The group of people who survived the disaster finally found the camp. The group of people struggled to come outside the cliff. Looking at the huge stone wall, everyone felt a little safe, and many people immediately fell down.

Chen Yongjia rushed to the front of the team wearing mud and water, and looked at the cliff from afar: the cliff faced northeastward was a mudslide, about 150 meters wide and the slope was about 45 degrees. He ordered the team to stop, called Daoma, and asked him to take 10 regiments to investigate by using the method of removing the big stone plate. The rest of the people took them to collect trunks and branches, etc., and paved a road.

The cliff has an altitude of about 1,000 meters, shaped like a tiger's mouth. It has narrow sides, wide in the middle, facing southeast, about 1,000 meters long and about 150 meters wide in the middle. It should be a fault rock formation with typical karst landform characteristics. The lower half of the fault is horizontal, and a flat ground of about two football fields is formed in the middle. About two thirds of the fault flat ground is blocked by the rocks protruding obliquely above.

Chen Yongjia ordered Dao Lang to call a few people to go around to inquire, and at the same time sent a stronger group of people to lay grass felts to cover the wind and rain.

Suddenly, someone in the searching team screamed, and a ball of black fog attacked them. Chen Yongjia took out his gun and shot at the black fog. The black fog was actually dispersed, and the others also fired one after another, and the black fog gradually dissipated. Everyone looked closely and found that the "black fog" was originally composed of thousands of bats. Daoma and the others escaped, but three of them had been bitten.

Chen Yongjia shouted loudly, "Light! Smoky!" But it was wet everywhere, how to ignite the fire? Everyone looked at him in a panic. Chen Yongjia suddenly remembered the field marching stove that he had only learned to make. So he found a slightly higher earth slope, shoveled out a marching stove with a shovel, and asked someone to find some oily pine cones, etc. He asked, "Is there any wine?" Daoma handed over a gourd and said, "There is still a little bit." He took it and shook it, and it was about half a pound. He held a bunch of pine needles in his arms and asked, "Who has a match?" A barbarian handed over a gasoline lighter silently.

About 15 minutes later, the fire finally started. Chen Yongjia asked the group members to continue the fire carefully, and let the straw felt half shelter the wind and rain to dry the pine needles and pine cones. Daoma and the others looked at Chen Yongjia with strange eyes: When did the young master learn to make a soil stove? But they followed the example and quickly made three more marching stoves, which accelerated the baking speed.

30 minutes later, Daoma and others held the torch, held the firewood, and rushed towards the edge of the cliff. The four people in front held muskets and bombarded the group of graceful bats on the cliff in turn. The storm of flames finally rose at the cliff.

Strong smoke floated over the cliff from time to time along the wind. Chen Yongjia said silently in his heart: "Cute bats, for our survival, you have to give way."

At the entrance of the cliff, Daoma said: "The bats were smoked away, but the worms and ants were everywhere in the cliff, and they still couldn't get in." Chen Yongjia gritted his teeth and said: "Continue to burn with fire!"

The people were so powerful that everyone collected thousands of kilograms of firewood and burned them from the cliff. The bones of many large animals gnawed by bats and insects in the cave were also burned. The ashes were dancing in the night sky, and stars were phosphorescent. It seemed as if many ghosts were dancing. It took Chen Yongjia and the others nearly an hour to truly enter this cliff.

Chen Yongjia traveled over the past few hours, and like his brothers, he had no meals or eyes. He had been in trouble with wind and rain, rescued people, climbed mountains and wading, burned fire and smoked caves, and was so tired that he wanted to lie down and couldn't get up. But when he thought that his identity was "the eldest young master", that is, the "leader" of these people, he struggled to stand up and shouted in a hoarse voice:

"Daoma!"

"Come on! The eldest young master" Daoma was also exhausted, but responded and rushed over quickly.

"I asked your uncle Daolang to send someone to both ends of the cliff to keep watch; and then send 5 people to watch the barbarians brought by the stone pan. If necessary, you can tie them up and restrict them. The guards will change their sentries in one hour! In addition, send a few people to settle the 20 mules and horses; and then send 20 people to chop firewood and fodder, build fences and lay grass on the stone slabs; ask everyone Jiang Si to lead a few people, build a few big fires with stones, and raise a few more places of fire. The firewood must be supplied, and the fire cannot be cut off," Chen Yongjia ordered a series of instructions.

"Yes" Daoma went to pass the order.

In the spring of southern Yunnan, it is still soaked at night, not to mention on this mountain with an altitude of more than 1,000 meters. Chen Yongjia looked at the cliff that could cover up most of the wind and rain, looked at the dark night sky outside, and looked at the group of people around him who had just settled down and survived from death, and was deeply moved. He thought to himself: I almost died again after traveling less than a day, and crossed a gate of hell. Fortunately!

After a while, several large fires rose at intervals in the cliffs where the rain could be sheltered. Everyone gathered around the fire to get warm and baked their wet clothes. Chen Jiayong was on the fire next to the only calfskin tent that had just been set up, roasting the wet clothes. It took him a long time to feel a hint of warmth.

At this time, Daoma returned and said, "Young Master, you have already arranged everything. What are your instructions?"

Chen Yongjia said weakly: "Build a pot to make rice."

"Yes" Daoma went there for a while and brought someone who was nearly 40 years old.

The man came over and crawled down to kowtow: "Jiang Si has seen the eldest young master."

Daoma said: "This is Uncle Jiang Si, the leader of everyone."

Chen Yongjia said: "Go and cook quickly. Everyone hasn't been in for a day, so why are they still grinding them?"

"Go back to the eldest master, there is no...no food anymore." Jiang Si replied in a trembling voice.

"What?" Chen Yongjia was furious. These more than 100 people climbed for a day, hungry and cold, and now they didn't even have a meal.

Jiang Si hurriedly said, "Go back to the eldest master: We didn't bring any food when we came out now. The food we brought with us was stored on the other side of the mountain. I thought we could go back today, but we were camping on this cliff. There was a little dry food, but it was not enough for everyone to eat."

Chen Yongjia frowned and said, "First boil some hot water, everyone drinks a little hot water, and wash it before talking."

Jiang Si said: "I saw a spring water in the cliff ahead. It didn't stop flowing. The water was as thick as a finger. I was digging a small pool and I didn't worry about drinking water."

Chen Yongjia said: "It's very good. Just build a stove by the pool. Boil water quickly. I'll find a way to get the food." Jiang Si took the order and left.

When Chen Yongjia was worried, Daolang came to report: "During the horse cleaning, we have found that there are about 100 kilograms of rice, and there are also..."

Chen Yongjia immediately interrupted him: "How many people do we have?"

"Return to the eldest master 99 people," Daolang replied.

Chen Yongjia said: "Stop talking about other things. All supplies are sent to be taken seriously and wait for me to check. Cook 20 kilograms of rice immediately."

"Yes" Daolang took the order and left.

Chen Yongjia drows on the fire and falls asleep for a while. In his sleep, he sees many delicious dishes, and he keeps chewing...

He was in a daze and was pushed to wake up. He was stunned. It was Daoma.

Chen Yongjia asked: "Why?"

"Good thing, young master." Daoma said excitedly.

It turned out that more than 20 people from Daoma and the others went out to find firewood and forage, but they didn't expect to encounter two injured wild boars. They hunted them back and found many wild animals and wild birds that died in the earthquake.

Chen Yongjia hurriedly went over with Daoma, but saw Jiang Sizheng so happy that he didn't know what to do. The two wild boars, the small one weighed more than 100 kilograms, and the large one was nearly 300 kilograms; there were nearly 100 hares, one wolf, and a lot of wild animals, and they picked up a lot of wild vegetables.

Chen Yongjia ordered: "Skin the hares, wild boars, etc. first, be careful not to hurt the skin, it will be useful in the future. Let's eat barbecue rabbit meat tonight." Jiang Si got the order and quickly took a group of people to work.

Soon, everyone got a portion of food: each person had about 2 taels of rice and a large bowl of rabbit meat. Everyone who had not eaten hot rice in the past two days chewed it voraciously. The wooden bowls brought by a few people were not thrown away. Most people used bamboo tubes and picked banana leaves to serve food and meat-free wild vegetable soup.
Chapter completed!