Chapter 295: Survival from desperate situation
Chapter 295 Survival from desperate situation
The cliff is too high and there are too many trees.
When tractors go up against trees, the trees usually win.
However, none of them died. Even in the most serious car accidents, people often survived, and sometimes just a small collision could break someone's spine and kill them on the spot.
The focus is on posture and timing.
Well, it actually all depends on luck.
Obviously the only thing they can win now is luck.
“Song Moting!”
She called softly.
no respond.
He feels no pain.
Song Moting thought that maybe he should feel pain, but not at all.
This is good because no one likes pain.
Everything seems distant and unreal.
He knew he should try to get up, there was an urgent reason that compelled him to get up, but he didn't want to move at all.
All right!
He couldn't move anyway.
Perhaps you can get up later.
No, no, Song Moting can't lie to himself, even now.
Especially now.
He doesn’t want to die.
But he will die if he continues like this, but it doesn’t matter.
If he still had a choice, he would still not give up easily and protect the people he loved, but when all options disappeared, it felt so heavy to let go.
He could feel his life passing by, each breath getting slower and slower.
“Song Moting!”
She yelled again insistently, grabbing his shoulders and trying to pull him up.
Feeling like he was dragging a piece of wood, his head leaned lazily to one side, blood dripping from his nose and chin.
She knew that it was obviously useless to delay him like this.
Once she drags him down, it will be gravity.
This height, although not very high.
He will fall directly from the tree.
To make matters worse, two trees on the ground that had been hit by their tractor became obstacles.
A branch penetrated the rear body of the tractor like a thorn in a trap. The sharp tip of the branch was pointed upward. If he was not careful, he would be at risk of being stabbed. Therefore, she moved around Looking around to find something to put on the branches.
Her first thought was their luggage, but she could not find it.
It was placed in the bed of the tractor and is now empty.
It may have ended up somewhere as the tractor rolled over.
The tractor is now clean, and the only thing Jiang Xiaoxiao can use is his military coat.
At the moment, what she needs is something thick enough to cover sharp branches, and this coat seems to be the only one that can be used.
The problem is still not high enough.
She couldn't reach him, let alone move him down.
Inspiration comes.
She quickly took out the food in the space. If she wasted the food at this time, she would be punished by God, but she didn't care.
Two bags of grain were placed on the branches as additional bedding.
In order to be afraid that Song Moting would roll down after falling.
She continued to pick up a few more bags of grain.
Jiang Xiaoxiao drank a bottle of peach juice for himself, and his body seemed to be much better than before.
She jumped onto the bed of the tractor again. This height was the only angle from which she could pull Song Moting.
“Brother Song, if I pull you down this time, I will be sorry for the wound I hit you.”
Talking to oneself makes one feel somewhat less empty.
Her biggest worry was that it was getting dark.
Once the wild beasts appeared in the jungle, the two of them really fed them.
Her force value is not convincing enough.
Also looking for a tractor driver.
If this continues, it will be difficult for her to spend the night by herself, let alone find someone to take care of the wounded.
The current situation is really not good.
A low moan escaped from deep in his throat.
Jiang Xiaoxiao shook him hurriedly, "Brother Song! Brother Song, wake up!"
This time is more worrying than the last time a big tree fell.
Song Moting had no other reaction.
She took a few more deep breaths, not knowing how to deal with this situation.
The air he breathed in was very cold, and the cold wind and the pungent smell of evergreen trees hit his face, like a slap in the face.
She thought about it again.
Under unknown circumstances, you can only do it with the risk of injury.
If possible, she would be willing to extend the lives of Song Moting and Peach Juice. The problem is that in their current position, she can't even feed them, let alone drink them.
Hung on the tree all the time, Song Moting couldn't hold on for long.
She was pulling him down using the principle of leverage, and gravity was helping a lot.
As his head and shoulders slid down, she shifted her position so that she was more underneath him.
Let his body land more on her body to avoid causing secondary damage.
But God knows that Song Moting is dead, completely limp, and has no strength at all, unable to help himself.
So she had to protect his head.
She paused for a moment to catch her breath, then she pulled her knees up, her heels against the sack on the ground, dragging him with her as she pulled herself backwards again.
His weight caused him to slide forward, clumsily falling off the branch and landing on her, knocking her into a pile of grain.
Oh my God!
She could finally see his face now. The terrible wound passed through about three inches of his scalp, diagonally across his forehead, and stopped at the right eyebrow.
She has a lot of first aid knowledge, and a wound on the scalp can cause severe blood loss.
His facial features were all covered in blood, and his military coat and trousers were soaked with dark blood.
He weighs a thousand kilograms.
She gasped and exerted force under him, turning him over onto his back.
Her strength was exhausted quickly. She sat for a while, lowered her head, and tried to hold her breath again.
Her feet felt very cold and uncomfortable, and her clothes were stained with snow and frozen to pieces.
Perhaps she did not fall to death, but the cold here may freeze her to death quickly.
Song Moting's breathing became heavier.
Jiang Xiaoxiao called again.
“Brother Song?“
He swallowed and murmured lowly,
“Where am I?“
She gave a quick, breathless smile.
They were still in dire straits, but at least he was regaining consciousness.
“The tractor crashed down. We two survived, but you have a big wound on your head and I need to stop the bleeding.”
She slowly got up on her knees, almost freezing.
The only good thing is that apart from the head injury, Song Moting had no other internal injuries, and neither did he.
This is the greatest blessing among misfortunes.
The snow is still falling, and if it continues like this, it will be enough to cover everything up in one night.
It’s enough for them to die here.
Song Moting was in a difficult situation.
Jiang Xiaoxiao came to his lips and understood.
Make a fire!
yes!
They need fire.
Fire is a good thing.
It can not only provide warmth, but also serve as a powerful signal.
At this moment, her hands were turning purple from the cold, her body was shaking like chaff, and she didn't even have a shoe on one foot.
This situation prompted her to quickly decide to light a fire.
The cold made her think of making a fire, another proof that either fright, or cold, or a combination of both, had slowed her thinking.
Wrapped up in her coat, even the meager warmth she felt in the cold was appreciated, but she was too wet and nothing would keep her warm unless she dried herself first.
Jiang Xiaoxiao wrapped Song Moting's coat tightly, fed him a bottle of peach juice, and stayed away from any **** treatment.
This is all she can do now.
“I’m going to find firewood. You wait for me here.”
Song Moting smiled helplessly.
“Is there somewhere else I can go?”
The rare humor dispels the gloom just now.
Jiang Xiaoxiao stood up, feeling dizzy.
Damn concussion, she forgot.
But now compared with having a concussion and freezing to death, she would rather have a concussion.
She moved her steps slowly.
(End of this chapter)
