readx;?“ That, the veteran said, he became the regiment commander because of luck......"

"That's kind words," the master did not hesitate to puncture Lu Wu's explanation, although this explanation seemed weak even if it was not punctured, and he couldn't even convince himself. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info "Take advantage of the journey of these days to learn more." ”

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Zhang Sanyou, or to use a more appropriate name, Camp Commander Zhang, looked at the towering ancient trees around him, and was in a bad mood.

In fact, this area is almost entirely forested on the map, and if you look at it from space, it is all green. However, even forests can be divided into different grades.

Different dangerous grades.

Some forests are actually more friendly to humans. There is a large spacing between the trees, and there is enough sunlight to penetrate the leaves and reach the ground, which is relatively dry. Although the woods are full of weeds, vines, and shrubs, at least you can find a place to stay. In the middle, you can also encounter patches of glades or something from time to time.

And here, it is definitely the most dangerous one. It is an inaccessible primeval forest, above the sky, dense branches and leaves cover the sky, and underground, sticky moss and rotten fallen leaves are piled up into a thick layer. Here, you will hardly smell the so-called "scent of grass and trees", but only a strong smell of rotting wood.

In such a place, basically all differences between people are directly shattered. The difference in equipment of the fugitives, the pursuers, no longer makes any sense: even fools can see that it is completely impossible to drive a car into such a place.

Speaking of which, there is actually no good way to go in this kind of place. Everyone knows that if it was easy to get around, this place wouldn't be what it is now. What can hinder the power of the state is actually the natural terrain here. In fact, even in this isolated state, governments are still trying to infiltrate this area. But in reality, in normal life, the road is indispensable - even if there is none, the foot can step on a road. But in any case, there is a road outside, which can allow some vehicles with good off-road performance to pass.

But here, obviously, this is not the case.

One of the men picked up a few pieces of tin foil from the side—a familiar thing, a kind of compressed biscuit packaging. There are also very small cookie crumbs on top. This kind of man-made object could never have occurred naturally, and it could only have been abandoned here. The smell of compressed biscuits still sticking to the foil suggests that the thing won't be discarded for more than a day.

Zhang Zhibin, that old thing...... It doesn't seem to care about hiding his clues at all. No, it should be. He's all in here, and he doesn't care about the pursuers anymore.

Actually...... Really a step late!

He regretted that he shouldn't have wasted his time. In any case, this primeval forest is a natural border, the terrain is complex, and it is said that there are many small swamps hidden in the forest. This is extremely dangerous terrain, so even he has to consider a possibility: Could it be a strategy to attack the west? For example, when the old thing lets out such words, he actually hides in a certain house and waits for the calm to calm down before leaving.

Local residents and businessmen with a keen sense of smell have long been accustomed to these war-torn years. Until the situation is stabilized, they will do everything in their power to stay out of the war. Hiding at home, hiding in relatives' homes, and escaping to other places are all good options. It's troublesome and risky, but it's better than getting bled by a bullet.

Therefore, Zhang Sanyou wasted a lot of time and manpower to search. In fact, he thought he had enough time left, after all, he controlled the road and owned more than one car. When the results of his search on all sides were fruitless, he felt more and more that his initial hunch was correct, and that the old thing would definitely escape from that way.

One step late.

He really hated those allies now, even though no one but him believed that the old guy would run from here. Maybe it's not that they don't believe it, but they don't care how the old thing runs. After all, no matter what happens in the future, he's on the front line, isn't he?

He once considered a lightly armed pursuit: put all the cars together, load dozens of soldiers, and go to the key position one step ahead of the old thing to intercept it. However, this idea is full of problems, first of all, the problem of cars and fuel, and secondly, the limitation of the terrain: in fact, although walking is slow, you can walk in a straight line over mountains and mountains, and strictly speaking, the speed is not much slower than that of a car.

What's even worse is that there are still dozens of people and horses around the old thing. If you face each other, you won't necessarily win.

To be honest, in his opinion, the old thing has fallen to this point, and his subordinates should not say that there are thirty or fifty people, even if three or five people are the limit.

But things seemed to hit him in the face. I thought that the old thing had lost his heart, and he could be finished in one fell swoop. But it seems that the hundred-legged insect is dead but not stiff. It's all up to this, and the discerning people already know who wins and who loses, so how can there be so many people following? If the old man has only three or five people around him, then one or two cars with ten or eight soldiers on board will be enough to deal with him. But if there are dozens of people (and in this case they still follow allegiance, then they are really a dead party, and the combat effectiveness cannot be calculated in terms of a defeated army) is very difficult to deal with. Even if a small army can catch up with light equipment, it will be difficult to win. The stakes are too great, all it takes is an ingenious ambush or a surprise attack, and it's not an outrageous thing for a few dozen people to defeat hundreds.

Maybe the old thing is not dead, but his pursuers may be wiped out.

Damn old thing, why don't you die obediently?

Now he has the hat of "traitor" and "speculation" on his head, if it is proved that he cannot fight, then there may be more than one or two people who are ready to move at that time, and those who have signed an agreement with him will probably have to spend more time thinking about whether there is still a value in abiding by the agreement.

If that happens, I'm afraid he will end up with a bamboo basket and a bad end.

He looked around, and every subordinate was watching him, waiting for his decision. He knew very well that he had to do it himself, and if he had sent only one of his men in pursuit, the only thing he would get would be to hear the news of the failure from that subordinate a few days later.

And he couldn't even punish the guy for that - because chasing someone in a place like this was an unreasonable requirement in itself. To punish him would only be to reduce rather than increase his prestige.

"Let's chase!"

"Sir, but it's ...... here," the subordinate wanted to say something, but maybe he didn't want to say anything at all. He's just expressing a little bit of opposition in this way - no one wants to go deep into this eerie place.

"I'll take one in!" Zhang Sanyou made up his mind. Although the old thing is likely to die in it, it is better not to gamble on this kind of gambling.

Three hours later, Zhang Sanyou looked at four or five of his subordinates who had been pulled up from the puddle.

It was a rancid green puddle of fallen leaves and some other floating debris, and it looked like the rest of the ground. But when a person's foot is stepped on, the situation is completely different. One of the current soldiers fell in, and then, in the process of saving him, three other soldiers slipped in as well. Luckily, there were enough of them, so they ended up dragging these unlucky bastards up.

Several of the people who fell into the water had not been in the water for a long time, but they looked extremely weak because of their struggles and fears. Not only them, but several soldiers around them were retching, because the water was full of ** stench. Before experiencing everything personally, it is hard to imagine that the smell of plant ** can be so stinky, it is simply not lost to the smell of corpse**. The smell of water with a strong foul smell penetrated into the human nasal cavity like a real entity, and the feeling was almost like actually taking a sip of the stinky water in this puddle.

"Let the military doctor come and deal with it, let's move on......" A sharp scream interrupted Zhang Sanyou's words, and then he saw a rescued soldier tearing his collar.

The soldier's chest was black, and several huge leeches sucked and snibbled on him.

The soldier seemed to be an out-of-town and didn't know much about it, as he jumped up and scrambled to solve the problem, but thankfully a few of his companions were informed. They stopped him immediately.

The leech bites a person and cannot be pulled out hard, because the more you pull the suction cup of the leech, the tighter it will be, so that once the leech is pulled off, the suction basin will remain in the wound, which will almost certainly cause a series of sequelae such as infection and ulceration. Someone hurriedly lit a cigarette, took a sharp puff and burned the red-hot cigarette butt on the leech.

Unable to stand this extra stimulation, these vampires began to slowly withdraw from their skin, loosen their suckers and fall off to the ground. Then someone stepped on the vampire's body, and blood splattered everywhere.

This kind of big leech is indeed rare, fortunately there are only four or five, if it is pasted by dozens of such leeches, it is estimated that it is possible to suck it dry.

The military doctor had already arrived at this time, and he cleaned the wounds of these people with some hemostatic powder, checked everyone again, and helped a few other unlucky guys clean up leeches. In fact, he is not a military doctor in the real sense, his real identity is Zhang Sanyou's adjutant. This is his most powerful and trusted subordinate - although this trust is not to the extent that Zhang Zhibin trusts him. The adjutant was a southerner - specifically from the area of Ho Chi Minh City, Vietnam, who was said to be of one-quarter or one-eighth French ancestry. However, the traces of this lineage have been indifferent, with only a limited number of features, such as a high nose bridge and slightly curly hair, that provide evidence for this claim. But in any case, by local standards, he is an intellectual with a relatively high degree and is proficient in medicine, so he works part-time as a military doctor.

"Sir," the medic took a moment, studying the leeches on the ground. It's a lot bigger than what you can see outside the forest - and that's normal, of course. In such a damp and gloomy place, where there are no human beings, it is not surprising that what kind of things grow.

"Did you find anything?" asked Zhang Sanyou. It was just a casual ask, and he didn't think he could find anything in this place.

"No, it's just...... Sir, this place is full of such puddles...... Covered with deciduous ...... Is it a mistake to take such a dangerous path?"

Of course, this road is dangerous, and if it was safe and reliable, the caravan that had successfully passed in the first place would not have disappeared after a few times. Zhang Sanyou said in his stomach. "But we found the footprint......"

The adjutant looked at him. "Sir Zhang, the environment in this place is too harsh," he said, pointing to the front. "If you move at a cautious pace, it's unlikely that you'll catch up with them. But on the other hand, casualties are inevitable......"

"We have no choice...... Zhang Sanyou just finished speaking, when he heard a scream from afar, and the whole team was in a commotion.