The forest belt that had been plowed by artillery fire had long been scorched earth, and it was extremely ugly and miserable in the afternoon sun, just like a dusty woman after a round storm, and she no longer had the slightest strength to cover up her shame.

Kenji Oshima is lying on his stomach in a lizard-like posture with his whole body on the ground, which is full of huge potholes and many large trees have been uprooted. The whole person happened to be blocked in the middle by two broken tree trunks, and a large area of withered yellow branches and leaves completely covered his body.

The palm-sized dry turtle was passing by for the third time, and there seemed to be some contempt in the little eyes that came from it. Kenji Oshima watched as it kicked up on all fours, slowly and forcefully from a parallel position, leading a few meters away, the heavy shell gradually soaking in the sunlight, and finally comfortably stretched out the neck that seemed to never end, like a yawn of idle boredom.

Kenji Oshima didn't want to yawn, and he didn't dare to fight, he relied on his elbows and the inside of his knees to crawl forward, and it had been a full two hours, and the distance he had moved was less than a hundred meters, and his face was covered with cold sweat.

That's right, a hundred meters - Oshima had already run such a distance in school when he was a child, a minute? Or half a minute? He couldn't remember when it was done. The feeling of the wind whistling in my ears was still ringing very clearly, but now it was replaced by the moans of those dead branches and leaves. He didn't know when he would be just as a pile of rags waiting to rot, completely uncertain, and every muscle in his body, and even every reflex nerve, was in a state of high tension because of it. Although he looked a little more embarrassed than a dead dog lying on the ground at this moment, once an enemy appeared in front of him, he was sure that he would turn the opponent into a corpse within five seconds without making a single move.

Of course, this is just a very boring conjecture. There is indeed another group of people who will appear in this area at this time, but after the entire "Freedom Front" battlefield is surrounded into iron buckets, the other side no longer needs to choose such a passive way of appearing.

After crawling through the forest belt, the place full of maggot corpses finally appeared in front of me. Kenji Oshima almost immediately recognized his fellow countryman Kato Yoshi, who was lying among the rotten flesh and bones, and the latter had a conversation with him before he came here yesterday, laughing and chatting about the past of Kyushu Island, but now he seemed to be the most hard-working provider, where random insects and ants crawled and tore and gnawed, and never screamed in pain.

Crawling through the nearly 100 best Freedom Front mercenaries, seeing and smelling and even touching many places with your body, it is like experiencing the most hideous and clear nightmare. Each of them arrived here at a different time, and the degree to which their bodies were preserved was different, the earlier ones were all skeletons, and Kato Yoshichi had only half of his face gnawed off. It took a lot of effort for Kenji Oshima to stop vomiting**, those thick and viscous corpse fluids had soaked his body, and every breath seemed to be piercing his body with countless sharp needles, if it wasn't for his own experience, he would never have imagined that there would be such a terrible smell in the world, just smelling it was enough to make people crazy.

The jungle is always fair, the law of the jungle alternates between life and death, and Oshima doesn't want to lie here too, so he moves more carefully, and the rancid stench that is almost substantial gradually fades away from consciousness. The entire back of the sludge and filth had been smeared to make it through the dead land, and it looked good now, at least he had lived to see the waterhole.

The marching kettle was tied to his left forearm, so mud that it was impossible to see its original appearance, and Kenji Oshima removed it with as much care as possible, and dipped it flat into the turbid water - keeping half of the spout in the water so that no bubbles would come out, and the angle was well controlled so that there would be no sound, as people who returned alive had said countless times.

After finally filling up with water, turning around and climbing up the road, and after returning to the forest belt for the same long time, the sudden relaxation of his mind even gave Kenji Oshima a strong sense of confusion, feeling that it was all too easy, and that everything was not true.

The destroyed forest belt did not occupy a wide area, and Oshima did not abandon the due caution, and when he arrived at the receiving point, he still crawled more than ten meters away, and then chose to stand up behind a large tree that was large enough to cover his whole body, quickly took off his clothes and pants, and slapped the locusts naked. One of these greedy creatures had already burrowed its slippery body into his anus, and he couldn't shoot it, so he had to pull it with his fingers. The mania and pain that he had endured for a long time were all released like an eruption at this moment, and goosebumps rose densely on his skin, and at the same time, he bent down and began to vomit, but only some acid gushed out of his empty stomach, which rushed out of his lips and nasal passages, and fell down with a thread.

Several mercenaries stepped out of their distant hideout and approached him, when a sudden gunshot caused them all to stop and fall to their stomachs in the woods.

Kenji Oshima looked at his comrades in confusion, and then at his right kneecap, which was missing half of his right kneecap, and fell to his knees, picked up the marching water bottle on the ground and wanted to throw it at them, but his raised arm bent in mid-air, and smashed the water bottle firmly on the surface of his foot-the second bullet that flew in seemed to have an eye, and his wrist was broken.

Kenji Oshima was aroused by the murderous surname and fighting spirit, and touched the kettle with his backhand. This time, the gunshots rang out repeatedly, and his left wrist and other leg were shot one after another, and the whole person could no longer support it, and he lay on the ground.

A compatriot tried to rush to the rescue under the cover of a tree, but was quickly hit in the head and fell stiffly. The rest of the mercenaries didn't dare to move, just looked around desperately, blindly raising the muzzle of their guns.

The gunner, lurking in the unknown, does not seem to be in a hurry to end the fight, but is silently watching, like a spider entrenched in a silk web, waiting for his prey to be wrapped tighter little by little in the struggle.

No one made a sound, not even Kenji Oshima, who was covered in blood, gritted his teeth the whole time, not allowing himself to let out the slightest moan - he had already understood that he was able to get water alive and return to the place of contact, not because he was favored by the heavens, but because the enemy felt that the pot of water had to be exchanged for a greater price, and they even changed the ambush position because of this.

The long stalemate was obviously not what the enemy wanted, and another bullet then tore open Kenji Oshima's waist, blowing off half of the broken ribs and flesh, although he still couldn't make a sound, but the other mercenaries couldn't hold it back, and rushed forward with a strange scream, and in an instant the gunfire became dense, and Oshima was like a worthless bait, waiting for the last bullet that went straight to the back of the head.

Setting up ambushes around the water, besieging the wounded and sending reinforcements -- such a killing drama has been playing out every day for the past few days.

When the bloodstained marching kettle was finally brought to Takeshi Uesugi, the Supreme Commander of the Freedom Front, he waved it down without even looking at it. God owes not even a hint of rain clouds, and many of the wounded, after gnawing on the stems of plants, chewing on the leaves of the turf, and thinking of whatever they can do, now they have no urine to drink, and this little water is more important to them than anything else.

"This time they didn't do anything near the water source." A subordinate reported in a low voice.

"How many people died?" Takeshi Uesugino asked coldly.

"Six. The one who climbed back with the kettle was almost unable to hold on, and he lost too much blood. ”

Uesugino Takeshi was silent for a long time, and a sentence burst out from between his teeth with a blue face: "Pass the order, prepare to break through." ”

"What?" The subordinate looked at him in shock.

"From the beginning, we were in the wrong place, against the wrong opponent, and now it's time to see the form." Takeshi Uesugino seemed to be dozens of years old, and even his voice was trembling, "If we hold on, we won't wait for reinforcements to arrive, and we will be eaten up by this special forces." The Freedom Front is not an opponent of the same grade, and some people may survive the breakout. ”

The subordinates could not believe that such words could come from the mouth of Takeshi Uesugino, who had always been known for his iron-blooded recklessness in the Freedom Front, and was the descendant of a true World War II veteran. Uesugi advocated racial supremacy, once declared that bloodline was the soul of a warrior, and described the Moriah Axe Army as an inferior race, but today it has changed.

"Moria's political axe even has to rely on aid for weapons and food, where did the special forces come from?" The subordinates were confused.

"It is the people of country Z who are teaching the Moriah soldiers to fight, and apart from them, no one in the world can turn a group of monkeys into tigers in such a short period of time." Takeshi Uesugino rubbed his temples and waved his hand tiredly, "Go and inform the various departments to prepare, and break through tonight." ”

The last thousand mercenaries of the Freedom Front launched a surprise attack that night, trying to tear open the encirclement, but the phantom special forces had already laid their pockets and waited for them to get in.

The one-sided harvest lasted less than half an hour before it was over, and the captain of the Moriah "Fangs" brigade, which had only been established for a short time, rushed to carry Takeshi Uesugi's head and ran to report to the two instructors of country Z, but was slapped and slapped.

"How much time did it take you to do in ten minutes?" Yu Da asked.

The captain was speechless.

He can indeed be regarded as a murderous battlefield star now, but in front of the instructor, he is still equivalent to a girl.

The defeat of the Freedom Front meant that two more provinces of Moriah were about to be reclaimed by the Axe. The good news returned to the capital, and the cabinet shook. The young king Tumen III once again rushed to the front to pay tribute to Yu Da and Sun Si, and awarded the Order of Hero.

The behind-the-scenes masterminds of the Western world never imagined that the two veterans of country Z who were killed halfway could have such a great impact on the war situation. Thinking of the sentence "Fighting with the army of country Z is equivalent to sending them to death", many powerful figures were a little unable to sit still.

An intermediary quickly rushed from country M to the war-torn Moriah, found Yu Da, and after indicating his intention, he saw the other party grinning, probably smiling.

The middleman was a little creepy, he had heard what kind of ruthless character he was in front of.

"It's not like there's nothing to talk about." Yu Dazheng scraped his scalp with a sharpened bayonet and shaved a bald head similar to someone, "Our boss is gone, and he contacted me for the last time, saying that the place he would go to was called Pandora." ”

(To be continued)