Chapter 641 Homecoming! (The German team qualified for the group stage
Chapter 641: Home! (Added update after the German team qualified for the group stage)
The team going home has been reduced sharply to only 1,200 people!
Eight hundred people fell on the way home...
Keep moving forward, no one knows how many people will die, and no one knows whether they can return to their hometown alive. But none of them regret it.
As long as people are alive, there is hope.
As long as they can go home, they are willing to do so no matter what the price.
"We are about to enter the Mara Valley!" Old Master Sun's loud voice rang out in the team: "Everyone, follow closely, don't let anyone be left behind. Follow one by one!"
The team walked forward slowly... Tiredness, sadness, and determination were written on everyone's face...
Mara Valley is like a fierce god from hell, coldly watching everyone who gets into its "mouth"...
In the valley, venomous snakes and wild beasts are constantly appearing. If you are not careful, even the most experienced hunter will be bitten.
Old Master Sun carefully observed the surroundings and kept shouting at the team to speed up. If they leave here a minute earlier, they would bring hope of life.
The only good thing is that the Russians can't catch up...
With a "plop" sound, a woman fell down. In the exclamation, Old Sun ran over in a hurry, squatted down and checked, then stood up and sighed: "Bury it..."
Another one died.
The team did not stop because of this. Along the way, they saw too many such things...
"The net has been bitten by a snake! The net has been bitten by a snake!"
Suddenly such a voice came from the front.
Old Master Sun felt nervous and hurried over.
He has no sons or daughters, and has never married a wife in his life. He has always treated Wangzi as his own son. When he heard that something happened to Wangzi, he became anxious and confused.
When he stepped into the grass on the roadside, he suddenly felt a stabbing pain on his ankle, which made Mr. Sun feel cold: It's over, he was bitten by a snake too!
After vigorously shaking off the poisonous snake around his ankle, Mr. Sun rushed to the net without stopping.
There were two snake bite wounds on Net's left hand. Old Sun didn't have time to think about it, and tied Net's wrist tightly with a cloth belt, then let him hang his hand and let the blood flow to his palm.
When his palms started to turn purple and black, Mr. Sun took out a knife and cut his palms to bleed.
The blood started out black, then turned purple, then red. It wasn't until it turned red that Old Sun heaved a sigh of relief.
He reached into his arms, his expression changed, but then he took out his hand, took out the snake medicine, and applied it on the wound of the net: "Okay, I finally got this little life back...
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"Grandpa Sun, thank you." Wangzi said weakly.
Old Sun smiled and was about to get up when he felt dizzy and fell to the ground.
"Old Master Sun, Old Master Sun!" came the exclamation from the side.
Mr. Sun asked someone to help him up, and he sat down and pulled up his pants. There was another exclamation of surprise, and the snake's tooth marks clearly appeared on Mr. Sun's ankles.
Just like he had done to save the net, Old Master Sun bled himself. A man next to him who knew a little bit about it breathed a sigh of relief: "Okay, now that I've applied the snake medicine, we should be able to save him."
But Mr. Sun did not bring out the snake medicine.
"Old Master Sun, where is the snake medicine?"
"No more." Mr. Sun smiled bitterly and shook his head: "The last pack was just used for the net."
The net was stunned, everyone was stunned...
"Master Sun, I, I'm sorry for you, I, I, I owe..."
Net's tears suddenly flowed out.
Old Master Sun smiled and said: "I am old, and my body and bones are not as strong as when I was young. Even the snake medicine may not be effective. I have run so many miles, and the snake venom has already entered my body, and it is useless to apply it again."
..."
Tears were streaming down Wang Zi's face, and he knew that Old Sun was comforting him there.
Old Mr. Sun struggled to stand up, with a stern look on his face: "Don't just sit there in a daze, let's go, let's go, get out of here quickly!"
The crowd moved again...
At night, Mr. Sun began to quarrel and talk nonsense. Everyone knew that this was the onset of snake venom. A large bowl of blood was given to him, and Mr. Sun regained consciousness.
He knew that he could not make it, and Xu Du could not hold on for the rest of the night. He called Wangzi to him, saw that Wangzi's eyes were red, and touched his head:
"Wangzi, don't cry, remember, keep walking north here, keep walking, and you can go home."
Wangzi nodded vigorously, and Old Sun Ye said uneasily: "When we came out, there were about two thousand people. When we entered the Mara Valley, hundreds of people died. Many more died here. Now
Not even half of them are left. Remember, you must take them out there..."
Wangzi cried again, Mr. Sun was explaining his funeral arrangements.
Old Master Sun smiled slightly: "Net, Old Master Sun, can you please help me?"
"Old Master Sun, you tell me, I will do whatever you want."
The old man smiled and said: "There is a rule in my hometown. If you die without a son kowtowing in front of the grave, you will have to be a pig or a dog in the next life. If you see how pitiful your old man is, why don't you kowtow twice in front of my grave?
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Wangzi wiped her tears: "Old Master Sun, you saved my life, I will treat you as your son!"
Old Sun Ye smiled very happily...
At daybreak, old Mr. Sun was not dead yet, he was still struggling there. Maybe he left just like that because he was unwilling to do so. He finally had to go home. He was really unwilling to die at this time...
Wangzi, Shanzi, and a few young men from Dashou made a stretcher and carried Mr. Sun forward step by step. They swore that as long as there was still a little hope, they would take Mr. Sun away from here.
Mr. Sun is the leader of these people. It is he who has led the refugees through hardships and dangers one after another. It is he who has led them closer and closer to the past.
However, old Mr. Sun himself was in trouble.
The snake venom continued to wreak havoc on Mr. Sun, and bloodletting no longer worked. Lying on the stretcher, Mr. Sun kept vomiting blood and talking nonsense. The net was carefully distinguishing it, and he could only barely hear what he heard.
A few words:
"...Amei...Amei...I'm back..."
Who is Amei? The Internet has never heard Mr. Sun say it. Maybe she was his lover when he was young. Maybe there is a romantic story in Mr. Sun's heart, but he has never told anyone...
...
Mr. Sun struggled on the stretcher for a whole day and night. In the afternoon of the next day, Mr. Sun suddenly woke up and his spirits improved a lot. He called Wangzi to his side:
"How many of us are left?"
"Only a few hundred..." Wangzi's voice was a little low: "Many people died of hunger and disease, some were bitten by poisonous snakes and died, and some people didn't know they were there.
Where did it go..."
Old Master Sun said "Oh" and looked around: "I came here with my master when I was young. If I remember it well, I can go out in half a day's walk. After going out, continue walking north.
Then you can go home..."
"Well, Old Master Sun, we will take you back together."
"I can't do it." Mr. Sun shook his head slightly, and then began to vomit blood... He said with difficulty: "Wangzi, Wangzi, my good son...
"
After all, Old Master Sun didn't survive, and he died quietly.
This time Wangzi didn't cry. He buried the old grandpa and kowtowed like the most filial son!
When he raised his head, his forehead was covered with blood, and then he gritted his teeth and said loudly:
"Let's go, let's go, we're going out soon, we can go home soon!"
Lao Suntou is dead, and now the net is the head of these refugees.
No matter how difficult it is, we must take them out.
This is what the Internet promised to Mr. Sun...
...
"The decisive battle has begun in Kdonsnoyarsk."
"Yeah, it looks like we're getting ready for the winter."
Several Chinese soldiers holding guns were chatting there.
"What is that?" Suddenly, a soldier pointed forward and shouted.
His companion quickly raised his gun.
A group of people are coming here. Are the Russians coming to attack?
However, as the group approached, the soldiers lowered their guns.
What did they see!
A group of people wearing rags and rags, supporting each other, walking towards here exhausted. Among them were old people, women, and children...
A soldier couldn't help shouting:
"This is the Chinese Defense Zone, what do you do?"
The common people stopped for a moment, unable to believe what they heard. The young man in the lead said loudly: "Where is this place?"
"This is the Chinese Defense Zone!"
The young people trembled, and all the people trembled!
This is the Chinese Defense Zone, this is the place for the Chinese!
Everyone sat down on the ground and cried loudly.
Go home, go home, we are home!
The young man knelt down on the ground with a plop and cried loudly: "Master Sun, Dad, we're home, we're home! Open your eyes and look, we're home!"
The cries resounded here...
This is a story that has not been recorded in any official history.
In October 1920, a group of Chinese from Akchatu began to return home. They withstood the pursuit of the Russians, the devouring of poisonous snakes, the harsh environment, and the threat of death.
In more than a month, they went from more than 2,000 people when they set out to only about 600 people left! Most of them died quietly on the way home.
No matter how difficult it is, they endure it because they always have an eternal dream in their hearts:
go home!
Now, they can finally cry loudly with confidence, and they can finally laugh with tears. They thought that after going through so much suffering and so many death threats, they finally: