'second shot' in this world, just like life cannot come a second time." This phrase is the old man's mantra.
So the young gunsmith never had a single chance. If he missed a shot, he had dinner at dinner, whether it was venison or cold bread. He had only one bullet to decide.
The nine-year-old Charles Rolle has an old-style hunting gun that is enough to enter the museum. There is no infrared pointing, no cross sight, not even a telescope. He has to rely on the naked eye to aim the prey at three points, Calculate the temperature, wind speed, air resistance, instant response when the prey hears the sound of the gun, and all other factors that may affect the result. Only then can you hit the target that is hundreds of meters away from you.
Each bullet of the sharpshooter may take away a life, so these bullets are sacred, they entrust the soul of the master, convey respect, determination and show outstanding technology.
The gunsmith woke up with the sound of the gunshot in the dream.
The sky was already light, and when he opened his eyes, he saw a colorful frog, which was lying less than one meter in front of himself. When he woke up, the guy quickly jumped and slipped into the forest.
He quickly got up and packed up. UU reading www.uukanshu.com brought the food reserved yesterday, rolled up the sleeping bag, tied it to a prepared bag, carried a backpack on his shoulders, and carried the rising sun. Go forward.
In fact, with the skill of a gunsmith, it is also possible to travel at a high place, but it is only to climb the tree and then jump. In the air route, no one knows what will be in the water, spiders, snakes, snapping turtles ... Any poisonous and germ-bearing animal may inhabit the muddy water, even if the bite of these things is more pure than the virgin, You wo n’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 have some kind of parasitic disease, that will be within the next 15 years. Either blind or disabled, the lightest thing is that they can never participate in activities such as blood donation and take drugs for a long time. Of course, many people do n’t have to live that long before they finish playing.
I passed this morning, and the gunsmith couldn't say how far he had gone, anyway, there were so many times, he jumped on the tree to look around, and saw only more trees ...
He was thinking about whether to have dinner earlier, and suddenly he smelled an odor, apparently rancid, and not far from himself. It is reasonable to say that small and medium-sized animals rarely expose the dead body, they will be swallowed by predators, with a little bone left at most, and the residue on them will be quickly cleaned up by scavengers. Why? To such an obvious taste? Did a large animal die nearby? This is strange, there are no lions and coyotes in the rain forest. Even if they are transported over, they can handle crocodile?
As the musketeer thought, he was approaching where the scent came, and he plucked away a few huge leaves, and a shocking scene appeared in front of him.