Desert Island Records: PUBG

Chapter 45 The Hard Life

The front end of the wood grass pierced the air, and under the sunlight and someone's sharp eyes, it flew straight towards the crooked coconut tree!
Then, a gust of wind blew, but it didn't change the direction in which the wood grass stabbed, but the wood grass still pierced straight towards the coconut tree:
Then he stabbed empty.

…Looking at the wooden stalk planted in the mud and just barely touching the coconut tree, Zhou Hui remained expressionless, then he stretched out his hand as if nothing had happened and pulled out the wooden spear, which he put on his right shoulder .

After filling the iron pot with half of the seawater again, restarting the flame, and restarting the freshwater device, he went back to the reef again, got into the fishing tent, and thought about the solution to the problem.

As for why he didn't slowly come up with a solution on the beach, it can only be said that he felt that he was frightened out of his psychological shadow, and any sign of trouble felt that danger was approaching and approaching.

Going back to the beach is just continuing to distill the seawater to get fresh water.

Crouching in the shaded fishing tent, Zhou Hui heaved a sigh of relief, and at the same time began to figure out how to get out of the predicament.

It is foreseeable that this is not something that can be resolved in a short while.

He must prepare for a long struggle.

The first question was about the camp, because if he couldn't solve it in one day, he couldn't guarantee that the wild boar wouldn't open his seemingly solid tent at night and turn himself into its blood food.

He has several options for this, one is here, the place under his feet, one is not moving the camp where it is, and the other is moving the tent to another place.

The first option was first ruled out by Zhou Hui, because the weather on the island was changing rapidly, and it was purely courting death for him to set up a tent on the reef.

The second option can be chosen, but the premise is that he must set up traps around him, and he can't do it without any protection.

The third option is to relocate the camp, but the island is only so big, nowhere will be safe, where should he relocate?
There is no doubt that the second is the most correct choice.

After confirming the initial plan, Zhou Hui put away his fishing rod, stopped fishing, let out a breath, and looked firmly at the endless turbulent sea.

Now that the idea is decided, let's get started!

Taking a sigh of relief in his heart, he stepped out of the fishing tent, stepped into the sea water, and started to head towards the island.

Picking up a few reefs and shells from the sand, the first step in the plan was to go to the south of the island and harvest the clumps of tough vines on the high slopes.

There are no other weapons on the island, no daggers, no guns, and the only things he can use most are the trees and vegetation growing on the island.

The first prerequisite for the implementation of the plan is that you must not be tough with wild boars!

Simply killing wild boars is meaningless, trapping wild boars to death, and then killing them without any hindrance is the goal!
There is no medicine on the island, which means that he must not be injured. A simple wound may kill him. Get out of the state of a lion fighting a rabbit, and fight to the death with all your strength!
Of course, he is not a lion, so he has to use weapons, traps, and preparations to disguise himself as a mighty lion.

On the soil slope, the hard and not-so-soft vines are still so difficult to cut. Every time at this time, Zhou Hui thought that if he held a sharp knife or a dagger in his hand, he might be able to cut it with three or two knives. Cut out a good vine.

About an hour later, Zhou Hui dragged five very long vines and stepped on the beach, sweating profusely and walking towards the camp.

The first time he only cut three strips in an hour, this time he had experience, so he brought five strips, but these were still far from enough.

After picking up the newly accumulated fresh water in the coconut shell and drinking it in one gulp to replenish the water lost by the body, Zhou Hui returned to the tent and began to make these vines into the surrounding protection.

The method is very simple. It is to tie long vines to the two thick tree trunks closest to the tent to form a fence. Then, according to this method, each side of the tent is equipped with such vine fences to fence wild boars. Enter the tent.

Although such a vine fence has a lot of gaps and needs to be arranged in multiple layers to achieve the effect of the wall, Zhou Hui never planned to stop the wild boars that came in at all.

His plan is to:
"Use this to entangle the intruding wild boar, and then be discovered by yourself. After you discover it, you will have time to escape."

This is not a good way.

But it was the best way he could think of.

Being on a deserted island is such helplessness. There are no resources, so there is no good way, not to mention that he himself is not a well-trained professional.

Repeated work, so busy until the sand on the beach gradually becomes hot, busy until the sun shining down from the sky is no longer so hot.

And the purpose of this is just to make him wake up in the middle of the night and have time to escape...

On the beach, beside the coconut trees, Zhou Hui cut off half of the remaining kelp and boiled it in a small iron pot.

The kelp is not boiled in fresh water, but in clear...sea water...

He still has a small part of the fresh water distilled before, which was accumulated with great difficulty during this period, so he used it reluctantly, so what boiled in the iron pot was bitter sea water.

There is no way, there is no fresh water, and the thick kelp is extremely difficult to cook. It is a waste of drinkable fresh water, so it can only be cooked with sea water.

In the middle, Zhou Hui tasted the taste of seaweed boiled in sea water. The feeling can only be said to be both umami and bitter, and he can still swallow it bravely.

After the kelp was thoroughly cooked, it became easy to crunch. The muscles on Zhou Hui's forehead twitched. He picked up a large piece of kelp that looked delicious, and opened his mouth so that his mouth and tongue were filled with bitterness.

It's really unpalatable...

After biting the bullet and swallowing all the boiled kelp, Zhou Hui finally cut off the last piece of vine with trembling hands, took the reefs and shells that had been changed several times, and returned to the camp panting , and tied this last stiff vine to the tree trunks around the camp.

Looking at the vine defense fence around the tent, he suddenly felt that such tiring behavior was worth it.

You know, he not only used vines to make a fence defense, but also piled some stones on the ground of the fence, and pulled some non-bendable wooden sticks and branches to the vines to strengthen the strength of the defense.

However, in the conception and actual design, he did not leave a door for himself to go in, because the gap between the vines is enough for his body to pass through, which is his advantage, lest the wild boar happen to appear in the "door" Direction, easily passed through the "defense" that was built with great difficulty.

In addition to the defense of the tent and the weapons and traps against wild boars, he also prepared some additional tools, such as torches, which are torches stuffed together with short, thick wooden sticks and dry branches of dried grass leaves.

Although an unqualified torch can barely burn for less than 10 minutes, but if you prepare a few torches and burn them continuously, you can still barely burn them in 10 to [-] minutes.

sunset.

The orange fireball fell in the west, dyeing the bay golden red.

Inside the fishing tent, Zhou Hui watched the sun moving westward silently, feeling tired from fishing. Although the sunset scenery on the beach was beautiful, he didn't feel relaxed at all.

Because after sunset comes night.

black night...

(End of this chapter)