The burning pain and suffocation in his lungs urged the fat man to swim forward for his life.
Just as he was about to surface, a huge, strong tail suddenly hit him from behind, carrying a huge wave and knocking the fat man out of the water. After falling heavily on the ice, he slipped into the water due to inertia.
The fat man was hit hard twice in succession. If it weren't for the backpack on his back as a buffer, almost all of his internal organs would have been blown out.
The fat man fell into a crevice in the ice in a daze and could not move for a while, but the Maponim did not let him go.
Maponim's long tail flicked, and the beast's head continued to hit the ice plate next to the fat man.
Maponim's animal head suddenly jumped up from the gap between the two ice plates, knocking the two ice plates with a diameter of three to four meters into the water and standing upright, like poker cards stuck diagonally.
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The fat man was dangerously caught in the gap between two giant pieces of ice, swaying with the water waves, and his life was in danger.
The ice slab standing on it was already shaky, so Maponim seemed to be deliberately teasing, and gently pushed one of the ice slabs with his head.
The ice plate suddenly collapsed, slamming down on the fat man below. The water waves around the ice plate instantly splashed tens of meters high.
The upper body of Mabonim jumped out of the water happily, letting out a long clear whistle, and then plunged into the water to catch the prey caught under the ice.
However, the strange thing is that it swam up and down in a large circle and found no trace of the living creature. There was only a backpack under the ice slab that exuded an odor that made it extremely disgusted.
But what is surprising is that Maponim did not pay attention to the missing prey. Instead, he swam directly towards the backpack, grabbed the strap of the backpack in one mouth, and at the same time made a dull sound like a drum in his throat.
Then he took his backpack and swam deeper into the dark abyss of the lake.
After hearing the sound, the other Maponim who were still floating on the water stopped knocking over the ice one after another. After making several similar roars, they followed closely after the Maponim who left first.
Nim walked away behind him.
By the time the lake calmed down, the sun had completely set behind the snow-capped peaks, leaving only a faint glowing band on the horizon.
There was a ripple in the lake. Zhang Zhu held the fat man in his arms and emerged from behind an ice slab. The fat man was still dazed and unresponsive.
It turned out that before the ice slab was knocked over by Maponim, Zhang Zhuxun had already been under the water for a long time. At the critical moment, he swam up and pulled the fat man away from the area where the two ice slabs collapsed and fell.
It was equally dangerous on the ice, so he simply took Fatty and hid behind a hill-like ice cap.
Fortunately, Maponim's attention was focused on the backpack at that time. Most of the fat man's backpack was filled with detonators and bullets. Zhang Zhuxun took it off the fat man's back and threw it into the water in order to reduce weight.
Although I don’t know why Maponim only focused on the backpack, it was a lucky chance for them to escape the disaster.
Zhang Zhuxun and the fat man swam quickly to the ice board where Wu Xie was lying.
Wu Xie had a big cut on his head in the water, and he bled a lot. Now his face was frozen to the point of freezing.
Just now, Maponim almost overturned the ice plate he was on with his tail. He could only hold on to the raised ice edges on the ice to hold on and prevent himself from falling.
When the wind and waves subsided, and when he came back to his senses, the wet clothes on his body had been frozen into an ice shell and stuck to the ice, and he almost fainted from the cold.
Seeing the luminous markers on Zhang Zhuxun's collars swimming towards this side with fluorescent lights, Wu Xie hurriedly pulled his clothes off the ice, shivering, got up, knelt down on the edge of the ice, and shouted in a low voice
Said: "How are you? Are you okay?"
Zhang Zhuxun didn't say a word, but took the fat man by the armpits and dragged him to the ice board.
Wu Xie quickly reached out to help, and the two of them lifted and pulled the heavy fat man up, who was wrapped in a ball of wet cotton clothes.
Wu Xie dragged Zhang Shuxun up again, and just as he was about to talk to him, Zhang Shuxun tilted his body and fell to the ice, with blood flowing from his ears.
"..." The blood all over Wu Xie's body suddenly stopped, and his brain buzzed.
"Wooden fish!"
He rolled over and hugged Zhang Zhuxun's head to test his breathing. No, his hands, which were as stiff as stone, could not feel the airflow at all.
He shook his hands and felt the pulse on the side of his neck. There was no temperature and no beating.
"No...it won't be..."
He told himself in his heart that Muyu just fainted and would be fine!
It must be that the temperature of his hands was too low, which caused the skin's sensitivity to decrease, so he couldn't feel the beating of his pulse.
But the previous scene of Muyu vomiting blood was still vivid in his mind, and Wu Xie became more and more panicked.
When Maponim let out a roar that included shock waves superimposed with ultra-low infrasound waves, Zhang Zhuxun protected Wu Xie and Fatty under his body and bore the brunt of the strongest wave of impact.
Thunder exploding at such a close distance can cause tinnitus, and in more severe cases, can even perforate the eardrum.
The subsequent superimposed vibrations of ultra-low-frequency sound waves will have a resonance effect on the human body, causing vibration and paralysis in people's muscles. This is the reason why Wu Xie was unable to move when he fell into the water.
Infrasound waves drive the thorax and abdominal cavity to resonate at the same time, causing the human body to tremble in its limbs, go into shock and faint, and in more severe cases, even all internal organs with cavities will be stimulated to bleed, and the resulting damage is completely fatal!
Wu Xie couldn't accept that something happened to Muyu in front of him. He didn't dare or didn't want to think about that possibility.
Muyu has already "died" once, he has already "died" once...
Wu Xie's head began to feel dizzy, and the space around him seemed to start to spin. He slapped himself hard to wake him up.
The wooden fish will not die, he will not let the wooden fish die!
Wu Xie's eyes became determined. He put his hands to his mouth and breathed hard. He kept rubbing his hands together until his ten fingers hurt like knives. Finally, he felt a slight warmth on his fingers.
He immediately put his hands on Zhang Zhuxun's neck and felt the skin on his fingertips pulsating. He couldn't tell whether it was his own blood flowing or the wooden fish's carotid artery pulsing.
There was only one last resort at the moment. Wu Xie pulled open Zhang Zhuxun's jacket, which was gradually freezing, and put his hand from the collar to his skin to feel his heartbeat.
Under the chest, through the skin and bones, the faint beating told him that this was not an illusion, that the wooden fish was still alive——
Great, the wooden fish is really alive!
Wu Xie's nose felt sour, his shoulders slumped, and the blurry mist blocked his sight.
"Damn, I'm scared to death."
He was really happy and sad at the same time. After laughing and looking at the scene he was in, he immediately wanted to cry again.
The ice surface was bare, and there was no snow at all. There was no way to use snow to rub their bodies.
All their equipment had been washed into the water just now. Now the water was so dark that nothing could be seen and there was no way to find it.
If they can't find a fire source tonight, all three of them will freeze to death on this icy lake.
"Muyu, wooden fish?" Wu Xie patted Zhang Chuxun's face without waking anyone up.
In order to prevent him from freezing, Wu Xie had no choice but to wrap him in wet clothes, hold him in his arms to keep him warm, and then patted the fat man beside him.
The fat man didn't know whether it was because he had a fever or because his protective body fat was working to resist the cold. His face was still warm at the moment.
Wu Xie slapped him twice, but failed to wake up the fat man, but there was no time to waste now, he had to find a way to light a fire.
What should he do? If it were during the day, he could use a piece of ice as a convex mirror and use the sun to light the dried clothes as a fire. But now it was night, and there was only half a clear and cold moon above his head.
Wu Xie looked around anxiously. The surroundings were pitch dark, and fog had begun to form on the lake. After a while, he seemed to be blinded by invisible tentacles in the fog, and he could not see anything despite his sore eyes.
In the blink of an eye, the fog was so thick that it looked like white smoke coming out of a chimney.
Wait a minute, smoke!
An idea struck Wu Xie, and he suddenly remembered that Fatty, an old smoker, would definitely carry a lighter and cigarettes with him. In order to prevent them from getting wet from the snow, he would wrap the cigarettes and lighters in waterproof oil paper.
Thinking of this, Wu Xie hurriedly groped for the fat man's clothes and found a hard lump on his chest. He quickly took it out and took a look. He was so excited that he almost burst into tears.
Fatty not only hid his cigarettes, but also contained several dried ginseng slices in the oil paper bag.
He hurriedly picked up the ginseng slices, opened Zhang Chuxun's mouth, fed it in, and stuffed a slice into the fat man's mouth.
Then tear off the oil paper, wrap a few cigarettes with part of the paper to make a simple small torch, and then light it with a lighter.
The moment the flame lit up, the hope in his heart also ignited.
Wu Xie didn't expect to use this fire to keep warm. He mainly wanted to use it for lighting and to look for the lost backpack near the ice plate.
The material of their backpacks is waterproof and can float spontaneously in the water like life jackets. As long as they find the backpack and get the materials inside, they will be saved.
Not long after the fire in his hand lit up, Wu Xie suddenly discovered that there seemed to be a faint light in the fog not far away.
Could it be Zhang Haixing and the others?
Just as I was wondering, I heard three crisp whistles not far away, two short and one long. This was the rendezvous signal they had agreed on in advance. Zhang Haixing and the others were still alive.
Wu Xie was overjoyed and hurriedly blew the whistle three times. All three whistles were very short, indicating that the situation on his side was now very, very, very critical and extremely urgent.
A few minutes after sending the signal, something suddenly flew over in the dark fog with a whooshing sound. Wu Xie felt bad and quickly rolled his head to the side.
With a bang, a big black thing hit the spot where he was just now, and the wind blew out the small torch in Wu Xie's hand.
Wu Xie hurriedly lit the flame again, and when he took a closer look, he saw that it was his own backpack, and he burst into tears.
The sky has eyes, he has been unlucky so many times, he has been unlucky for so many years, and finally he was not completely stupid for once, and God finally showed mercy.
At this moment, Zhang Haixing's image became extremely majestic in his heart. If conditions didn't allow it, he would have liked to put Zhang Haixing on the table and burn incense and candles for her as an offering to the elderly.
Putting aside the messy thoughts in his mind, Wu Xie hurriedly opened the zipper to get the smokeless stove, only to find that the stove inside was missing. It was probably used by Zhang Haixing and the others, but there was still a lot of fuel left, and half of the food was left.
Son.
Wu Xie put his hands together and bowed devoutly to Master Zhang, oh no, to Miss Zhang, Amitabha.
Finally lighting the fire, Wu Xie quickly set up the tent, stripped off the wet clothes of Zhang Zhuxun and the two of them, moved the two of them into the tent and wrapped them tightly in blankets and thickened sleeping bags, and then put the two climbing rods on
The staff was nailed to the side of the fire, and a rope was tied to hang the wet clothes on the fire for baking.
The water in the iron basin on the fire was boiling. Wu Xie threw some brown sugar and ginger slices into it to cook. There was a set of dry clothes in his backpack. He quickly changed into them and moved around the fire for a while. It was cold.
My limbs finally warmed up.
Replying to Zhang Haixing's inquiry with a whistle, Wu Xie scooped two bowls of ginger soup out of a can, brought it into the tent, and carefully fed it to the two of them.
The fat man's condition was better than that of Zhang Zhuxun. Not long after he was fed the hot soup, he opened his eyes in a daze, clutched his chest and groaned in pain. Wu Xie stuffed a hot water bottle into his sleeping bag, and he became calm again.
Fell asleep.
Zhang Zhuxun's face was always pale, as if he would break from a snow sculpture into snow slag in the next second. After his body gradually warmed up, the congestion caused by serious injuries in his body began to flow out, and he vomited out large balls of black blood.
Wu Xie was frightened.
Wu Xie had only learned the most basic first aid, which was also due to Heixiazi's training in the frozen underground river during that time. He deeply doubted whether Heixiazi was really good at pinching and calculating.
I had expected that he would suffer a calamity today, so I taught him these things in advance.
In the second half of the night, Zhang Zhuxun was still unconscious, but the bleeding from his ears and nose had improved, and he no longer vomited blood. Even though his whole body was as hot as an oven, and the tattoos on his face were burned out, he still kept
Curling up and shivering.
Wu Xie gave him antibiotics and antipyretic injections, but they didn't work. He also mixed antipyretic capsule powder with ginger soup and fed it to him.
It was a pity that it was useless. The medicinal soup was so bitter that Zhang Zhuxun would not open his mouth at all. He would spit it out when it was poured in. If he fed it again, he would hide his head.
Wu Xie was so anxious that he stared, and there was really nothing he could do with him, so he couldn't give him a beating.
What Wu Xie is most afraid of is that Zhang Zhuxun's fever is so serious that it will cause pneumonia. The altitude here is so high and the oxygen is thin. If it eventually causes emphysema, it will be troublesome. Then a series of cardiopulmonary and cerebral complications will follow, but
It will kill people.
He gave Zhang Zhuxun all the available anti-inflammatory injections, gave him water and physically cooled him down. He also had to take care of the fat man's situation and hurriedly hit the back of his head with his feet.
Fortunately, although the fog was thick outside, there were no scary screams or dangers.
Looking at the soft firelight outside the tent, Wu Xie's tense nerves could finally relax a little.
