Countless bullets rained down on Mallory's location.
Mallory was unable to dodge.
He watched as the head of his wooden bed was swept to pieces by the bullets, and then watched as the trajectory of the bullets swept from the head of the bed to the end of the bed as the fuselage rotated, the area where he was standing.
Did he die like that?
At the hands of a bored fighter pilot?
This fighter pilot killed him for no reason at all, pure boredom, inadvertently found a living person on top of the stone pillar, and then strafed over!
Just like a person sitting on the street bored, found an ant on the ground, and then without a reason, stretched out his foot and stomped that ant to death.
It's sad.
While Mallory was thinking about whether to look at the fighter pilot and give him the middle finger in anger, or to leap off the stone pillar and let him get the thrill of killing a man with a machine gun rather than getting pulverized, the combat helicopter that had just fled frantically suddenly came from below.
With a sound of machine gun shooting through the helicopter's cabin floor, the helicopter pilot who was about to kill Mallory bounced on the seat several times, and his whole body burst several blood splashes, then he died.
The helicopter he was piloting also leaned forward as he was dying, and the nose of the helicopter was pressed down, so the last few rounds fired from the machine gun were off target, and went to the stone pillar at Mallory's feet instead of Mallory's body.
Then the helicopter continued to fall forward and crashed into the stone pillar a few dozen meters below Mallory's feet. A loud explosion, the huge impact and the impact of the explosion, once again let the stone pillar violently shaken up.
Mallory clung to the end of the bed that bed leg, only to not let himself be violently shaken stone pillar throw thrown down.
The head of the bed, which had been machine-gunned to pieces by the helicopter, was thrown out by the shaking of the bedpan and the bed rail, leaving only the two half legs still standing on top of the stone pillar.
While this helicopter was destroyed, several other helicopters chased from below, and they continued to do various flying maneuvers around the stone pillar and continued to fight fiercely.
From time to time, bullets would fly past Mallory's side, or over his head.
At this moment, Mallory deeply experienced what is the military chaos, what is the suffering of the people in the war years.
He could only lie on the top of the stone pillar, hands clinging to the only remaining bed leg, and then, his whole body trembling, waiting for the end of all this.
I don't know how long it took.
It could have been a quarter of an hour, or less.
But for Mallory it was incredibly long.
The 'da da da da da da' machine gun sound finally stopped.
The air battle was over.
The end result was that the hunted combat helicopter survived.
Although he survived, his helicopter was also riddled with holes, and black smoke kept coming out of its fuselage.
Faced with enemies many times his size, the helicopter pilot won the final victory with superb piloting and fighting skills.
Before leaving, he seemed to glance at the top of the stone pillar, but did not come close to rescue, nor did he want to abuse the poor man on top of the stone pillar, and just drove his helicopter directly away.
Calm was restored all around.
The snow continued to fall, but it was much less than before.
Mallory, lying on top of the stone pillar, looked at the devastated wooden bed with only three legs left in front of him and couldn't help but feel angry.
It took him a while to try to regain his composure.
Anger?
Of course angry.
But, is anger useful?
No use.
So, there is no need to be angry.
Without anger, there is only sadness left.
Soon Mallory couldn't help but get angry again.
His extremely precious drink bottle, the drink bottle that almost represented half of his life, the drink bottle that he had been tying it to the bedside rail with a rope woven from the bed sheet, also went with his bed in the air battle just now!
This loss made Mallory almost explode with rage at a certain moment.
In the end, he could only try to persuade himself to hold back.
Maybe the reason for this air battle was this drink bottle?
Shadow City found out that he was 'cheating' and actually got a drink bottle, making his survival a little easier than before, something they definitely would not allow.
So, taking advantage of this air battle, they destroyed his drink bottle.
It felt like a bit of a fuss, but Mallory couldn't think of any other reason, couldn't think of any other more appropriate reason, for this damned air battle to surround the stone pillar he was in.
Resign yourself to fate!
One can only resign oneself to fate.
The anger was followed by endless cold.
Having lost the bedpan of his wooden bed as a roof, Mallory had no way to re-build his snow cave.
Without the wooden bed, the top of the frozen stone pillar was so smooth that he could slip off the top of it if he was not careful.
The drink bottle is gone, the broken quilt and padding is also gone.
All he had now, besides the clothes he was wearing, was the three legs of the bed at the edge of the pillar, which were of varying heights.
Mallory let go of the hands holding the bed legs, carefully sitting and sliding to the center of the top of the stone pillar, and then, slowly lying on the top of the frozen stone pillar.
There was a sharp pain from the lower back that hit the bed leg.
I don't know if the bones were injured, muscle contusions were definitely inevitable.
The gunshot wound at the upper arm seemed nothing compared to the sharp pain in the lower back.
The cold made his upper respiratory tract extremely uncomfortable, and with every breath of cold air, his entire lungs felt like they were being tortured.
"One and a half days to go."
"I'll get through this."
Mallory slowly raised his body on his side, trying to find a position that would slightly ease the back pain.
Unfortunately, every time you change positions, the back pain increases, and does not slow down.
This time back, I'm afraid it's not going to be in the hospital again.
A gust of wind blew over, cold to the bone.
Mallory changed his posture again and faced the sky.
The falling snowflakes fell on his face.
His brow and eyelashes began to freeze.
The skin on his face also seemed to be gradually frozen hard.
Then came the gradual loss of sensation in his hands and feet.
"Ugh!"
After a long time, Mallory sighed.
There was only this sigh left, otherwise he was no longer any different from a dead man.
Pain, torment.
Mallory felt that if he slept like this, I'm afraid he would never wake up again.
But, if he doesn't sleep like this, will he live to see the day after tomorrow when the helicopter from Film City comes to pick him up?
As the saying goes, there is no way out of this world.
But now, the sky is trying to kill him!
If it weren't for those damn helicopters, he would be hiding in his snow cave right now.
It shouldn't be a big problem to last until the day after tomorrow.
Their arrival destroyed everything he had, including his hope of survival.
Mallory once again turned his body sideways with great difficulty.
To avoid his face directly to meet the falling snowflakes.
Fortunately, Daisy gave him a raincoat, so that after turning his body sideways, the back of the side of his head at least have a thin layer of plastic cover.
The pain and torment continued.
Despite the feeling that if you go to sleep like this, you may never wake up again.
But Mallory couldn't hold it together in the end.
Several layers of cold, hunger, and disease weighed on him, causing him to fall into a gradual coma on top of the cold stone pillar.