"You're mine! You're mine! ”

I thought to myself, I was a crappy hunter, and as we all know, I had no choice. I pressed my whole body below the branches and leaves and kept getting closer.

Fifteen meters, fourteen meters, thirteen meters.

This buck eats so deliciously, I got so close, it didn't react, my heart was secretly happy, and even began to think about how to eat such a big deer leg, how to eat the meat on the stomach, the deer whip, alas, for Andrew, he needs a big supplement. But it doesn't matter to me whether it works or not, my goal is also the full thighs of the buck.

Twelve meters, eleven meters, ten meters!

"Brush!"

Whether I had stepped on a branch on the ground or made some other noise, the stag jerked up and stared at me with black holes, and the whole process startled me so much that I almost let my short horse gun fall off the ground.

"Gollum ......"

Damn it! What I never expected was that at this most critical time, my stomach actually barked. The whole scene was embarrassing in an instant, it must have been that I hadn't eaten for too long, the fragile stomach suffered from stomach acid not only made my own spirit a little sluggish, but my body didn't have much strength, but this can't be said that you dropped the chain at a critical moment to make excuses!

"Bang Bang Bang Bang ......"

I was so close that the stag was alerted by such a thunderous roar, and it jerked its head up to look at me again, not expecting that I would get so close. The frightened stag leaped to his feet, boasted the distance of four or five trees, and disappeared into the jungle in an instant.

"Don't run!"

The fat that was about to reach its mouth just ran away, and besides, such a large forest, there was only this one living thing, and if it ran away, there would really be nothing. I yelled at it, knowing that it meant nothing, but I forgot about my hungry stomach and followed it with all my strength.

A four-legged creature that runs like a gust of wind, and I'm no slouch for the heavy armor I take. I pursued as best I could, knocking away the shrubs in front of me, and the stag was in front of me, it was running away, and I was chasing.

Strange to say, this stag is full of muscles, but it is not so fast, and I am more than ten meters away from each other. It was like it was waiting for me every now and then, running and stopping, as if it was playing tricks on me. The constant change of direction in the middle is a method of escape learned by the hunters, I don't know if it works for a wolf or a tiger or something, but it is a painful torture for a two-legged creature like me.

I ran, gasping for air, but the smell of corruption in the air was getting stronger and stronger and almost suffocating.

Smelling this abnormal smell, some doubts appeared in my heart, but even more doubts could not catch up with the temptation brought by the buck in front of me to make people feel real.

I couldn't stop, because I didn't want to give up so casually, the stag was right in front of me, and I chased after it desperately, and I felt the very uncomfortable smell in the air that I was used to.

As I progressed, the smell became pungent, and for me, who had only been down from the battlefield for a short time, the rancid smell immediately reminded me of the rotting corpses, which I think all the survivors of the battlefield could relate to.

"There are corpses, and there are many, very many!"

As I ran, I kept thinking in my head that I didn't know where it was, that I had been drifting on the Rhine for too long, and that I was afraid that it had passed under Roman control. The only thing I can be sure of is that I will never meet a Burgundian again, and I don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing.

The stag running in front of me did not stop for a moment, only to see it leap to its feet, and the force of the pedal force made it seem to have wings in the air, and it flew over the bush as tall as my whole person. It was gone in an instant, leaving me with only the still shaking branches of the bush.

"Damn it!"

I was so depressed because I was hungry, and then I went through such a strenuous run that I was so exhausted that I couldn't run anymore. The feeling of hunger in my stomach hit again. I admit that I've exhausted all my strength and can't run anymore, I can't run anymore.

"I did my best, Andrew!"

An inexplicable sense of loss overflowed from my heart, and at this moment, the whole person fell to his knees as if he had been drained of all his blood by something that he didn't know. My throat was full of disgusting fishy smell, and I picked a leaf next to me, and I didn't care if it was poisonous, so I put it in my mouth and chewed it.

The bitter taste instantly dispelled the fishy stench that had occupied my mouth, although the process was very painful, and the fishy smell in my throat and eyes could not be dispelled at all. I spat out the chewed leaves, used my short riding gun as a crutch, and stood up little by little.

Looking back, I could no longer see the path I had come from, and I took a deep breath, and the unbearable stench made me want to exhale all the air in my lungs, and I couldn't help but cover my mouth and nose.

"What the hell is it, why does it stink so much!"

The smell did make me a little uneasy, but there was a good thing, and that was that my stomach, which kept protesting, was honest at this time. I patted my belly, my right hand holding a short riding gun, my left hand covering my mouth and nose with my cuff, and driven by curiosity, I walked in the direction in front of me that I thought the smell was wafting.

Breaking through the shrubs in front of you, there were more shrubs in front of you, but the smell of decay was even more unbearable.

I wiped my watery eyes, gritted my teeth and walked on, I even heard the noisy "buzzing" of flies, and it seemed that my association was about to be confirmed!

Sure enough, when I pushed my short rifle against a bush again, I saw blood on the leaves of the bush in front of me. The blood had turned black, it must have been a long time since I saw a hand under the bushes, and that didn't startle me, really. I am also a person who has experienced a bloody battle, and I can maintain a good psychological quality for this corpse.

This hand was a severed hand, and the broken part exposed the white bones, and the musculature on it had rotted to the point of blackening, and from time to time there were huge flies crawling on it, oh my God, it was so big, much bigger than what I had seen in the original outdoor toilet. And the white maggots born from the flies wriggling in the highly corrupted flesh, how fat!

I moved on, brushing aside the blood-stained bush, and finally, I saw the source of the stench.

I shook my head, trying not to watch such a disgusting scene,