Several bubbles bubbled up on the ......waterlogged swamp surface with a "gurgling" sound.

"Pull!"

At the sound of an order, the stunned soldier pulled up the rope in his hand violently, the rope in his hand was dead, the knuckles were too strong, they were white, their teeth were clenched, the qi and blood on their faces were surging, and their faces were red, and the end of the rope seemed to be pulled by a great force, but as long as they were not let go, they would not give up, and they would never give up on their comrades.

"It's out, it's out!" Some soldiers exclaimed, miraculously, the body that had been unable to drag was dragged out of the quagmire, and the surrounding soldiers were all surprised, and some even took advantage of the pouring rain to burst into tears unscrupulously.

For the first time, they saw what the swamp was terrible, and the breath that emanated from the swamp was not the smell of decay, but the breath of death, and how many lives were devoured by the fact that even the leaves could not float in the mire on its face!

The breath was not stopped, and the relaxation and palpitation of rebirth after the catastrophe were mixed together, so that all of them had a weak body. The soldiers on the opposite side retreated, the soldiers on this side rushed forward, Sima looked at the swamp that was getting wider and wider in the middle, and he was a little helpless, and there were about 5,000 soldiers behind him who did not follow, but the road was broken. He instructed the troops in front to continue to explore the path carefully, and the troops behind him had to find some other feasible paths. Looking at the sky without the intention of stopping the rain, the raindrops hit his eyes mercilessly, he shook his head vigorously, and shouted to some of his subordinates to explore other roads, although it was almost impossible, but for the sake of the five thousand soldiers, the five thousand elite soldiers of Detian ......!

Yi Wei and Fang Yan knew that the difficulty of this trip had greatly exceeded their imagination, and they thought that with Sima as a guide, everything would be worry-free, but who knew that the sky would not fulfill people's wishes, and the road would be in a downpour, and the environment that had already made them difficult to deal with was even worse, and such an encounter made the other party's commander very impatient with their attitude.

Catching a glimpse of Sima's deep helplessness before leaving, Yi Wei knew that there might not be much hope for this alternative way, but they could only look at the soldiers on the other side across the swamp, and the powerlessness of wanting to do something and not being able to do it kept knocking on her heart.

When the dialect used to practice the formation, she was very good at using the environment, but she couldn't do anything about the swamp alone, just like when she was in Zhige City, the swamp on both sides of the river, she couldn't use the general, rarely exposed to the environment, even if she knew such geological characteristics, but she couldn't conquer it in a short time, and the green swamp was far more powerful than the Aizu River, only a person like Sima who haunted the green swamp all year round would be able to deal with this kind of geology. It's just that this time with a team of 8,000 people, no matter how great his ability is, he has become skilled.

After thinking about it for a long time, the cold rain calmed down Yi Wei's original upset, this swamp must have a way to deal with it, and Sima's methods used to travel and rescue are all prompting a message that the larger the contact area with the swamp, the less likely it is to fall into the quagmire. If you can use long wooden planks to cross this swamp, you can quickly pass through the back, but this green swamp is full of dwarf bushes, and it is impossible to have thick tree trunks. patted his head, this head is getting worse and worse, as soon as he enters someone else's territory, he is tied up, and his brain will not turn.

The rain has not stopped, all the people are drenched, even if the wide broad leaves are used as a block, but it can't block the unscrupulous blow of the rain, the soldiers only then found that the straw on their backs really didn't play a role, they were all wet by the rain, they couldn't burn and couldn't get warm, and they also increased the burden, so they simply slackened off and threw them away.

Yi Wei's eyes lit up, there are no big trees as bridges, so what about these straws?

"Make a bridge out of straw?" Fang Yan's eyes widened, a little incredulous.

Five thousand soldiers each have a bundle, and the straw on their backs should not be a few, even if this swamp can sink leaves, what kind of effect will it have when so many slender straws are laid out? Can the soft mud and soft straw withstand the trampling of 5,000 people?

I don't know, I'm not sure, because I haven't tried it yet

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