Severe dehydration.

Not only moisture, but also salt to maintain body energy. No matter how much the two small packets of salt are saved, they also ate them all a day ago to maintain the necessary salt.

Mo Xiaomao's clothes were completely wet, with melted snow and more sweat.

But only Mo Xiaomao knows that the outside of your body is damp, but it does not mean that the inside of your body is damp. The internal organs in your body are like burning fire. The scorching flames make people feel that the heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys are half-mature. If possible, Mo Xiaomao would rather cut open the body and let the falling snowflakes fall on it. Even if you die, it can make the internal organs feel a long-lost coldness.

People who do not exhaust themselves to the point of desperate situations cannot experience this feeling. Although you are sweating on your body, you don’t know where the sweat comes from. You can clearly feel the water in your body is losing little by little, as if life is leaving you little by little.

What does that feel like?

?fear.

The fear of death is about to be faced.

Mo Xiaomao knew that if he stopped replenishing water, he would die of exhaustion in the mountains and fields. The unattended big man would be frozen to death and then eaten by wild beasts that came out to find food behind the snow.

As a former hunter, Mo Xiaomao had many ways to find water in the mountains, dewdrops on the leaves, springs dripping from the cave, and even the snow under his feet, but this could not satisfy his desire to drink water in big mouthfuls. Now he is no longer afraid of diarrhea or diarrhea. As long as he can drink a lot of water, he can meet the huge need for water in his body, and he can deceive his stomach that is already hungry, and persist for another half an hour to save his lives while completing the assessment.

Just then, Mo Xiaomao heard the sound of running water.

A very clear sound.

The sound of life flowing.

The streams in the mountains have not completely frozen yet. Mo Xiaomao was filled with a strong sense of happiness. The exhausted physical strength seemed to have recovered a little. Following the sound of the water, Mo Xiaomao dragged the heavy sled and panted heavily, like an old cow on the verge of dying, running towards the last Longtian.

?It was almost dusk at this time, and I don’t know how long I had been running. Anyway, Mo Xiaomao has basically relied on his instinct to maintain his life and stubbornly moved towards the direction that can replenish his life.

Pulling away the branches in front of you, Mo Xiaomao saw a mountain stream.

?The very small mountain stream, if it weren't for a small drop, the quietly flowing stream would not have any sound. Putting aside the green vine that was about to be broken on her shoulder, Mo Xiaomao took a step forward and knelt down and buried her entire face in the cold and bone-broken stream.

Unexpectedly, the stream was not as cold as expected, and it seemed to have a hint of warmth. But Mo Xiaomao didn't have time to think about why the mountain spring water, which was so cold in summer, made his frozen face feel warm. At this moment, he just wanted to swallow it in big mouthfuls until he had to breathe. No oxygen is not much better than the feeling of no moisture.

Water can extinguish the flames. No matter where the flames are, the internal organs scorched by the fire finally feel more comfortable. I don’t know if it’s because I can continue to persevere, nor do I know if there is still a fire burning in my heart. Mo Xiaomao, who has always been quiet and not ostentatious, suddenly looked up at the sky and said, "Ah~~~"

There was a little moisture in the corners of my eyes, maybe it was the splash of water that had not been cleaned on my face.

The sound was swallowed by the lonely jungle, which was so stuffy that it made people feel palpitations. The distance that it came out would never exceed one mile.

It was no longer the screams of humans, but the most primitive screams and animals that were trying hard to make their chests. Mo Xiaomao sadly discovered that although he was already very familiar with the mountains, he, who had very few tools, was still very fragile in the mountains, far less than a wild beast or even a small squirrel.

If you want to survive, you must first survive like an animal! Survive in this "wild survival" subject raised by a bitch! Find the way you should go and walk back, you can be called a soldier! A soldier in the Kingdom Soldier! A special force soldier of the Kingdom Independence Regiment.

Mo Xiaomao has never had such a clear meaning to life in his seventeen years of life. This is his battle. Although there is no bullet, his common point is that he wants to survive. Only by living can he be qualified to appreciate victory.

Then, Mo Xiaomao heard something that seemed to be responding.

"Ao Woo"

The sound is very desolate, desolate and heart-wrenching, and it is also extremely familiar.

Not only did Mo Xiaomao hear it, but Liu Lang, who had been squinting his eyes at the meeting point a mile and a half away, also heard it.

The last fourteen special forces involved in the assessment were divided into seven groups and were randomly scattered by Liu Lang in the vast back mountain jungle of the Independent Regiment. Their gathering location was at the foot of Heilong Mountain 150 miles away. However, this time they could not walk on the mountain road and had to walk through the jungle. There was no supply or weapons. The only hijab she had was mainly for them to split the dense shrubs and necessary protection.

The reason why the two squadron leaders did not participate in this assessment was because they had to lead enough soldiers to patrol the road at the foot of the mountain. If smoke came out of the mountain, they would rush over and rescue the soldiers who had to give up asking for help.

No matter what, he is not a loser. Liu Lang felt that the soldiers of this era were actually far better than he did at that time. In that era, he had a communicator. If he really couldn't hold on, he would come to rescue him as soon as he pressed the communicator, and he would basically not have any worries about his life.

But they didn't, nothing. If they encountered dangers that could not be solved, the only thing waiting for them was death. Knowing that the chance of death was high, none of the fourteen soldiers retreated and all bravely rushed into the dense forest.

Their choice between death and loyalty simply made Liu Lang feel ashamed.

Especially when snowflakes suddenly floated again two days ago, this greatly increased the difficulty. Cold and hunger were no less than the potential danger in the jungle.

But the soldiers who had been trained in March were all good. From morning to afternoon, at the specified time, 7 groups of 14 special forces returned, 6 groups of 12 people, only Mo Xiaomao and Chen Yunfa were the only group.

The duo that Liu Lang is most favored has not returned yet, which makes Liu Lang worried.

From noon to dusk, although his expression remained unchanged, he never entered the house again, allowing the scattered snowflakes to turn him into a snowman.

Now, he actually heard the howl of the wolf.

During the day, wolves usually rarely howl unless they are called to their companions for food.

Liu Lang felt nervous and ran to the wolf howling quickly without thinking.
Chapter completed!