Xiaomei Oil Lamp was quiet and silent. The fingertips of Shen Le were rough and cold, without even the slightest numbness. It probably meant that Little Oil Lamp was not outputting power.
Shen Le had no choice but to shake it a few more times and start the protection work after rust removal:
One by one, carefully, use a hard-bristled brush to brush the tannic acid solution upwards. After one brushing, brush again, brush again, brush again...
Alas, sealing the iron after derusting is also a delicate job. This work does not require just one coat. It must be applied repeatedly with a hard-bristled brush to promote the reaction between the tannic acid and the iron and form a tannate film on the iron.
In order to make the film evenly formed and have enough thickness, it must be painted back and forth dozens of times. And finishing the painting is not the end of the work:
The tanned surface must be sealed to achieve long-term rust prevention.
Of course, the various parts of Little Oil Lamp were somewhat bent during the disassembly process, and the shape needs to be corrected before they can be put back together and sealed, so there is no rush for the time being.
Just painting, Shen Le was busy for two hours. After painting the tannic acid, he fell on the bed, grabbed the wick of Little Oil Lamp, closed his eyes and rested:
"Let's not make trouble anymore. Everything is fine. The electricians are already working very hard, let's not cause any trouble to them!"
The fingertips were slightly numb, and another memory came over me. The memories were also mixed with full of grievances:
[I have a hard time too!]
[I worked very hard too!]
Ah, this little guy is very active. He has probably been lonely for too long, so he saved a lot of energy and poured a lot of memories into his mind:
This time, it's so dark...
Before Shen Le could recover, he felt himself being pushed. He staggered forward and quickly raised Oil Lamp, only to be pushed down again:
"Lower your head! Don't let anyone see you!"
What's going on?
Coal Oil Lamp This little light can't be lifted high. What are you doing!
However, Shen Le himself, or the person he possessed, had obediently lowered the coal Oil Lamp. One foot higher, one foot lower, stepped on the grass, and headed up the mountain.
Shen Le took a quick glance in his busy schedule and saw that there were about a dozen people on the narrow mountain road. Their clothes were thin, with seven or eight patches, and were in many places in tatters;
Most of the people were carrying guns. As for what kind of guns they were, I'm sorry Shen Le is not a military fan, but I could only see that there were long guns, short guns, and, it seems, machine guns?
Touching his waist, he found that the man he possessed was also equipped with a gun. The barrel of the gun was short, and it seemed to be Mauser C96. He lowered his head again, wearing tattered straw sandals under his feet, and his leggings were tied with several knots. He was so poor...
Which memory has he traveled into?
Shen Le lowered his head, followed the team, and moved forward quickly. The mountain road was rugged, and one foot was higher than the other. Even though the person he possessed was already very good at walking on mountain roads, he inevitably stumbled several times.
Shen Le attached to that person, I just felt weak and short of breath, my stomach was on fire, my bones were beating like a drum. My heart was pounding, and my eyes were going black.
If he was walking by himself now, he would probably have collapsed long ago - what is his blood sugar level now? Has it fallen below the warning level?
Wait, this Copper Fragment has new features?
Not just watching, not following around like a ghost, but being able to possess someone and connect to that person's five senses in real time?
If possible, I still think it would be better to just watch - Shen Le silently complained. However, the person he possessed was still walking as hard as he could without saying a word.
Not only did he walk by himself, he also stretched out his arms and tried to lift Little Oil Lamp as far as possible to help his colleagues in front and behind him to light the way.
In front of the field of vision, a load was swaying. The person carrying the load suddenly stumbled and was about to fall down. Shen Le quickly stepped forward and supported him:
"Be careful!"
Climbing uphill, downhill, wading through water, and crawling under fallen trees. The sharp leaves of thatch cut into my arms, leaving a bloody mark.
Finally, everyone stopped in the open space under a big tree, and one after another heaved a sigh of relief:
"We're here. Let's take a rest..."
The sound of gasping came one after another. Shen Le sat down on the ground and was immediately hit by something sharp:
"Ouch!"
There was gentle laughter all around. A hand stretched out to Shen Le and pulled him up:
"Kid, don't be so hasty!"
Shen Le laughed sheepishly. This smile made his stomach growl even louder, and he couldn't help but cover his stomach with a grimace. The next moment, his forehead was rubbed by a hand:
"Don't worry, don't worry! It's time to cook!"
A few pairs of big feet kicked the fallen leaves on the Kaidi surface, and the sharpened wooden sticks dug a pit in the soft soil. Some people untied dry firewood, someone untied a Black Lacquer paint can, and some poured water into it--
Wait, where is the rice?
There was no rice. A few soldiers each stuffed a bunch of wild vegetables into the jar, poured water, and started cooking it hot.
Shen Le took a bowl of wild vegetable water blankly and tried to fill his mouth. The wild vegetable stretched across his throat, and it hurt like a knife. After eating the wild vegetable water, it seemed that there was something in his stomach, and it seemed that the pain was even worse?
"Kid, let's eat something." His elbow was touched, and suddenly, several spherical, wet things were stuffed into the palm of his hand.
Shen Le took a look at the firelight and found that they were a few bayberries, which were still underripe and glowing with red. He looked up blankly and looked over:
Hello!
This bayberry is not ripe yet!
Are you sure you're eating this when you're hungry? You won't get hungrier the more you eat?
Before he could understand it, the companion had already divided the bayberries into handfuls. It was the turn of the thin middle-aged man wearing glasses standing in the middle. The man lowered his head and looked at the bayberries in his hand, and suddenly walked over to Shen Le:
"Kid, let me switch with you!"
The palm was pulled over, and it was light, then heavy again. What fell into the hand were several dark purple, fully ripe bayberries.
"Instructor! Eat this--"
Shen Le The man he possessed jumped up quickly when he heard it.
However, Instructor smiled and pushed him down. With the other hand, he stuffed the red bayberry into his mouth and chewed it, smiling even if his cheeks twitched with soreness.
Shen Le felt sour in his heart, and his chest was rolling. He also silently stuffed the bayberry into his mouth, chewed it, and swallowed it. His stomach was boiling with acid and twitching with fire, but the pain in his chest was even worse:
This is our team, he thought, this is our team... endure hunger, endure all kinds of hardships, and still go on firmly...
After Instructor finished chewing the bayberry, he took out a harmonica from somewhere and started playing it gently. Shen Le stood beside him, moved his lips, and sang along silently in his heart:
"Every revolutionary soldier must keep in mind the three major disciplines and eight points of attention..."
After playing a piece of music, Instructor led them to sing it a few more times. Then he spread out his notebook under the lamp and called everyone to come forward. He pointed to the words on the notebook and taught them how to learn:
"Today we learn these words... All actions follow the command..."
The light of Oil Lamp shines on the lenses of his spectacles, shining as brightly as his eyes.
Shen Le listened attentively. Even though he could sing the song from beginning to end, even if he knew every word, he still concentrated on listening to Instructor's lecture.
As he listened, the little warrior he possessed suddenly asked:
"Instructor, when Little Devils is driven away and the revolution succeeds, what will our life be like?"