In the valley covered with yellow mud, Sergei struggled to climb to the shore, he was covered in mud and water. Not only did he look like a mess of mud, but even he himself felt like a mess of mud because he didn't have any energy in his body.

"Damn, it's like drinking a whole case of vodka and waking up on a broken bed in a decanting center. In addition to the headache, it is weakness. Sergei smiled wryly. The blast wave of the explosion pushed him down the valley, but the muddy water saved his life. But Sergey knew that his life still hung in the balance.

He struggled to roll in the mud, covering his body in yellow mud, and then quietly lay down on the edge of the valley to rest and try to regain his strength. He was motionless, looking like a mass of mud, and mingled with the whole valley of yellow mud water. One of the Secret Order soldiers looked down a few times, but didn't notice him.

Sergei knew that if he found out, he would be dead. His luck was good, though, and the soldier went around a few times and went somewhere else. Sergey struggled to get up, ran a few steps, and threw himself into the nearby dense forest. He touched it, and his whole body was still intact, but his head was dizzy.

Others must be informed that they are still alive. He reached for his ear, only to find that the communication headset was long gone. Sergey cursed secretly and took out the GPS locator from his pocket. It's covered in mud too. He pulled out a handful of grass nearby and rubbed it around until he could see the screen.

Fortunately, this thing is military equipment, a real three-proof design, soaked in muddy water and taken out, it can still be used. Sergei sighed, it was simply the only lucky thing that happened to him. However, after looking at the time, it has long passed the agreed time. It seemed that he had to rush straight to the second rendezvous point.

Sergei was dizzy and staggered a little. He may have injured his ankle when he was knocked down the valley earlier, and he was burning and aching when he walked. But the pain made him feel a little clearer. He liked the feeling, not pain, but sobriety. There's nothing worse than narrowly escaping your life and fainting in the middle of this dense forest.

Sergei gasped and stood up and picked up a branch on the ground to crutche. Take a few steps and rest against a tree. "It's not going to go on like this, it's getting dark. With difficulty, Sergei took a small flask from his body and took a sip. The liquor ran down his throat and down to his stomach, burning him slightly.

Sergei didn't know what the expression on his face was now, but he thought, it must be embarrassing. He had been hiding the wine in this small flask for almost two months, and finally he couldn't help but drink it. I drank it, and it was better than not drinking it at all. Sergei smiled wryly, then put away the flask and continued on his way.

He imagined himself like an old-fashioned small Russian tank, fearlessly climbing mountains as long as there was oil. The sound of the broken diesel engine was like an auditory hallucination in his ears. That small bottle of vodka is his oil. Staggering, smiling black smoke to move forward, and forward.

It wasn't until he couldn't walk anymore and squirted a mouthful of blood that he knew he must have been hurt badly.

Sergei suddenly stopped moving, he squatted on the ground. Not because of the injury, but because there seemed to be a voice coming from the front. There were at least two people, and they were whispering to each other. Sergei felt that at this moment all his blood had condensed to his head.

"Damn! It's here, it's at this time. "Sergei almost despaired. Even if these two people are a little farther away from him, even if his body recovers a little more, it is not a big problem. But now...... Sergey had only despair.

He reached for the gun, the Type 97 assault rifle had long since disappeared, and the ******** pistol strapped to his leg had long since disappeared. Tactical knives, maybe still in the muddy water at the bottom of the valley. Sergey never imagined that he would be so eager to have a weapon.

Eventually, he reached for his belt, the only thing he could lean on. Other than that, the weapons he has are his hands. Unless he could use these hands to strangle two heavily armed Order soldiers alive.

The footsteps were getting closer, and Sergey could even smell the tobacco they were smoking. He took a deep breath and prayed for good luck: God, you didn't let me die even if I fell into the valley, you can't just let me live for an extra hour, right?

The two men approached, and Sergei rushed out, the belt in his hand slamming into one of the eyes. He has been gathering momentum for a long time, and he thinks that he is also very strong this time, but he really doesn't have much strength. The belt was pumped in the face like a resounding slap in the face.

The Order's militants who were selected were visibly stunned. But instead of squatting down with his eyes covered, as Sergei expected, he turned his head to look at Sergei. Because Sergei lacked strength, his movements were also deformed. The belt, which had been aimed at his eyes, was pumped on his chin. It's like being slapped in the face, and it's not too heavy.

Sergei's heart almost wanted to slap himself in the face and roll himself to the ground. Such a good opportunity, he actually wasted it.

However, although his body is no longer good, his reaction speed is still fast. As soon as he pulled out the soldier's pistol, he slammed the second man behind him to death. But there's no denying that his pace has slowed down a lot after the injury.

When he shot the soldier in the back, the soldier he grabbed the gun had already reacted. With two men attached, the Order soldier was unable to turn his gun around. could only punch Sergei hard in the ribs. Sergei himself staggered and unsteady on his feet, and was knocked backwards at once, and the pistol, which had just fired only one bullet, was thrown off. The Order soldiers pull out of the gap. Immediately raised the AK47 in his hand.

Sergei's eyes were red, this was a real life-and-death situation, he didn't care about it, half-lying, he waved his hand suddenly, and the belt in his hand was wrapped around the soldier's ankle. Sergei jerked, and almost at the same time the soldier fired, but his body was already on his back, and all the bullets were shot into the sky.

Sergei howled like a beast and pounced, kicked his gun away, wrapped his belt around the soldier, and strangled him by the neck. He didn't have much strength left to fight. He could only endure the soldier's kicking and beating while hanging his belt from a tree branch. Dead used his own weight to hang the soldier from a tree branch.

Sergei gasped and let out a roar of the earth, he was like a beast, solving his own survival problems in the most savage way.