Walking in the dense fog where it is difficult to see things for more than a few meters, I don't know the terrain, I don't know the environment, I don't know what is in front of me or what is coveted around me, this is a terrifying thing in itself, Ma Chenglong and Tom both know that this taste is not pleasant, but no one raised any objections, even Tom, who has the most strange personality, is silently following Ma Chenglong.

Since entering the mountain, restraint has always been everyone's greatest feeling. But now it is different, the task of the whole team has been completed, and Shandong, Lao Gui, they have withdrawn from another place, according to the calculation of time, they should have reached the scope of the activities of the Chinese guerrillas, and the danger has been lifted. It's good that the two of them have no worries and no pressure......

The drenched humus seemed to be stained with blood and carrion, and as far as the eye could see, plants and rocks entrenched in a thousand strange phantoms, some like giant beasts, others like demon spirits. Moving forward is almost the same as a blind man's path, Ma Chenglong and Tom's eyes are already staring at the point that they are about to fall out of their sockets, and the effect of the flashlight is very little in this dense fog, except for making them obvious enough targets, it will not bring any help.

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Kimura didn't hesitate, he walked at the front of the line and suddenly stopped. There were six people left in the team, and even the footsteps sounded much more sparse. At several forks in the road, he arranged for people to ambush.

Kimura was thinking that the Chinese scouts wouldn't have passed through the misty jungle over there anyway. And these places are the only way for them to get to the exit mountain road of Rolling Dragon Slope. Now that he had set up ambushes at all the intersections, it seemed that this time he was bound to win. After all, time is running out for him.

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The moment they finally walked out of the mist belt, Ma Chenglong and Tom roared heartily, and the sound spread throughout the mountains and forests.

After taking too long to get out of the fog, Ma Chenglong found that the geographical location was completely different, and the intricate mountain and dangerous roads had led them to the northwest, and if they wanted to return to the foot of Songshan, they had to pass through the dead swamp in front of them.

The area ahead is gloomy and dark, and the thick layer of fallen leaves can't stop the smell of corruption from seeping out, it is a deep valley swamp, there is no sunlight all year round, I don't know how many beasts have been devoured, Ma Chenglong tentatively stepped down, almost just stepped on it and fell to his knees. There was a dead swamp in front and a ghost fog in the back, and the Kimura team didn't give Ma Chenglong much time to think about it......

Still didn't wait for the Chinese scouts to break through the ghost fog again, following the trails they left behind. Kimura's experience in surviving in the wild allowed the team to survive the most difficult period after that. However, he still underestimated these Chinese scouts, and he didn't expect that they would still choose the ghost fog......

Here, Ma Chenglong and they were caught up on the edge of the Dead Swamp shortly after they walked out of the mist zone.

Captain Kimura with Miyazaki, Wu Nagakayama, sniper Yamano, first-class soldier Aso, first-class soldier Scorpion, these six people rushed out of despair with madness, they have been tortured by hatred and murder into ghosts, in the face of the only **** scout in front of the background or when the vision is not clear, Yamano roared angrily and raised his hand to shoot, and even hit Tom who was walking behind.

By the time the gun rang out, Tom had already collapsed, blood spurting from his wounds, lying on the ground, unsure of whether he was alive or dead. The Kimura team did come quickly, but the real reason for Ma Chenglong's delay was that in order to cross the swamp, they made some rattan wooden rows on their knees, and the pieces were nearly the size of a kang table. This method of borrowing strength to cross the risk was mentioned by Zhu Ziming at the beginning. In the Sanjiang Plain of the White Mountains and Black Waters, the swamps were dotted, and Zhu Ziming, who was still bearded at the time, relied on these few things to come and go like the wind, and the local puppet army called the earth and the earth to be ineffective.

The dead marsh here is undoubtedly more dangerous than that of the Sanjiang Plain, and the mud that has accumulated for many years is like a pot of paste that is getting thicker and thicker as it stews, and the whole area has become a bloody mouth that swallows everything. Even with a simple tool, Ma Chenglong felt a strong suction force coming out from the depths of the ground during the attempt, but fortunately, a few thick python vines were winding on the swamp level, climbing this real life-saving straw, and then slowly crawling forward hand and foot on the ground against the wooden raft, only in this way did it make it possible to pass.

After volunteering to break Tom's gun was shot, Ma Chenglong, who had climbed to the depths of the swamp, suddenly changed color, and at this time he suddenly let go, leaning on the support of the wooden row on his knees, and turned around to shoot. The Kimura team, which had just dispersed in the jungle and could only be seen faintly, fell down.

The Kimura squad immediately returned a shot, the bullet almost brushed against Ma Chenglong's cheek, and he immediately felt a burning pain that caused a huge sense of oppression, and he immediately thought about the fast gunner who had fought in the rift in front of him.

Ma Chenglong reached out and grabbed the python vine again, but for just such a little time, he didn't borrow strength, his body had already sunk into the dead swamp for a few minutes, and the mud quietly covered the wooden row on his lap. Ma Chenglong had to put the gun back on his shoulder, prop up the mud with his backhand, and gradually stop sinking by relying on the third wooden row on his hand.

"Let's go, leave me alone!" Tom clutched his hand over the gunshot wound, blood gushing out between his fingers, and his face was a hideous mixture of pain and anxiety.

Ma Chenglong still couldn't understand what he was shouting, but he could really understand what he meant from his demeanor.

The pursuers on the side of Kimura's team, shocked by the guns just now, slowed down the momentum of rushing forward, and Yamano found his hiding place, while gasping sharply, he poked out the sniper scope in the gap in the bushes, trying to put the crosshair on Ma Chenglong's head.

Less than half a meter on his side, the sound of a faint bullet piercing the sky suddenly sounded, and a few scraped leaves slowly fell. Yamano stared at him dumbfounded, he was sure that the Chinese scout couldn't have seen him, but he had fired this shot with his judgment of the location of the previous gunshot and the sensitivity of a sniper.

What a terrible opponent this is, Yamano used great strength to calm down, the dense trees made it difficult for him to aim, he moved to another position, and when he locked on to the opponent in the sniper scope, Miyazaki next to him suddenly whispered: "Hit, hit that wounded, don't kill him!" ”

Instead of paying attention to his teammates, Yamano looked at Kimura, and after Kimura nodded, he reluctantly moved his gun and fired at Tom again.

The 6.5mm caliber rifle bullet drilled into Tom's back and pierced out of the chest, although it was not a fatal position, but the ruptured lung lobe directly led to a hemopneumothorax, Tom couldn't even continue to breathe for a while, and his already pale face was now even more ugly than a dead man.