Chapter 295: Survival From a Desperate Situation

The cliff was too high, and there were too many trees.

When tractors go up against trees, the trees usually win.

But they didn't die, because even in the worst car accidents, people often survive, and sometimes just a small bump can break a spine and kill someone on the spot.

It's all about posture and timing.

Alas, it's all about luck.

Apparently, their only victory now is luck.

"Song Moting!"

She called softly.

No response.

He didn't feel any pain.

Maybe he should feel pain, Song Moting thought, but he didn't.

This was good, because no one likes pain.

Everything seemed far away and unreal.

He knew he should try to get up, there was an urgent reason for him to get up, but he didn't want to move at all.

Well!

He couldn't move anyway.

Maybe he could get up later.

No, no, Song Moting couldn't lie to himself, even now.

Especially now.

He didn't want to die.

But he would die if he continued like this, but it didn't matter.

If there were still a choice, he would not give up easily and protect the one he loved, but all the choices were gone, and the feeling of letting go was so heavy.

He could feel his life slipping away, and each breath was getting slower and slower.

"Song Mo Ting!"

She insisted and called again, while grabbing his shoulders and trying to pull him up.

It felt like dragging a piece of wood, his head lazily leaning to one side, blood dripping from his nose and chin.

She knew that it was useless to drag him like this.

Once she dragged him down, she would have to fight against gravity.

This height, although not very high.

He would fall directly from the tree.

To make matters worse, two trees on the ground that were hit by their tractor became obstacles.

A branch pierced the rear bucket of the tractor more like a thorn in a trap, and the sharp tip of the branch was angled upwards. If he was not careful, he would be at risk of being stabbed, so she looked around for something to pad the branch.

The first thing she thought of was their luggage, but she couldn't find it.

It was in the bucket of the tractor, now empty.

It may have gone to who knows where with the rolling of the tractor.

The tractor is now clean, and the only thing Jiang Xiaoxiao can use is her military coat.

What she needs now is something thick that can cover the sharp branches, and this coat seems to be the only one that can be used.

The problem is still not high enough.

She can't reach him, let alone move him down.

Inspiration came.

She quickly took out the food in the space. At this time, wasting food would be punished by God, but she didn't care.

Two bags of food were placed on the branches as additional padding.

In order to prevent Song Moting from falling and rolling down.

She continued to take a few more bags of food.

Jiang Xiaoxiao drank a bottle of peach juice and her body seemed to be much better than before.

She jumped onto the tractor again. This height was the only angle to pull Song Moting.

"Brother Song, I'm sorry if I hit your wound when I pull you down this time."

Talking to herself made people feel that it was not empty.

Her biggest worry was that it would get dark.

Once the wild beasts appeared in the jungle, the two of them would really feed them.

Her fighting ability was not enough to convince people.

She also had to find the tractor driver.

If this continued, it would be difficult for her to spend the night alone, let alone find people and take care of the wounded.

The current situation was really bad.

A low groan escaped from the depths of his throat.

Jiang Xiaoxiao hurriedly shook him, "Brother Song! Brother Song, wake up!"

This time was more heartbreaking than the last time the 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 she inhaled was very cold, and the cold wind and the pungent smell of evergreen trees hit her face, like a slap in the face.

She thought about it again.

Under unknown circumstances, she could only take the risk of injury.

If she could, she would be willing to give Song Moting and peach juice to prolong his life, but the problem was that in this position, let alone drink it, she couldn't even feed it.

Song Moting couldn't hold on for long if he kept hanging on the tree.

She was pulling him down, using the lever principle, gravity helped a lot.

As his head and shoulders slid down, she changed her position to put herself more under him.

Let his body land more on her to avoid secondary damage.

But God knows Song Moting was dead heavy, completely limp, with no strength at all to help himself.

So she had to protect his head.

She paused for a moment to catch her breath, then she raised her knees, her heels against the sack on the ground, dragging him, and she pulled herself back again.

His weight made him slide forward, fall heavily off the branch, fall on her, and smash her into a pile of grain.

God!

She could finally see his face now, the terrible wound passed about three inches of scalp, slanted through the forehead, and stopped at the right eyebrow.

She had a lot of first aid knowledge, and scalp wounds could cause serious blood loss.

His facial features were blurred, and the military coat and pants were soaked with dark blood.

He weighed a thousand pounds.

She panted and pushed under him, turning him over on his back.

Her strength was draining away quickly, and she sat for a while, lowered her head, and tried to catch her breath again.

Her feet felt very cold and uncomfortable, and her clothes were stained with snow and frozen into blocks.

Maybe she didn't fall to death, but the cold here might freeze her to death soon.

Song Moting's breathing became heavier.

Jiang Xiaoxiao called again.

"Brother Song?"

He swallowed and murmured in a low voice,

"Where am I?"

She laughed quickly, breathlessly.

They were still in a difficult situation, but at least he was regaining consciousness.

"The tractor hit us. The two of us survived, but you have a big wound on your head, and I need to stop the bleeding for you."

She knelt up slowly, she was almost frozen.

The only thing to be thankful for was that Song Moting had no internal injuries except for the head injury, and neither did she.

This was a blessing in disguise.

The snow was still falling, and if it continued like this, one night would be enough to cover everything.

It was also enough for them to die here.

Song Moting stammered with difficulty.

Jiang Xiaoxiao leaned close to his lips and finally understood.

Start a fire!

Yes!

They need fire.

Fire is a good thing.

It can keep warm and is a powerful signal.

At this moment, her hands were frozen purple, her body was shaking like a sieve, and one foot was still without a shoe.

This situation prompted her to quickly decide to start a fire.

The cold made her think of starting a fire, which was another proof that the shock, or the cold, or the attack of both, had slowed her thinking.

Wrap up the coat tightly, even such a meager warmth in the cold is grateful, but she is too wet, unless she dries herself first, nothing will keep her warm.

Jiang Xiaoxiao wrapped Song Moting tightly in the coat and fed him a bottle of peach juice, and put any bullshit treatment aside.

Now this is all she can do.

"I'll go find firewood, you wait here."

Song Moting smiled helplessly.

"Where else can I go?"

The rare humor dispelled the haze just now.

Jiang Xiaoxiao stood up, feeling dizzy.

She forgot about the damn concussion.

But now she would rather have a concussion than freeze to death.

She moved slowly.