The three of us clung to each other, waiting for this natural disaster to pass.
Although the narrow green hills blocked most of the wind and rain, the rain still seeped in quickly through the gaps in the tent.
I pressed hard on the seam, and most of my back was wet.
My lower body seemed to be soaked in ice water, and gradually became numb and lost consciousness.
I tried to move my body, but due to the long-term stiffness, I lost control of my feet and suddenly lost my balance.
As soon as I fell, the already shaky windproof cloth was swept away without a trace with a "whoosh".
Heavy raindrops, mixed with hail that could kill anyone at any time, rained heavily on several of us.
Shiry Yang hurriedly opened her backpack and pulled out a piece of felt.
The felt had absorbed water and became extremely bulky, but we had no other choice at the moment.
Instead of being exposed to the hail, it was better to use it to protect ourselves, which was better than nothing.
I remembered that there were iron pickaxes in my bag and immediately came up with the idea.
I used the three remaining iron pickaxes as fixtures to nail a "herringbone"-shaped wind shelter in the canyon.
Then we packed our backpacks on both sides to protect ourselves from the wind and rain, giving each other a chance to breathe.
During the storm, I couldn't help but glance at the place where the fat man disappeared.
Because the mist was too heavy and the visibility was low, I couldn't see clearly.
For some reason this time, I always felt that there was a group of vague figures moving slowly at the end of the chaotic horizon.
I wiped the rain off my face and leaned out of the shelter again.
Shiry Yang didn't know what I saw, so he pulled me in surprise and asked me what I wanted to do.
"There seems to be someone outside."
"You're wrong."
Shiry Yang said decisively, "Who would walk outside in this damn weather?"
I hesitated a little, but decided to stick my head out.
I raised my binoculars and focused my sights on the horizon again.
This time nothing else could be seen except the dim sky.
I sighed and was about to turn back to the felt when my ankle suddenly sank and I almost fell to the ground.
I hurriedly lowered my head to look for it, and saw a gray-white human hand emerging from nowhere in the majestic rain and clinging tightly to my ankle.
My heart suddenly sank, and without caring about anything else, I raised my right foot and swung it forward, intending to use inertia to get rid of that terrifying gray hand.
Unexpectedly, the palm that emerged from the ground was extremely powerful, and it did not move even under the full force.
Instead, I sat down in the mud because of the excessive force.
I shouted, but unfortunately the wind and rain were so strong that the people in the blanket didn't hear the cry for help.
I kicked up my other foot and kicked the gray palm several times.
But it was like a stone, unresponsive.
I gradually calmed down, tried to adjust the angle again, and slowly pulled out my right foot.
The gray-white human hand still maintained the grasping movement, lying quietly in the muddy water.
I felt something was wrong, so I crawled back again and found that the human hand was just a half-stone sculpture.
I returned to the felt, stunned.
Shiry Yang saw my expression and asked what was going on.
When he heard that he had found the Buddha's hand, Lao Cai opened the curtain, not wanting to be faced with a wave of ice lumps that hit him so hard that he had to shrink back.
"I can't move, it's too powerful."
He shook his hands and feet and said to us against the back of the wall, "I told you that there is something on the cliff.
I think it is probably left behind in ancient times.
Can it be considered a cultural relic?"
At this moment, I couldn't care less about the cultural relics.
The fat man's life or death was uncertain, and the way forward was cut off by this terrible weather that only happened once in a century, so I had no choice but to squat in the leaky felt and wait for the storm to pass.
I don’t know how long I stayed there.
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When the sound of wind and rain outside gradually disappeared, I picked up the felt again and found that it was already dark.
Apart from the howling wind, there was no sign of rain.
Even the muddy All the puddles were gone, let alone any ice pimples.
"Why did it dry up so quickly?
Where did the water go?"
Lao Guaicai trotted along the sand, walking back and forth between the green hills.
If the three of us hadn't been soaked to the bone, no one would have believed what had just happened here.
"Mr.
Fire, the mountain is so cold that it won't dry out, so we're just waiting to freeze into popsicles."
The Qingqiu trail is narrow and windy, making it unsuitable for camping.
I took everyone to the edge of the sinkhole, found a relatively well-sheltered mound and started to light a fire.
"It's evil, it's really evil."
Lao Cai looked at the rising bonfire and swallowed his saliva.
"Except for the three of us living people, there wasn't a drop of rain around.
The hail just now was not a dream of mine."
I couldn't explain his question, and I was equally confused.
I was in a hurry to find someone, dried my shoes and socks, put on my half-wet coat and stood up.
Shiry Yang ran up from the other end of the mound wrapped in a blanket: "Take a lighter and a flashlight with you.
There is also a flare gun in the bag, but I don't know if it can still be used."
I took the backpack and asked her to go back and rest.
Shirey Yang shook his head: "I'll catch up as soon as I finish packing my clothes.
Just be careful."
"Regardless of whether we can find someone or not, we will gather at Tudunzi in an hour."
I put my bag on my back and jumped into the pit again under the light of night.
I looked back at Shirey Yang and Lao Cai in the firelight, feeling vaguely uneasy.
Feel like something is going to happen.
It had been six hours since the fat man disappeared.
Due to the erosion of the rain, the originally cracked and dry mud became extremely smooth, the fine soil formed into lumps, and the footprints on the ground had long since disappeared.
I went to the place where the accident happened during the day based on my memory, raised my flashlight and looked carefully, and suddenly found that the color of the soil was dark, slightly different from the surrounding soil.
I searched along the dirt, and suddenly realized that something was wrong.
For some reason, rows of messy footprints were clearly left in the mud washed away by the rain.
It was roughly estimated that there were at least twenty people.
I stood up and looked towards Qingqiu, and found that this distance was exactly the horizon I saw at that time.
Didn't I feel dazzled before?
Sure enough, a team of people once marched in a violent storm, against the ice patches in the sky.
The more I think about it, the more suspicious I feel.
The footprints we left before the wind started have long been wiped away.
Why did the team in the heavy rain leave such clear traces?
There are no other clues at the moment whether they are humans or ghosts, so I can only calm down.
Come on, follow this row of messy mud footprints.
This row of footprints goes all the way south, extending towards the heart of the depression.
As we walked, light slowly appeared in front of us.
I quickly turned off the flashlight, and the cat lowered himself and moved forward quietly.
After following for a while, the sound of metal tapping continued to be heard from all around.
It's hard to see clearly in the dark, and the light ahead seems to be non-existent.
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I felt like I was in a bottomless sea.
I always felt like my neck was being tightened and I couldn't breathe.
I tore off the buttons on my clothes and squinted my eyes to try to identify my location, but the surroundings were so desolate that I couldn't tell the difference between east, west, north, and south.
As I continued to follow, the footprints gradually became blurred.
In some places, three or five footprints were in a mess.
I stretched out my hand and drew a few marks.
In some places, the gaps were ridiculously large.
The distance between them did not look like they were left by the same person.
Eventually, the ground was so clean that not a single hair grew on it, and no footprints could be found.
I was horrified.
The team of twenty people disappeared without saying a word.
The way they disappeared was exactly the same as the fat man.
Before I could think about it, the flickering fire suddenly exploded, and the dazzling flames exploded.
The flames were like bursting water from a spring, and suddenly rushed into the sky.
I was stunned by the sight in front of me, and rushed towards the red light soaring into the sky, ready to find out.
Before I ran a few steps, I saw a long and high obstacle in front of me.
From a distance, it looked like an artificial fence.
After a closer look, there were indeed figures moving around the fence.
Those people seemed to be watching the wonderful scene in front of them and did not notice that I was approaching them.
I took the opportunity to step forward and found that there was indeed a large camp ahead.
There were shovels, coal, wood, and unfinished marching tents scattered around the fence.
There were a few people who were relatively close, and I was able to see their faces clearly with the help of the firelight.
They all had raw faces.
Look at their clothes, all black pants, and black veils on their heads.
If it weren't for the strong light, their presence would not be noticed at all in the dark night.
I stayed close to the side of the wooden pile and looked into their camp again, when a stocky figure suddenly came into my eyes.
I was so happy that I almost shouted out.
I glanced a few more times to confirm again that the man sitting in the middle of the camp with his head drooped was the fat man.
I tried to get close to him, but there were more than a dozen guards scattered throughout the camp, and I could no longer get even half a step closer to the fence.
Among that group of people, there was a five-man team patrolling back and forth.
They had standard rifles hanging on their chests, and they didn't look like wild men.
I thought of the motorcyclist who died in the woods and the extremely neatly cleaned campground, and I became even more certain that the group in front of me was not going to be easy to deal with.
Fortunately, most people's attention was focused on the fire that shot out from the ground, and the perimeter guards were relatively lax, otherwise I would have been discovered by them before I got close to the fence.
If you don't seize this golden opportunity, it will be even more difficult to take advantage of the loopholes to save people.
According to my observation, their camp is not equipped with transportation facilities.
This is relatively advantageous for us, as we won't be overtaken by them instantly when we escape.
But we must cooperate when attacking in the east.
Now I am alone, trying to save people and create chaos at the same time.
It is really too reluctant.
I was thinking about how to lure them out in the shortest time, when suddenly there was a rustling sound behind me.
I hurriedly rolled on the spot, changed my position and turned around to check the situation.
In the dark night, there were two crawling figures, moving quickly towards the fence camp, seemingly unaware of my presence.
I secretly breathed a sigh of relief and continued to observe.
Suddenly, I felt that the leader looked familiar.
Shiry Yang I took a closer look, and the person who came was indeed Shiry Yang.
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Needless to say, the other one must be Lao Chuai.
"Hey hey" I shouted to them softly.
Shiry Yang raised his head slightly and soon saw me.
The two of them slowly crawled along the direction of the fence to where I was hiding.
"The fat guy is inside" "It's tied up."
She looked up, turned sideways and said, "Let's take action before the red light disappears."
I was a little worried about Lao Chuai, but unexpectedly he was surprisingly calm, with mud on his face, and a generous and righteous look: "You go rescue people, and I will lure them away.
Lend me the flare gun."
"No, the troops are divided into three groups.
Let's run separately.
The noise must be loud, and it's best to stun them and make them think there are people everywhere."
I briefly explained the plan, and Lao Chuai went first, carrying the flare gun.
The mountains in the distance attracted attention, and then I rushed into the camp to create chaos.
Shiry Yang took the opportunity to save people, and after making sure to get rid of all the tails, we gathered in Qingqiu.
I repeatedly told them that this group of people was difficult to deal with, and they must not engage in head-on conflict.
At critical moments, they should submit to submission, as it was important to save their lives.
Lao Chuai responded, turned around and disappeared into the night.
Outside the fence camp, Shiry Yang and I were the only two people left.
She stared at the red light that had not disappeared, and couldn't help but ask what was going on.
I said I came late and I didn’t know the specific situation.
But there had been an explosion beforehand.
Look at these guys around, I'm afraid they might have met their colleagues.
Shiry Yang didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
He was probably wondering when tomb robbing became a basic industry, and why we always met Jie He no matter where we went.
"Okay, it means we found the right place, but we don't know how they found this place.
The timing is too coincidental."
The motorcycle team we saw on the mountainside had a completely different style of behavior from this group of people.
I believe it Not the same people.
What happened in the forest camp was not internal strife, but a premeditated interception and assassination.
Thinking of those corpses, I couldn't help but shudder.
If we hadn't been delayed on the way, we might have been the ones exposed in the wilderness now.
Shiry Yang and I stayed in the dark, quietly waiting for Lao Chuai to take action.
I took a few glances at the situation inside the fence.
In addition to the fat man, there were several other people squatting on the ground.
They were beaten until their noses were bruised and their faces were swollen.
They were also tied with ropes.
They were kept on the other side of the camp, quite far away from the fat man.
It seemed that they were separated intentionally, for fear that they might exchange information.
After waiting for a while, the red light gradually dissipated, the night became calm again, and the crowd of onlookers gradually returned to the camp.
I thought it was too bad, once this huge army of people returned to their nest, the rescue mission would most likely be ruined.
I decided not to wait for Lao Chuai, but to take action in advance to disrupt the opponent's pace.
Thinking of this, I threw off my backpack, turned on the flashlight, and ran quickly towards the other end of the fence.
Several sharp-eyed guards immediately shouted, telling me to stop.
I knew they all had guns in their hands, so I didn't dare to stop.
I looked back slightly and started running again.
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Now the camp completely exploded.
The sound of gunfire filled my ears, and I was quickly followed.
Fortunately, I had already targeted my escape route in advance.
I ran along the edge of the depression and finally plunged into the forest.
I didn't dare to run too far, so I could only delay as much time as possible to give Shiry Yang a chance.
As I was wandering, I deliberately counted.
The people chasing me split into two groups.
There were about four or five people in front and behind me, all of whom rushed out of the camp.
Based on this rough estimate, there are still quite a few people left at the fence.
I wonder if Shiry Yang can successfully take the fat man out.
I ran and lost my direction.
I could no longer tell my position in the night.
The footsteps of the pursuers were getting louder and louder.
All kinds of sounds came from all directions.
The encirclement network of this group of people was gradually closing in.
I jumped onto a huge tree, hiding myself in the darkness, and watched two men passing under the tree with guns in their hands.
I held my breath and dared not move.
At this time, a white light suddenly lit up in the distant mountains and rose straight into the night sky.
The two people who were chasing me quickly turned back.
They shouted loudly and followed the white light.
Although Lao Chuai's shot was a little late, the effect was not bad.
I hid in the tree and saw three or four more people quickly jumping out of the forest, rushing towards the place where the signal gun was lit.
I didn't dare to be careless, so I stayed for a while to make sure there was no one around, then slowly slid down the tree and rushed to the designated place to gather.
I walked quickly, thinking about the others and hoping that they would escape smoothly.
But things were counterproductive.
When I got to the place and took a look, let alone people, there wasn't even a ghost.
Gunshots kept coming from the distance.
I was frightened and anxious.
I wanted to turn back to look for them, but I missed them again.
I had no choice but to hold my temper and sit on the edge of the rock to wait.
Half an hour later, I vaguely heard the familiar sound of scolding my mother, and I couldn't help but feel ecstatic
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