Chapter Eighty-Five: The Severed Tail

I was slowly groping forward with the pointed stick in my hand, picking at the chaotic vines, when suddenly a fierce gunfire faintly entered my ear drums. I secretly rejoiced that the "gentle trap" I had set up must have been stepped on by the enemy, and they were instantly overwhelmed by the sudden "attack" and shot themselves in self-defense to prevent themselves from stepping into the footsteps of those two tragically dead animals.

The gunfire was about 1,500 meters behind me, where I had set the "trap", and despite the strong sound absorption effect of the dense forest, I could easily hear from the dense gunfire that at least three submachine guns were firing at the same time, that is, they must have been moving forward in groups of three, three to five meters apart from each other, covering each other. The distance between their groups is not estimated to be too far, it must be within visual range, to prevent me from slipping through their gaps.

Such a stupid way of searching and arresting is just a beautiful shelf, pushing forward like a duck, expelling the birds and beasts of the forest to exhaustion, and the fool knows what is going on in front of him, or I am the least, even if it is a slightly clever ordinary fugitive, it is very difficult to search for people.

Now that I know the exact location and formation of the enemy, I can do the opposite, running around behind the enemy and fleeing.

But there is one thing, the enemy will not leave a hand, they are driving me away in such a position, just to force me out of the forest, to change this unfavorable situation, they must have placed a number of snipers along both sides of the road, waiting for me to enter the urn.

Since the enemy is so "persistent" to me, then I will not accompany them, just avoid them with interest, anyway, the task has been completed, there is no concern, I have now gradually gotten rid of the panic and impatience when I just fled into the forest, with the gradual understanding of the environment, the ability to perceive unknown dangers has also improved slightly, not to mention, the weapons in my hands are enough to deal with everything that happens, I will be regarded as a free tour of a foreign country.

In the end, I decided to go in a direction roughly parallel to the highway and slowly look for a chance to escape, otherwise I would be wandering around the forest for hundreds of kilometers, with a great deal of blindness, and I don't know how many big beasts were drooling and waiting to taste the smell of my flesh.

It was now past eleven o'clock in the morning, and I happened to be hurrying between the "lunch breaks" of the big beasts, far away from the angry but fearful pursuers.

In order to get rid of the enemy completely, in addition to distancing myself from them, I also had to cut off my own "tail" - the strong smell of blood all over my body. It seems that after a while in a relatively safe place, I will take a rotten leaf bath and return myself to the ranks of savages.

There are many vines and roots under his feet, and if he is not careful, he will step on a lump of muddy mushrooms, and the surface of the ground will be damp and fishy, as if he will be swoken and sucked in.

In order to delay the enemy's search, every kilometer I walked, I used a hook rope to "float" dozens of meters on the tree, cutting off the "tail" at the same time, but also adding the fun of "travel", so that my boring forest through the forest will not be too lonely. And those little beasts, seeing that I was huge and peculiar-looking, and that I had "weapons" in my hands, and that there were two bright sharp knives stuck in my wrists, they thought that they did not have the strength to hunt me, so they avoided me with amusement. Animals are also sensible at times, and most of them don't fight for a bite to eat and lose the chance to eat later. The big beasts would rather go hungry than be injured in the hunt, otherwise, the food chain will be turned upside down, and the fate of "man is the sword, I am the fish and meat" will fall on their heads mercilessly.

After traveling nearly three kilometers, I didn't encounter a single big beast, it seems that I was lucky, maybe those big beasts sensed my danger, and they had already hidden quietly and knowingly. That's the best, I don't want to slaughter them for no reason, to get myself covered in blood again, to renew the "tail" that has long been severed, so that the enemy can follow and take advantage of it.

There are quite a few small snakes in the forest, perhaps they have long been fed, and are lazily perched on branches or vines, enjoying the moisture of the mist. At this time, I bypassed them a little, and politely avoided them, and it was unwise to break their cultivation for no reason, like a distant guest who was not welcome, and got up in the middle of the night to catch the train, but tossed the host's family to see him off, so as not to annoy others.

The forest also seemed to favor me, an "uninvited guest" from afar, a large amount of food was "delivered" to me from time to time, allowing me to enjoy the exotic natural food, in the face of such a rich game feast, I did not lose my eyes, but picked up some familiar mushrooms to eat, to prevent accidentally being deceived by the food wrapped in gorgeous clothes, so that I was in danger of poisoning.

I was now "full of food and drink", and I guessed that I had distanced myself from the enemy quite a bit, so I found a relatively open place, quickly took off my shirt, and rubbed it on a pile of damp rotten leaves, I wanted to cover up the smell of blood with the thick smell of rotten leaves, so as to prevent the enemy from following me to find me.

After washing my clothes, I quickly put my equipment back on my body and continued on my way.

I groped forward for more than five hours in one breath, and traveled about ten kilometers, except for a few small beasts on the way, there was no other danger, probably because of the proximity of this place to the forest road, and most of the big beasts would not move here, even if there were one or two lying on their stomachs under the bushes, they were frightened by my strange body, and did not dare to attack me. The beasts have an instinct to send messages from one species to another, and perhaps the few beasts I hunted before they were about to die have sent a warning message to their kind: warn them not to provoke me easily, and the weapons in my hands are far from comparable to their teeth.

It's four o'clock in the afternoon, and according to the regularity of the big beasts' foraging, it's time for them to concentrate on preparing dinner, and I'm just in time to rest and avoid this dangerous period.

I stopped under a large tree, climbed to the tree with a hook rope, hung on the branches of the adjacent large trees, and "walked" more than thirty meters on several large trees, and then hid myself in the large canopy to rest.

It is estimated that the enemy is now at least five kilometers away from me, and although I am moving slowly, they will be slower than me, because in addition to looking for my intermittent traces, they must be extremely careful to guard against my sudden attack, and the speed of advance can be imagined.

But I must not be careless in the slightest to prevent the enemy from sending a small group of spearhead first, as I did last time, leaving a mark along the way, followed by a large group of men, and then striking a fatal blow at me when the time comes.

But I could not set up an ambush in advance and kill their spearheads, for in case my guess was wrong, and the enemy did not send them, but marched together, and I was stupidly ambushed there, and when a large number of the enemy arrived, there was a danger of surrounding me.

I weighed it again and again, and decided to ignore them, and to keep my distance from them, and to escape as quickly as possible is the best policy, and hunting down a few spearheads will not do much to my escape, but will cause the enemy to hate me even more, and attack me even more frantically.

It's the peak foraging season for the beasts, and it's dangerous to keep moving forward, but it's also much better than being driven by the enemy! At that time, he was forced to "enjoy" the double torture of two enemies in the middle.

Without further ado, I quickly slid down the tree and continued on my way. I tried to stay away from the dense bushes as much as possible, and chose to push forward in relative openness, so as not to be caught off guard by the sudden attack of the lurking beasts, in which case even a fraction of a second of time would be enough for me to crush the vehicle on which their souls depended, and to gain the power to tamper with God's death list.

The whole forest was gradually darkening, and a thin mist was slowly rising. Suddenly, I had a strange feeling in my body, as if something was following behind me, and a pair of sharp eyes were staring at me, but when I looked back, I didn't find anything. I walked backwards a few steps and didn't notice any signs of a stalker, could it be that I was too nervous and hallucinating? I didn't pay any more attention to it, but I hurried forward cautiously.

However, I had advanced less than thirty meters, and the strange feeling told me once again that there was indeed something staring at me behind me.

I quickly dodged behind a large tree, listening intently to the movement behind me, if there was a person following behind, no matter how light his movements were, I could feel it, but I listened for half a minute, and I didn't hear the slightest clue. I was amazed, was it because I was so nervous that I was hallucinating? But I know for sure that this is not an illusion. It also makes me uneasy, who can follow me silently without me noticing? Isn't that terrifying?

I settled down, slowly crouched down, hid myself under a thick bush two meters away from me, and aimed my submachine gun outward, waiting for the trailing guy to appear.

A minute later, a vigilant wolf-like head emerged from behind a thick bush, staring at the bush where I was lying on my stomach, its thirst for food was evident in the greedy light. It was a hyena, and although it threw a murderous and hostile gaze at me, it could not kill anyone, but the pointed stick in my hand could easily send it to heaven like a sugar gourd.

I still let out a long breath, I can only feel it, but I can't find it, they are the masters of this forest, and of course they know how to hide themselves better and wait for the opportunity to hunt their prey.

But animals are animals after all, they have human prudence, cunning and greed, but no human wisdom, although its sense of smell senses that I am hiding under the bush and does not move, but it does not know why I do not move, so it cannot bear the doubts and anxiety in its heart, and cannot help but stick out its head to find out, and it will reveal its little tricks that cannot be climbed into the hall of elegance.

What a lewd tailgator, seeing that I was huge and strangely shaped, and still holding a stick in his hand, of course he knew the danger of taking me as a prey, it was like a thief who suddenly discovered the bulging wallet of the police, wanted to take it for himself, and was afraid of being caught, and ruthlessly threw himself into the cell, the contradictions in his heart can be imagined, and he endured the double torment of desire and fear, and followed him all the way.

I ignored the obscene follower, gathered up my caution, and moved forward again. But I never dreamed that this persistent follower in the back almost dragged me into the abyss of death.

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