Did Lance and Gross fall in?
Now everyone gathered around the pit and turned on the lighting facilities in their hands to shine down.
After seeing the situation at the bottom of the pit, everyone took a breath.
Pointed conical stone pillars about two meters high were cut out from the bottom, standing like spikes.
And there are some fragmented skeletons at the bottom, obviously from a long, long time ago.
The light focused on a figure, Gross.
He was hopeless.
At least two stone pillars penetrated his body, one of which penetrated his chest and abdomen, hanging him in the air.
There was no trace of life in his staring eyes, it was because his pupils were dilated.
Thick human blood slid down the stone pillar.
For about a thousand years, blood moistened the dry stone.
"Hmm..."
There was a slight groan.
Everyone followed the sound, and soon several beams of light finally focused on Lance who was lying on the stone pillar.
"How is it?"
Maren asked anxiously.
Under three or four rays of light, about after Lance fell, fortunately he was carrying a hiking bag behind him.
The stone pillar did not pierce his chest, and the pierced mountaineering bag pushed him against the stone pillar.
Gross was not so lucky.
In order to reduce the burden on him and Cheng Qianxun, they were not asked to carry anything, so he was stabbed to the core.
Everyone pulled the climbing rope and slowly lowered Mullen at one end.
Mullen used his arm strength to support both sides of the trap with his arms, just like he was supporting the wall just now, and moved over with his hands and feet.
After climbing to Lance's side, he directly stepped on the walls on both sides with his feet, using all the strength he could borrow, including the rope tightly tied around his waist, to prop himself up on the stone pillars like nail boards, A rope was tied around Lance's waist.
"His leg is hurt," Mullen yelled.
Then he helped Lance pull his thigh out of the stone pillar.
The mountaineering bag on the back carried most of the weight, so the stone pillar pierced the horizontal thighs and calves, but did not penetrate.
"Yeah..."
Lance was still awake, gritting his teeth and enduring it.
When the leg was pulled out of the stone pillar, it was still so painful that I screamed hoarsely.
"Slow down, okay, okay..."
With Gordon and Sneijder's constant coordination, everyone finally pulled Mullen and Lance up together.
On to the ground.
Regel and Sneijder had already taken off their coats and laid them on the ground.
There is dust on the ground, so try to avoid exposing the wound to dirt.
Gordon and Mullen quickly placed Lance on the coat on the ground, turned him over, and took off the hiking bag he was carrying.
And Hoffman and Rudolf had already started digging through medicines and bandages from their respective mountaineering bags.
Everyone's speed and division of labor were very clear, and they knew what they knew and what they didn't know.
Leave first aid to the professionals.
Reger, Sneijder and Cheng Qianxun all stepped back and watched from behind.
The tops of the pillars are sharp, but the stone itself is actually not as elastic as metal.
Therefore, after the mountaineering bag was pierced through one layer, the top of the stone pillar broke inside the bag, and Lance was not injured in the same way.
But there were two holes stabbed in the thigh, calf, and calf, and one leg of his trousers was soaked with blood.
Rudolf used a knife to cut a small slit under the trousers, and then with a "hiss" sound, the slit ripped open the entire trousers.
The wound was completely uncovered, and two blood holes about the size of eggs could be seen, bleeding out continuously.
Mullen sat directly on the ground above Lance's head, holding Lance's upper body on his thighs.
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Encouragement: "Brother, you're lucky.
You just hurt your leg."
"Stitches or burning with a knife?"
Gordon asked.
For such a big wound, just using a bandage is not enough, the bleeding will not stop.
"Needle" Rudolph only hesitated for a moment before giving the answer: "Take out the medical fish gut and burn the needle with fire.
Give me the alcohol and I'll wash my hands.
Gordon.
Rinse his wound with water.
It will help."
Take out the gravel."
This time I was very well prepared, and I brought all the necessary things with me.
Otherwise, if I burn the knife red, the pain would be worse than death.
Hoffman immediately helped Rudolph prepare for suturing, while Gordon took a bottle of purified water and began to help Lance clean it a little.
The medical suture needle was wiped with alcohol, burned a little, and threaded.
After washing his hands, Rudolph began to help Lance sew.
Watching the needles piercing the bloody edge of the wound one by one, Cheng Qianxun closed his eyes and turned his head to one side.
She felt extremely self-blame and regret: "It's my fault.
If I had just taken one more step, this wouldn't have happened."
This time, one person died and another was injured.
The one who died was Professor Gross, who knew the most about religion and history.
Once the professor dies, the future may only depend on speculation and luck.
Sneijder turned around and took Cheng Qianxun into his arms, comforting him softly: "It's none of your business.
You have walked out of the narrow passage.
Anyone will stand there and wait like you."
"It can only be said that the guy who designed this mechanism has a grasp of human psychology and deliberately made it like this."
Reger actually wanted to hug Cheng Qianxun to comfort him, but he was too tall and it was inconvenient to hold Cheng Qianxun who only reached his chest.
So often Sneijder goes.
Sometimes hugging and touching are not shameful things, but the most effective comfort.
Lance didn't ask anyone to hold him down.
He lay on his stomach cooperatively, with his head resting on Maren's thigh.
And Maren grabbed his shoulders, and from time to time reached out to touch his head and said some words of encouragement.
From time to time, Lance's muscles would subconsciously tighten, and Rudolph would wait for a moment, waiting for him to relax a little before continuing to stitch.
"Okay."
After Rudolph sewed the last stitch on Lance's calf, he cut the remaining thread with a knife and let out a long breath: "You guys bandage him a little."
Lance was carefully turned over, and Gordon applied the final bandages to him.
Under the dim light, Lance's face and lips were a little white at this time, and he was panting slightly.
That was a normal symptom after blood loss, but at least his life was saved.
If he can still survive after falling, he is really lucky.
Cheng Qianxun walked over uneasily, squatted down, and saw that Lance's wound was really wrapped in layers of gauze.
He couldn't help but ask, "Does it hurt?"
The corners of Lance's mouth raised slightly: "It hurt a little at first, but then it became numb.
It's not very painful."
"After five minutes of physical injury, the concentration of adrenaline secreted in the body will make people feel less pain, so the first three minutes are the most difficult."
Try not to use too much water.
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Rudolph directly wiped the blood on his hands with his sportswear.
"Your stitching skills are really professional.
You are a doctor."
Hoffman praised him sincerely.
Thinking about Rudolph's posture when crossing obstacles, he said: "You are a field medic."
Also the doctor, he has killed more people than he has saved in his life.
Rudolf laughed suddenly and did not answer.
The next question is, what should Lance do?
No one said anything for a moment, everyone gathered around Lance.
Lance had already noticed it, and after a while he said to Mullen: "Leave me here, you continue."
Realistically, Lance was injured and would not be able to keep up.
He would also need someone to take care of him and help him walk.
At this time, he had become a burden.
If you leave him here, the others can go faster.
Mullen hesitated, but he did not have the final say on this team alone.
The reality was also before his eyes.
With Lance, he might not be able to catch up with the team, so that was all. . .
So he gritted his teeth and was about to speak when Cheng Qianxun spoke first.
"Let's go together," Cheng Qianxun said firmly.
It was not a discussion or a suggestion, but her decision: "Why do I leave you here alone?
We are not at the end of the road yet, and there are no Soros or others chasing us behind us. , just walk slowly.”
She turned to look at Gordon and said word by word: "Our purpose is not to give up on any teammate easily, isn't it?"
Gordon's eyes were unusually complicated.
After a long time, he nodded sharply: "Yes, I won't give up on any teammate easily."
After saying that, he turned around and helped Mullen support Lance.
While holding on, he muttered: "Brother, I hope your luck will continue to be good.
Otherwise, if something happens, we will have to leave you and run for our lives."
And Maren had already laughed: "Just throw it away, I will escape faster than you."
Lance smiled brightly: "Don't be so heartless.
Are you jealous that I am more handsome and romantic?"
"And it's relatively heavy."
Mullen laughed and cursed: "Shut up now, pay attention to your pace, and let us use less strength."
The things at the bottom of the pit were not important, so I gave up.
There was no point in spending more effort to salvage them.
Everyone carried mountaineering bags, and Lance's backpack was divided into parts by Regel, Sneijder, and Hoffman.
Cheng Qianxun asked to carry the remaining seven or eight kilograms.
There was a pit about two meters wide in front of it.
Gordon and Mullen held the limping Lance on his shoulders and walked around it.
Everyone then continued to move forward.
Not only did they not complain because of the additional wounded, but they became closer to each other.
Because it's very simple, no one can tell who's turn will be unlucky next, but in such a team, there is no need to worry about being like Elle, who is on fire and no one comes to rescue him.
Even if he is destined to die, his teammates will make him die quickly.
There are still mechanisms here.
With the previous lesson learned, Rudolf took out his hiking stick, held a light in one hand, and kept tapping and clicking forward to lead the way.
The maze was twists and turns, with no fewer than five turns, but it seemed that there was still a dark passage with no end in front of it, and there were still five-meter-high walls on both sides.
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It feels like walking in a nightmare that will never end, as if this is another purgatory.
Reger couldn't help but cursed: "I really wish I could blow them all up."
"This is a historic site.
It would be a pity to blow it up."
Sneijder looked up and said, "If the wall was shorter, I would rather climb over it one by one.
We have already walked about five kilometers. " Hoffman walked to Gordon: "Would you like to change?"
"No, it's okay."
Gordon supported Lance.
One of Lance's legs was injured and he could only use him and Mullen as crutches.
With the bag on his back, the burden was not small: "I will tell you if necessary. ” "Okay" Hoffman nodded.
At this moment Rudolph stopped and opened his arms to stop everyone
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