On the first night in the grassland, the heavy rain in the first half of the night turned into the snowy grits that Wei Ran had experienced before entering this historical period.

When the snow that almost froze them to death finally stopped, the morning glow on the horizon had been dyed golden red by the sun that had not yet jumped out of the horizon.

On the meadow that had already been soaked by rain, everyone sat in a group back to back, with the patient Jiang Yu squeezed in the middle. A red cashmere shawl was also wrapped around the people sitting in a circle.

This was when the heavy rain turned into snow last night. The little lama took the initiative to take it off and let everyone gather around him. Thanks to this shawl that is five meters long and one meter wide, otherwise, Wei Ran would even feel that

I could have been frozen to death last night!

Shivering, he put the water-dropped harmonica into his soaked pocket, and then put it into a metal book. When Wei Ran was about to get up, Squad Leader Liu next to him also let go of the two ends of the harmonica that he was responsible for holding.

Phi sheet.

"Comrades..."

Squad leader Liu, who was also trembling, said with a pale face, "Start...start calling the roll..."

There was a pause, and he tried to raise his voice, "Cooking...Cooking class, Li Zhuang."

"have..."

Li Zhuang, who was almost curled up in a circle, gave a trembling response. Wei Ran, who was next to him, could even hear the tiny sound of the opponent's teeth colliding with each other frequently.

"Zhang... Ah Zhi!" Squad Leader Liu continued to name names, "Zhang Erwa..."

"Yes..." Zhang Erwa, whose whole body was dripping with water and whose shoulders were covered with ice, responded feebly.

"Jichun...Chunlan..."

"Yes..." Nurse Ji, who looked pale, responded weakly.

"Jiang...Jiangba Kelsang..." Squad Leader Liu continued to call out names with great energy, "Jiangba...Jiangba Kelsang?"

"Yo..."

The little lama, who looked like a drowned rat, responded feebly. At this time, his upper body was only wearing a red novice vest (Dongga), and even the sheepskin hat he wore before was placed on Jiang Yu's head.

.

"Wei Ran..." Squad Leader Liu looked at Wei Ran, who was the last to join.

"Yes!" Wei Ran tried his best to make his response more forceful.

"Jiang Yu?"

There was a hint of worry and expectation in Squad Leader Liu's tone. At the same time, like everyone else, he turned to look behind him at the patient surrounded by them.

After waiting for half a minute, Jiang Yu, who was back to back with Li Zhuang, weakly raised his hand in response.

"He...the fever hasn't gone down yet..." Nurse Ji touched his forehead and said shivering.

Monitor Liu nodded, tried to squat unsteadily, and said with force, "Let's light a fire...make...get some hot water to warm up...and...let the body move."

..”

Hearing this, Wei Ran stood up staggeringly with the anti-Japanese sword in his hand, shook off the accumulated ice on the bamboo hat on his head, staggered to the side of his bamboo basket, and took out a bundle from it

Firewood.

While everyone was busy, a bonfire was finally raised again, and the copper ladle was filled with the rainwater collected last night.

While everyone was warming up around the campfire, Wei Ran, who was still shaking uncontrollably, walked towards the bamboo basket he had soaked in the mud last night and pulled it up with considerable effort.

Pushing it down with force, Wei Ran used an anti-Japanese sword to dig out the cold, smelly mud bit by bit, trying hard to find any small fish and shrimp that could be used to feed his hunger.

However, in this basket full of mud, his only harvest was an unknown fish that was slimmer than a disposable lighter.

Squeezing the fish head firmly to ensure that it would not slip away from his hands, Wei Ran moved to the edge of the meadow, rinsed it in the cold water, then returned to the bonfire and threw it into the steaming pot.

In a copper ladle.

"Did you catch it in a bamboo basket?" Squad leader Liu asked happily as he was throwing some wild vegetables leftover from last night into a copper ladle.

"Only one" Wei Ran sighed helplessly.

“Only one is also a pot of fish soup”

Monitor Liu was particularly optimistic. He took three slices of ginger from Zhang Erwa, which had been cooked countless times but were only about the size of a Band-Aid, and threw them into the pot. He said confidently, "Maybe.

, Xiao Jiang will feel better after eating the fish you caught!"

Before he finished speaking, he took out another piece of beef jerky that Wei Ran gave him yesterday and generously threw it into the pot.

I hope so...

Wei Ran glanced at the sick Jiang Yu who was lying by the campfire, and the young soldiers Li Zhuang and Zhang Erwa who were helping him wring out his clothes.

At this moment, the little lama patted his arm gently, then pointed to the folded drape, then made a gesture of twisting the towel, and said "Comrade!"

Nodding towards the other party, Wei Ran picked up one end of the folded shawl and helped the other party wring out the cold water adsorbed on it.

"Comrade!"

After placing the wrung-out robe on the bamboo basket, the little lama pointed at Wei Ran's soaked clothes and made a wringing-out gesture again.

Seeing this, Wei Ran happily took off the patched singlet on his upper body, and with the help of the other party, he almost carefully squeezed out the water - they really had to be careful, this dress was already very old, and it might be possible if he was too strong.

Just screw it, even though they are so hungry that they have no strength left.

After Wei Ran put on his clothes again, Nurse Ji, who had just left alone, also walked back from afar through the meadows. She had just gone to find a place to wring out the water stains on her clothes.

With the excuse of needing to pee, Wei Ran hurriedly chose a direction to leave before Nurse Ji walked onto the meadow where they were living. He turned his back to everyone and took out the Rolleiflex with the horse fur waterproof cover from the metal book.

opposite.

After some inspection, in addition to the film in the camera body, there was also a spare film stuffed in the accessory compartment of the camera case.

For this old antique machine that uses 120 film and a 6x6 format, two film rolls mean it can take 24 photos.

In other words, he only has 24 chances to press the shutter to record something.

This time, Metal Book did not mention the requirement to take photos in the return mission, but Wei Ran had never felt that the opportunity to press the shutter was so valuable as now.

24 photos...what should I take?

Wei Ran put away the camera while muttering to himself, searching for answers in his heart.

Looking up at the sky, Wei Ran, who was already a professional film photographer, made some adjustments to the antique camera in his hand, and then turned around and walked towards those...cute comrades.

When he returned to the bonfire, Squad Leader Liu was taking out the beef jerky that had been thrown into the copper ladle with a spoon, and carefully cut it into 6 equal parts with a knife.

"Thanks to Comrade Wei Ran"

When Squad Leader Liu saw Wei Ran coming over, he said happily, "Not only do we have fish soup to drink this morning, we also have beef to eat. Even if we don't waste these things, we guys should walk a few more miles today and try to catch up as soon as possible.

Big army!"

After the three nurses from Ji gave a confident response, Squad Leader Liu poured wild vegetable soup into everyone's bowls and said, "In addition, Comrade Wei Ran took out four strips of beef jerky and 157 pieces of beef jerky."

A grain of highland barley and two peppers are more than our rations."

After saying this, Squad Leader Liu also put the only small fish Wei Ran caught in the morning and the few slices of ginger into the enamel jar of the patient Jiang Yu. As for himself, he still only had a few wild vegetables and grass roots.

"This distribution is unfair," Wei Ran said, exchanging his enamel jar with that of Squad Leader Liu.

However, before he could pick up the enamel jar that belonged to Squad Leader Liu, Zhang Erwa had already taken out the piece of cooked beef from his jar with a spoon and threw it into this jar.

Less than half a second later, Li Zhuang threw his piece of beef into Zhang Erwa's vat. Even the little lama took a small spoon and took out his piece of beef to prepare for the sick ginger.

Put it in Yu's jar.

"Stop fighting"

Nurse Ji, who was feeding wild vegetable soup to patient Jiang Yu with a small spoon, suddenly said, "Stop fighting, Jiang Yu... Comrade Jiang Yu... has already sacrificed his life."

Hearing this, everyone was stunned, and then everyone put down the jars in their hands and silently took off their hats.

Seeing Nurse Ji put down the enamel bowl and slowly closed Jiang Yu's eyes with her hands, the little lama panicked and subconsciously put down the wooden bowl to take off his hat, but he didn't realize it until his hand touched the top of his head.

, his hat is still on Jiang Yu’s head.

"I should have given Comrade Wei Ran the beef jerky he brought out last night," Squad Leader Liu said regretfully.

"It's not your fault"

Nurse Ji sighed, "Even if he ate, he...he just didn't have a full stomach."

"I am not qualified as a cooking squad leader, I..."

"Monitor Liu"

Wei Ran didn't give the other party a chance to finish his words, "Let's eat breakfast while it's hot, and then we'll leave early and try to... try to survive."

Hearing this, Squad Leader Liu couldn't help but trembled. He picked up the enamel jar that once belonged to Weiran and contained fast beef. He suppressed his grief and said, "Comrades, let's... let's eat!"

Before he finished speaking, Nurse Ji poured Jiang Yu's breakfast into the copper ladle, refilled it with water, and then took out the piece of beef about the size of his fingertip and put it into Li Zhuang's cup.

in the jar.

While eating the simple breakfast in silence, Wei Ran noticed Nurse Ji's uncontrollable crying of self-blame, and saw the tears falling down her face covered with frostbite and with sunken cheeks and dripping into the enamel bar.

Almost the same self-blame also appeared on the face of Squad Leader Liu. Thinking about it, they may all think that they did not fulfill the blame.

With a silent sigh, Wei Ran drank his two cups of breakfast in two gulps, then stood up and walked to his bamboo basket and pretended to rummage around. When he returned to the campfire, he already had it in his hand.
To be continued...