readx; Chapter 60: The Temporary "Beggar"

I continued to walk back, by the way, picked some food, to comfort my stomach, the lion's mane mushroom hanging around my waist has been reluctant to eat, now it has been squeezed beyond recognition, I can only be reluctant to let it return to nature. I'm not too worried about this part of the road www.biquge.info the big animals have already been scared away by the loud gunshots and explosions, and some small animals don't pose a threat to me. Despite this, I walked back about 300 meters, climbed a big tree, and then borrowed a hook rope to "drift" on it for more than 30 meters, and then I was relieved to hide in a large canopy to rest.

This time I didn't make a makeshift cot for myself, I just thought about resting for an hour or two, avoiding the peak foraging season of wild beasts before moving on. However, I leaned on a large branch and rested for about ten minutes, and I was a little overwhelmed, because most of the branches of the trees in the forest grew straight up due to the living environment, basically more than 70 degrees, and there were few branches that grew relatively gently. In the end, I decided to make myself more comfortable and build myself a makeshift cot. Most people are like this, greed is endless, and now they are on the third public throne, and they are thinking of Jinluan Yipintai, ** is induced a little bit. However, my current situation is a hundred times stronger than the year before last when I was forced into a quagmire in country G and lay down for a day and a night?

I used the same method as before, and it took me about ten minutes to build a makeshift hammock for myself with twigs and hooks. I stuck two stabs into a branch beside me, hung the submachine gun on it, and opened the safe, ready for the unexpected. However, the seven submachine gun magazines and nine grenades on my body made me very uncomfortable, and I finally made a simple "nest" for them.

When I had done this, I lay comfortably on the "little bed" and closed my eyes, waiting for the peak of foraging for the beasts to pass, so that I could continue my escape. I'm more relaxed than ever, the mission has been completed, the enemy has been eliminated, the next thing is to find a suitable opportunity to escape from this forest, return to China after restoring the status of a "normal person", and continue to live my peaceful life, as for the rest, that's all for the future.

I lay on the cot for more than three hours, and felt that the time was almost up, so I quietly went down the tree, and I carried the submachine gun to my chest, and opened the safe, and left one of the magazines in my trouser pocket for backup, and the others were tied up with a green rattan and carried cross-body over my shoulder, so as to facilitate my movement and not affect other emergencies.

I cautiously walked back along the previous route. I walked very slowly, keeping a close eye on my surroundings, both to prevent wild beasts from suddenly attacking me, and to guard against the enemy setting up an ambush. I had walked about 300 meters, and suddenly my mind flashed: because I noticed that there were many green vines that had been cut off along the way, as if they were thrown on the ground very casually, but their incisions all pointed in the same direction—the direction in which I had fled.

It's bad, it's bad, it's not just these people who are tracking me, it's likely that there will be a large number of responders following behind, these green vines are guiding them in the direction, and the people who met me just now are just their "guides"!

I quickly hooked up a large tree and drifted on it for nearly fifty meters in a direction perpendicular to the route I had just taken. Although the enemy has not yet arrived, once they do, it will not be as simple as six or seven people, maybe it will be hundreds! If it is more than a hundred ordinary soldiers, it is nothing, I am afraid that it will be troublesome if it is a special forces, and their combat effectiveness is still relatively strong. I have to plan ahead of time, I can't fight them anymore, I have to find a way to "disappear" into this forest. After the fight just now, the "rain of broken corpses" made me stained with a strong smell of blood, if you want to disappear, removing the smell of blood on your body is the first task, but for a while you can't find a water source, it seems that you have to be a temporary "beggar" again, let your body smell of blood hide under the rancid smell again, although people are a little guilty, but it is much safer, this is more important than anything else, after all, life is the first.

I quickly got out of the tree and cautiously walked in the direction I had just drifted for nearly a kilometer before I came to a stop under a large tree. I untied all my weapons and set them aside, and gathered some damp rotten leaves, which I did again and "washed" my clothes again. He wiped the blood from the guns and magazines. Of course, this is only a stopgap measure, and if they have wolfdogs to guide the way, it doesn't make much sense for me to do so, and the sensitivity of the animal's sense of smell is unimaginable to humans.

I dug a large pit with a dagger and filled in the bloodstained rotten leaves, and I reused the repetition to modify a mine with a grenade, clamped it with a branch folded in half, tied it with a thin vine, and carefully placed it in the middle of the pit, and then fixed it to a thin branch inserted into the pit, and covered it with a layer of ordinary leaves. If I want to escape, I must first get rid of their wolfdogs, otherwise I will never be able to really get rid of them, and I hope this "restructuring mine" can play a huge role.

With this done, I climbed a large tree again, "drifted" on it for more than thirty meters, then got off the tree, restored myself to a fighting state, and continued to walk back along the route parallel to the original direction of escape, and I wanted to return to the road where I abandoned the car and fled.

My biggest fear now is a sudden encounter with a large carnivore, and if they are forced to shoot, I will reveal my whereabouts again, and all my efforts to cover it up will be in vain. But I was also suffering from not being able to communicate with them, saying that I was just a pure, innocent borrower, and that I was not here to grab their territory. However, God's genius lies in the fact that he deprives humans of the right to communicate with animals and keeps them in endless strife, so that his great role as a counterweight is undoubtedly highlighted.

It's already past 11 o'clock in the morning, and I picked some delicious foods such as fungus and mushrooms by the way, put them in my mouth and chewed them, which is also considered today's lunch. Even though I was stinking and covered in black rotten leaf juice, I ate it with relish. I have to thank nature once again for the gift of heaven to be able to eat such delicious pure wild products at this critical moment of escape, which cannot but be said to be God's extra favor for me.

The forest is full of fog, and of course I hope that it will rain again to wash away the smell on my body, and by the way, wash away all my "path traces", so that I can really "disappear" into this dense forest. But I don't dare to have too many extravagant expectations, a person's extra requirements are too much, I guess even God will get bored.

I groped my way forward with great caution, keeping a close eye on my surroundings to avoid being attacked by wild beasts and the danger of being surrounded by enemies. After walking forward for about a kilometer, I felt the ground beneath my feet become very soft and I felt a slight sagging. I gently peeled off the rotten leaves on top, and sure enough, there was wet mud underneath, which was obviously formed after the mud pool receded. I was pleasantly surprised, it seemed that the waterhole was not far away. I made out my bearings and walked in a lower direction. After walking about 300 meters, my eyes gradually lit up, and a bright space appeared in front of me. Years of living in the forest have taught me that it must be a big waterhole. I was ecstatic, but at the same time I was doubly careful, because I knew that large carnivores were lurking around the waterholes, waiting for an opportunity to prey on small animals that came to drink. Of course, there may already be an enemy lying in ambush, waiting for me to enter the net.

I cautiously climbed up a big tree, peeled off the leaves in front of me, and looked carefully into the bright space, where it was indeed a small muddy pool, about seventy or eighty meters in diameter, with a few driftwood floating in it (now it was too far away to tell whether it was dead wood or crocodiles), and there were many unknown water birds foraging around, but no large forager was found, and I wonder if it was hiding in the shadows and preparing to attack some poor little animal.

I cautiously descended from the tree, and instead of going straight over, I planned to go around the waterhole first to see if there were any enemies or large carnivores lurking. If there is danger, I will immediately turn away and never touch the dangerous mold and put myself in danger. Although I am now rotten and smelly and need to be cleaned, I will not be stupid to risk it, in my opinion, survival is the first priority, everything else is clouds.

The underside of your feet is very soft, and there is a layer of rotten leaves on top, so you can't see where there is danger, and you might get stuck in the mud when you step into it. I used my dagger to cut off a sturdy wooden stick that was one and a half meters long and slightly thinner than my wrist, sharpened the front, and took it in my left hand to find the way to prevent myself from stepping into the mud and getting trapped. Of course, it also prevents the attack of a few crocodiles disguised as dead wood, and if it dares to attack me suddenly, I will stick this pointed stick into its mouth like lightning to make it feel the pain of a belly rot. I clutched the submachine gun on my chest in my right hand to protect myself from the big carnivores, and the two sharp spurs were still on both arms, ready for the unexpected.

Next Chapter: Chapter 61 The Great Fight of Bears and Crocodiles