Chapter 58: The poignant "Butterfly Loves Flowers"

I lay quietly in the rotting leaves under the bushes, smelling the rotting leaves, anxiously awaiting the arrival of the tracker. I set up those things just now, and it will take ten minutes at most, and they should be over soon after they have cleaned up the leopards, and it won't take more than twenty minutes at most. Of course, they will definitely be more careful when they search forward, not only to prevent a surprise attack from us, but also to guard against the attack of wild beasts. For me, of course, I hope that they will retreat and go back sooner. But I know that this is a unilateral whimsical idea, since the enemy has been chasing us for so long and is unwilling to give up, and does not hesitate to risk being wiped out all the way, he must be determined to put us to death. It seems that the first modified mine I set up worked, killing their guide wolfhounds, otherwise they wouldn't have let me rest on and off for nearly ten hours before catching up.

I am now secretly glad that the leopard had helped, and if it were not for the poor leopard, if they had quietly touched me under the tree, I would be in danger, and it would have been very difficult for me to get out of the web of fire woven by their bullets. At that time, the only way I could do it was to throw the grenade in a delayed time and make it explode in the air, and I jumped off the tree to escape as they dodged and screamed, and I didn't think about whether I would be punctured or fallen, and even then, it was hard to say whether I would be able to escape. So I owe a great debt to the poor leopard, and though I can never pay it back, he has gone to a wonderful paradise, and may he be well there.

I lay uneasy in the damp rotten leaves, and my heart was really bottomless, there were too many unknown factors. First, I don't know their exact numbers or search formations, and if they are too numerous and relatively scattered, the grenade will not be very useful, even if it can kill a few and seriously injure a few, and then they will swarm me and beat me into a sieve; Second, I don't know if they still have wolf-dogs to guide me, and if they do, it's pointless for me to lie here now, and the animals will pounce and drag me out; Thirdly, and what worries me the most, I can't be sure what weapons they carried, and if they had a flamethrower, there was a good chance that I would become a roast at that time.

Now that the night was about to fall, I suddenly had a strong desire to retreat, to run away before they arrived, but now the question was, could I not get out of it yet? They will arrive in a few minutes, and I now have this kind of thinking is indeed a taboo for soldiers, and the brave wins when they meet on a narrow road, and I have never lacked the courage to dare to fight hard, but I am just thinking about whether it is best for me to do this? Wouldn't there be a better chance of an ambush than this? I considered the stakes again, and finally I came to the conclusion that now should be the best time to ambush them.

I crouched quietly in the rotting leaves behind the stones, concentrating and feeling the changes in the outside world. I'm now covered in branches, and my face is smeared with green juice, and I'm a forest monster. In addition to effectively hiding myself, the main purpose of this is to delay the reaction time of the enemy to suddenly see me, even if I can buy 0.01 second of time, I can get the right to rewrite the list of God's life and death.

Suddenly, I felt some slight sound in front of me, like the feeling of my feet stepping on rotting leaves, and they were coming. My eyes were condensed, staring at the front, and my ears didn't dare to relax, sensing the strangeness of other positions, to prevent them from surrounding me in a long snake formation.

A tall guy came into my sight first, dressed in jungle camouflage, with an iron mask on his head, and other exposed parts smeared with camouflage oil to give it an eerie look, and in his right hand he held a miniature pistol similar to mine. He was followed by four slightly shorter men, dressed in the same costume as him, except without masks and with serious expressions, each carrying a submachine gun and a dagger on his left and right shoulders. It can be seen that these five guys must be very tough opponents. I'm glad they didn't have the wolfdogs to help me now, otherwise I would have been exposed.

The tall, masked guy was standing under the tree, looked around, and suddenly crouched down to check something. This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and I instantly cut off the green vine that had been placed under the dagger, and the eight green vines were like eight green snakes, and they quickly "swam" towards the tree from eight different directions almost at the same time.

The guys were obviously startled at the same time, but they didn't panic too much, and while dodging the rapidly falling boulder, they quickly pointed the muzzle of the gun outside in a half-squatting position, and only the guy wearing the mask rolled away, keeping his huge body away from the landing point of the boulder, and he didn't forget to whisper in his mouth: "Get down."

It seems that he must be a battle-hardened fellow, and he must have thought of something, so he hid himself far away, and at the same time did not forget to remind his comrades to avoid danger. I know that he is not afraid of death, he must have seen too many of these tricks on the battlefield of blood and fire, and only then did he precipitate the series of actions just now.

As the dull sound of a boulder falling into my eardrums, I closed my eyes tightly and swallowed vigorously, having gathered all the strength to prepare to pounce on them immediately at 2.4 seconds later, the moment the grenade exploded, and stabbed them with two miniature pistols and two military stabs.

But what I really didn't expect was that the first thing that came to my ears was not a huge explosion, but another low roar from the masked guy: "Don't move, get down" Before he could finish his words, he was drowned out by a huge explosion.

I was like a mad leopard, in the midst of a huge explosion, against the smoke of gunpowder, and my limbs were exerted at the same time, so that I almost catapulted myself. I fired both pistols at the same time, shooting five guys in the heads who were still lying on the ground. One of the guys had already lost his life by his own "can't wait", and went to God in advance to "seize the advantageous terrain".

The masked guy rolled on the spot at a rapid pace as he shot wildly with his pistol at the spot where I fired the gun. I grabbed the back of the guy who had reported to God in advance with my right hand, stood in front of me, and threw myself at the guy who was rolling on the ground, and the three guys I had sent to heaven with a pistol. But the guy actually grabbed the back of a guy I had just killed, spun to his feet, and pounced on me. His right hand had now been replaced by a glittering double-headed dagger, and he was holding the corpse in his left hand to block the bullet from my left pistol. The two of us were like gladiators in Roman times, with a shield in one hand and a sword in the other, roaring and rushing at our opponents. The only difference now is that we hold a dead corpse in one hand and a dagger and a stab in the other, but this is far more thrilling than the gladiatorial arena, and it is possible to die in heaven after a turn.

When we were three meters away, the two of them threw the corpses in their hands at their opponents almost at the same time, but the people held daggers and military thorns that flashed with cold light, stepped on soft rotten leaves, and pounced desperately on each other. The moment the corpse in his left hand struck, the fellow suddenly pulled out the same double-headed dagger from his right shoulder and lunged at me viciously.

We were like two buffaloes fighting each other, two sharp weapons collided violently, and the four sharp weapons withstood the tremendous momentum of the two strong bodies, shining with dazzling light and emitting piercing "moans"

Both of us are very small in action, to prevent the appearance of gaps, and be fatal by each other's moves, but the speed is very fast, the four sharp weapons are always close to each other's throats, but the strength is very large, each collision will make the two sharp daggers and military thorns make an unbearable stabbing sound, and the sparks of impact instantly illuminate our hideous faces. His face was hidden behind an iron mask, but you could imagine what it looked like. The two corpses had fallen at our feet like two broken sacks, but none of us had the time to care about their lives or deaths, and we all devoted all our energy to the other party's cold, lightning-fast daggers and military thorns, and waited for the opportunity to stab each other's vital points.

At this time, the sleeves on my forearms had already been cut to pieces by his two sharp double-ended daggers, like many long-tailed butterflies, flying all over the sky with my rapidly waving arms and sparks colliding with sharp weapons, as if performing a poignant song "Butterfly Loves Flowers".

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