Chapter Seventy-Three: Driving Out the Soaring Soul

The fellow watched quietly for a while, and when he sensed that there was no danger, he looked around cautiously again, and walked towards the pool. Perhaps it seemed to him that my most difficult enemy was gone, and that there was now an open field around the waterhole, and that even if a fierce beast came to attack him, he could have dealt with them with a submachine gun, but if he couldn't, he could have fled quickly to the trees for shelter. In short, he must have firmly believed that he was absolutely safe now.

Watching the burly guy slowly walk towards the waterhole, I felt carefully: that guy was indeed injured, his two legs were no longer as flexible as normal people, but he was now covered with green vines, I don't know if he was still bleeding? He lurked in the tree last night, and he couldn't see his five fingers, he must have only done a very simple bandage, temporarily stopped the bleeding, and the shrapnel embedded in the flesh was definitely not taken out in time, not to mention, the shrapnel that got into his flesh was more than one or two pieces.

Now I see what he means, he wants to wash his body, and then find a safe place to take out the shrapnel and re-bandage it to prevent infection. He is also a master of jungle warfare, of course he knows that shrapnel will soon be infected if it stays in the flesh, and once it is not treated in time, there is a possibility of death! I really admired his super willpower: he could endure the severe pain, and squatted in the tree for a night without saying a word, until he heard the sound of the beast tearing at the corpse, and then he was relieved to go down to the tree to clean his wounds.

I quietly dodged behind a large tree, firmly stepping on two thick roots. The tree is on a high ground, and the earth around it has been almost washed away by the rain, and only a few thick roots support its huge body, forming a strange "Big Tree Independence Island". I hid in the back, just overlooking the whole little waterhole.

I quietly lowered the two daggers to my calves to prevent the sound of friction with the guns, and then took off a full magazine and bit it in my mouth for later use, since he could prepare a "twin grenade" for me, I could also prepare a "twin magazine" for him. At the current distance of 50 meters between us, all 60 bullets are fired, and if we want to survive, it is basically very difficult! You know, bullets are moving much faster than they sound! It is estimated that by the time the dense gunfire reached his ears, his soul had already soared for a long time. In other words, while the dense bullets drove away his soul, they also ruthlessly deprived him of the right to cry out in pain!

The guy had already gone down to more than five meters away from the water, the water was not deep, only a little above his thighs, and there must be dead branches and mud below, and of course crocodiles, but I don't know where those cold-blooded animals are hiding now, otherwise they will definitely not stand by and let others disturb their peace at will, they will definitely taste the taste of "high-end desserts" for free on the basis of the bear meat they have just tasted.

I was half-hidden behind the tree, pulling the trigger in my hand, keeping a close eye on the guy's every move, ready to give him a "free ticket" to God with a weapon of their own making.

I adjusted my breathing and slowly pre-pressed the trigger, ready to hit with a single blow. However, just as the bullet was about to be fired, the guy suddenly let out a terrible scream, and suddenly jumped up in the water, and ran madly and desperately to the shore! I was shocked, but immediately understood that he had been mercilessly attacked by an underwater crocodile, and the tragic fate of the huge brown bear had been ruthlessly transferred to him!

A crocodile more than three meters long had been pulled out of the water as it had clung to his right calf. The guy instantly pulled out a pair of sharp weapons that flashed cold light and were more than half a meter long from his waist and slammed them at the crocodile's back, and the crocodile was suddenly ruthlessly turned over, revealing a gray-white belly, and blood gushed out.

It turned out that the guy was holding a pair of cold double hooks, and he ruthlessly hooked the crocodile out of several huge cracks, and turned it over by the way, and the bright red suddenly burst into splashes. He didn't use the gun behind his back to deal with the crocodile, he certainly knew that the two steel hooks were far more destructive than bullets at this point.

The guy must have been full of hatred for the crocodile, which made his calf, which was not lightly injured, even worse, and the double hooks hit the crocodile's body like minced meat, raindrops, and the crocodile's flesh and blood instantly blurred, becoming a blood spray painting at first glance. However, the crocodile seemed to be competing with him, just biting his calf and not letting go, and the clenching force of the big boot-like mouth was amazing!

The guy put the double hook on the ground, squatted in the mud and tried to break the crocodile's big mouth with both hands, it seemed that the crocodile was not completely dead, and still accumulated the last remaining courage to compete with the guy.

The creature broke it twice without breaking it, and then he was furious, and picked up a steel hook and slammed it at the crocodile's head again, and the crocodile's already ugly head suddenly became even more tattered, and became a completely useless, blood-red rotten wood root.

The guy struck dozens of more times, and when he felt that it was almost there, he lowered the steel hook again, trying to break the crocodile's mouth again. However, just as he lowered the steel hook, two large crocodiles rushed towards him quickly. The guy was shocked, and hurriedly let go of the crocodile's hands to pick up the two steel hooks that had been placed aside.

The two crocodiles were huge, incredibly fast, and ferocious, and opened their mouths at the guy's two upper arms, trying to knock the guy into the mud in one fell swoop. It seems that crocodiles still have a certain IQ, and they may have accumulated experience from life-and-death struggles with brown bears, summing up the great power of "joint mouth" against the enemy.

Just as the huge mouths of the two huge crocodiles were about to bite the guy's arm, the guy slammed his arm, leaned back, and inserted two sharp steel hooks into the crocodile's big mouth at the same time, but he was also firmly thrown into the mud by the huge inertial force of the crocodile, and his entire lower body was ruthlessly pressed underneath.

The guy was shocked and wanted to struggle to stand up, but now his lower body has been ruthlessly pressed into the mud of thirty or forty centimeters, and there is a big crocodile mouth on his right leg, and two huge crocodiles are still biting his two steel hooks, how easy is it for him to get out now?! But it's not okay if you don't get out, crocodiles are standard social creatures, and now that there are three of them, will the others be far away? The guy was very anxious, his two arms were desperately stirring the two steel hooks, and his left foot was desperately kicking the crocodile that was already dead and still biting his calf tightly, trying to break free from the big mouth, let himself stand up as soon as possible, and forcibly pull out the calf from the crocodile's jagged mouth, the pain can be imagined, but now is far from the time to think about whether it hurts or not, but whether it can survive. Of course, the guy understood this, and struggled desperately in the mud.

The stirring effect of his two arms is not too significant, and the two crocodiles seem to understand a truth, once they loosen their mouths, their entire mouths will be ruthlessly stirred, and they will be ruthlessly deprived of the right to taste delicious food again, so they also seem to have a heart, and they will not let go, and their ugly heads swing with the steel hook.

By this time, there were already several crocodiles swimming towards him at a rapid pace. Now that guy is even more "completely" anxious, he can't break free for a while, not to mention, his body is still slowly sinking down, this is the most fatal thing! It is estimated that when the crocodiles arrived, they could just "rescue" him from the sludge and prevent him from being suffocated to death in the mud.

I looked at the miserable scene in front of me in horror, and I felt sick and nauseous. The tragic situation of the brown bear being eaten alive by a group of crocodiles is far from fading from my mind, and now it has brought me an even more tragic and tragic live broadcast, how can I feel embarrassed?!

If I had rushed over now and used a submachine gun to finish off those crocodiles, I could have saved that guy's life. However, I am not the "super kind" people in the anti-Japanese drama, I have a "bodhisattva heart" that even God is moved by, they would rather let their comrades endure great pain and die generously, but also use the precious medicines that are comparable to gold that the comrades behind the enemy line have exchanged for their blood and lives on those prisoners who have long since annihilated their humanity!!! The story of the farmer and the snake, the story of Mr. Dong Guo and the wolf, these tragic lessons have been played out from generation to generation in the Chinese people who abide by the way of the Chinese people. And those animals who have been rescued and have been completely brainwashed will not have the slightest gratitude, and maybe how to laugh at the pedantry of those "super kind" people in their hearts!!!

I don't want to comment too much on those anti-Japanese dramas that are seriously tainted with copper stench, but I just want to shout a few times here: stop poisoning our kind people with spiritual opium!!! If you really have the ability, go and earn foreigners' money! Don't be like those unscrupulous animals: after making enough capital at home, the whole family emigrates abroad to pay heavy taxes! However, those extremely shameless animals, the heavy taxes are over, and the filthy body is still stubbornly holding on, so why should the government continue to participate in politics...... In a sense, they are no different from those corrupt officials, they are just shameless "speculators" in the cloak of "legality"! All Chinese people must be vigilant!!

I am not a merciful God, and without the broad-mindedness of his old man who can tolerate everything, I have come thousands of miles and in extreme danger for the good of the motherland, not to sow rain and dew as benevolence.

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