Of course, the sharp thorns not only cut through the militant's clothes, but also scratched the militant's shoulder.

After feeling the stinging pain coming from his shoulder, he turned his head to look at the blood oozing from his shoulder, and the militant, who was frowning slightly, immediately drew his saber and slashed the vines that had just cut his clothes and shoulders to the ground.

However, the militant did not realize that because of the light, the vines that he draped on the ground were actually smeared with a layer of black on the surface, and after the spikes on the thorns cut the militant's shoulder, the black substance applied to it was then stained with the wound on the shoulder, and then slowly seeped in.

Of course, for these situations, the big-hearted militant did not find out.

When all eight militants passed through the vine, the first militant who was scratched by thorns immediately fell to the ground with a black face, and black blood flowed from the corners of his mouth.

"What's going on?"

When the militant in the lead heard the movement, he turned his head and saw his companion lying on the ground.

As soon as he said this, before he could react, two more militants in the team fell directly to the ground. Without exception, the two militants who fell behind were accidentally scratched by the thorns hidden in the vines when they were passing through the vines just now.

After the three militants fell to the ground, the other militants quickly crouched down to check on the situation of their companions, and the captain who took the lead also crouched down to see the first man to fall to the ground.

After squatting down, the militant who took the lead found that the militant had been torn apart by thorns, and after removing the clothes, the militant who took the lead was horrified to find that the militant lying on the ground, with his shoulders as the center, and half of his back had turned black, which was obviously a symptom of poisoning.

After checking the situation of the other two militants one after another, the militant who took the lead quickly understood that there was something deadly hidden in the vine that he had just passed through.

At this time, one of the militants in the team, when he saw his companions lying on the ground one after another, looked at their remnants before they died, and the overly nervous militant couldn't help but take a few steps back.

"Click!"

With a loose foot, the retreating militant once again stepped on a trap set by the Ghasai tribe.

"Whoa!Whoa!Whoa...."

With a sharp sound, in the dense jungle next to him, arrows with the thickness of little fingers, twenty or thirty centimeters long, and the extremely sharp arrows with the tips sharpened, shot directly from all directions.

"Poof!poof!poof...."

With the sound of arrows entering the body, another militant not far away, including the militant who stepped on the trap, was also killed.

In the frightened expressions on the faces of the remaining three militants, the two militants covered with arrows fell directly to the ground, and their bodies that were not completely dead were still twitching slightly on the ground.

As five companions fell to the ground in succession, in just a minute or two, the remaining three militants were beside them

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It was already full of the corpses of his companions.

One of the cowardly militants seemed to have been frightened, and with a terrifying scream, the militant who had lost his weapon fled and plunged into the jungle.

Of course, the militant obviously wouldn't have such good luck, and after only a dozen steps forward, the militant suddenly disappeared from the sight of the other two in the midst of a scream.

If the two remaining surviving militants had been able to walk over and see it, they would have found that the one who had accidentally stepped on the trap had fallen directly into a pit more than a meter deep.

Although the pit is not deep, at the bottom of the pit, there are spikes the thickness of an arm, and the moment he falls into the pit, the fragile body of this militant is directly penetrated by several spikes.

The militant was lying at the bottom, with two spikes in his chest, blood gushing out of the wound like a gushing spring. The militant who was also spitting blood in his mouth had a frightened look on his face, and his eyes were wide open, and finally the look in his eyes gradually began to fade.

"Captain, what are we going to do?"

After the six companions died one after another, one of the remaining militants looked at the corpse of his companion who had fallen beside him, his face was full of horror, and after swallowing a mouthful of saliva, he asked the militant who was taking the lead.

However, the militant who said this did not get any response, and the militant who gradually reacted raised his head, only to find that the captain's expression had been completely frozen.

Seeing this, the body of the militant couldn't help but tremble, and with a frightened expression, he gently pushed his captain's body after taking a few steps forward.

Then, under the watchful eye of the militant, the body of the militant who took the lead slowly fell to the ground.

"Poof!"

At the moment when the body fell to the ground, a strange sound was heard, and a sharp arrow pierced the militant's chest from behind.

Apparently, the militant who took the lead also fell into the trap, and the arrow went directly to the militant's back, piercing him in the heart and ending his life.

When the only remaining militants pushed him to the ground, the arrow that stabbed him in the back pierced through the front, and the current scene was born.

When the last of his companions fell to the ground, the last remaining militant suddenly became stunned. I don't know how long it took, but the militant who turned his head, threw away the weapon in his hand, and then kept this expression, and began to return step by step along the same road.

I don't know if it's a matter of luck, when returning, the militant not only was not scratched by the thorns in the vines, but also did not step on other traps, so he followed the original path step by step and returned.

Of course, at this time, the militant was not much different from a dead man, and when his companions died tragically in front of him one after another, the militant who completely collapsed the psychological defense line was completely frightened.

In such a place, in such a society, the fate of this militant can be seen.

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In just a few minutes, Cather sent this squad of militants, and without even seeing a single member of the Ghase tribe, all of them fell into the trap and fell in the jungle.

Of course, not only this militant squad, among the several squads sent by Kaiser, when entering the range of the trap of the Ghasai tribe, none of the squads lasted more than ten minutes, and basically fell into the trap laid by the Ghasai tribe, and died and wounded.

In the end, several militant squads, more than 20 people, were able to escape intact, only a few people, and the rest of the people all died in the jungle.

More than half an hour later, when the few armed men who escaped all returned to the starting point and stood in front of Kaiser, when he heard that several of his teams had all been destroyed here in such a short period of time, and even the figures of the Ghase tribe were not seen, Kaiser's cold face was full of anger.

"Boss, the whole jungle is full of traps set by the Ghasai tribe, and my people, in just a few steps, the traps that popped up everywhere killed all my people!"

Looking at Kaiser, who was full of anger, a militant squad leader who escaped by luck said with a frightened expression, in order to convince the other party, the squad leader even directly stretched out his right hand, which was less than half of his palm, and then continued: "Most of the traps are highly poisonous, as long as they are stained, they can kill people in a few minutes!"

As you can see now, the leader of the militant squad did not run out of the forest intact. In the process of escaping, this guy's thumb accidentally rubbed a thorn next to him.

He didn't care about it at first, but after waiting a few seconds, he found that his thumb began to slowly turn black, and while gradually losing consciousness, it began to spread to the entire palm.

Seeing this, the militant who reacted decisively drew his saber and directly chopped off half of his palm, which saved his life.

In fact, although the squad leader of this militant bandaged his wound in time, whether he survives may depend on his luck.

In many parts of Africa, because of economic backwardness, coupled with perennial wars and turmoil, medicines in these areas are extremely scarce, and some important medicines, such as antibiotics, are ridiculously expensive, even comparable to gold.

In addition, things like antivenom are even more scarce. This is the reason for the high number of poisonous snake bites and deaths among people in Africa in the annual survey report.

In the case of poisoning, he can only use the simplest way to cut off the poisoned place, and after the bleeding is stopped, he directly wraps the wound with some herbs that can be found everywhere in the jungle, and finally bandages the wound.

In the end, whether this guy's wound will become infected or not, and whether he will die or not, I am afraid it will depend on his own luck.

Of course, these situations will not happen to this guy now, because when this guy said these words, Cather, who was standing in front of him, already revealed a thick murderous intent in his eyes when he looked at him.

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