After the hydrogen rod is stripped of the protective force field, it will produce a violent reaction in a few minutes and a maximum of two quarters of an hour, and at that time, the energy released by such an iron rod-thick gadget can race more than dozens of tons of T NT, Lu Yuan holding the hydrogen rod in his hand is equivalent to stepping on an ammunition depot with an open door, and the fuse has been lit.

The slight energy wave volatilized by the hydrogen rod was transmitted to the "ghosts", these strange creatures who are extremely good at manipulating illusions seem to have an innate sensitivity to energy, they quickly became restless, fearful, and their tentacles slapped each other like spider webs, but no one dared to stretch out to Lu Yuan, just a moment, and the tentacle spikes could penetrate Lu Yuan's head.

For the rest of his life, Lu Yuan's intuition is more than sharp and can be described? He could feel the fear of the "ghost" with his eyes closed, and he immediately grabbed the hydrogen rod and began to retreat, using the gun as a crutch, and walked towards the foothills outside the cedar forest, and the ghost followed slowly, as if coveting Lu Yuan's extraordinarily delicious flesh, imagining what kind of strange taste could be in this blood food that he had never tasted.

It's a pity that the plan of the "ghost" is destined to fail, the self-defense pistol hanging between Lu Yuan's legs will never run out of bullets, and the last two rounds must be reserved for himself. Either they will die together, or they will be honorably self-judged, and Lu Yuan's dictionary does not have "let others slaughter".

The flames of the "salamander" pit were spreading, and the fire was extinguished in the place where the incendiary bombs were originally dropped, and the yellow-bodied and red-limbed salamanders turned into a section of coke, and a few lucky "salamanders" kept spitting foul-smelling pus, even if Lu Yuan tried his best to inhale with his mouth, the smell almost made Lu Yuan unable to restrain the desire to vomit.

The hydrogen rod is hot, this is one of the signs before the violent reaction, Lu Yuan is wading in the kneeless flesh and mud, the sticky material like a wire is pulling Lu Yuan, the exoskeleton that has lost its sealing is powerless to prevent these substances from penetrating into the chain, Lu Yuan's actions are slowing down, and the most terrible thing is that this muddy swamp is deepening.

The swamp floating with the scorched blood of the "salamander" had reached Lu Yuan's waist, but the dexterous tentacles of the "ghost" could replace the stubby limbs to support it, and the speed was no slower than in the forest.

The blood did not reach Lu Yuanqi's chest, and Lu Yuan could carefully see the grotesque and bizarre organ fragments of the "salamander" as soon as he lowered his head slightly. He was holding a hydrogen rod in one hand and a rifle in the other, the efficiency of the exoskeleton was decreasing, and Lu Yuan had to rely on his own strength to drive this iron frame with a backpack tied to it, and it was very difficult, as you can imagine.

Fortunately, the "ghost" should be really afraid of the hydrogen rod, and sent Lu Yuan to the shore of the swamp like sending it all the way.

Lu Yuan climbed onto the shore covered with fresh snow, he was almost out of strength, but he insisted on not giving up the exoskeleton that could make him look majestic, the hydrogen rod was so hot that he couldn't hold it, he was lucky, after more than a quarter of an hour, the hydrogen rod still didn't explode, but the result was also obvious, and his life entered the countdown again.

Dozens of meters away behind is the foothill snowfield, Lu Yuan casually threw down the hydrogen rod, and immediately rushed out of the cedar forest, some "ghosts" seemed to have realized something, and they were scattered, and some were like falling in love with him, until Lu Yuan squeezed out the strength in his bones all the way, and when he was paralyzed on the snow, Lu Yuan could see the milky white figure hanging in the canopy of the cedar tree, infinitely similar to the snow.

Falling on the snow, for a while, Lu Yuan only had the strength to breathe, and every cell in his body was moaning and protesting, until a small mushroom cloud rose in the cedar forest, and the strange hot wind blew the snow particles through Lu Yuan's sideburns, and the sickly blush and stress excitement together exploded another strength for Lu Yuan, prompting him to drag his almost collapsed body and continue to climb towards the foot of the mountain.

The wind and snow that started in the afternoon could not wake up the sleepy travelers, Lu Yuan fell into a stupor, and fell asleep before touching the snow, and it was almost hours after closing his eyes and opening his eyes.

When Lu Yuan woke up, he couldn't feel his facial features anymore, he kept exhaling and rubbing his palms to heat it, barely keeping it, he took off the only remaining backpack on his body, took out an airtight tape and stuck it to the crack of the helmet mask, he checked the power of the exoskeleton, and saw 23% of the bottom, and the only spare battery in the backpack could not be able to Lu Yuan to walk to the temporary resting point.

But is it even more impossible for Lu Yuan to turn back into the cedar forest to find the hastily lost cart materials, and go in to kill himself?

Xu was frozen for too long, Lu Yuan snorted, and the snot hung into two sparse icicles, Lu Yuan smiled bitterly and found that the bear cub's fur was actually tied under the backpack, and now it has become a life-saver, Lu Yuan used a saber to scrape off the filth of the fur and use it as a scarf.

Although the standard marching of this soldier carried by Lu Yuan was large, no matter how much Lu Yuan saved food, he only had a food quota of up to 3 weeks. In order to make more room for ammunition, Lu Yuan also put a full set of rifle repair tools in the cart, and the rifle was damaged to the point that the chamber was blocked by the "salamander" residue, and all the dismantling was not completed, and there must be accessories to replace it.

The food, medicine, and weapons can still last for a while, but the leg and belly injuries that were stabbed by the "ghost" are urgent. Lu Yuan gasped for cold air before turning over his legs, like a poisonous snake bitten by two marks, a circle of flesh outside the circle is necrotic tissue, capillaries are also obviously discolored, Lu Yuan can now feel the presence of his leg for the time being, but as long as his finger is lightly pressed, it is a pain in the heart, and the finger pulls out a sticky blue blood, as if the whole muscle is about to dissolve.

Lu Yuan suddenly felt bad, he couldn't tell what kind of toxin this was, it could act so quickly, in just a few hours, the center was about to dissolve into a body condensate similar to a "ghost", the touch was extremely soft, the outer skin was almost transparent, and the inner dermis was also dissolving, and many places couldn't bounce off at all.

It's not that Lu Yuan has never seen such an injury, he has also seen the tragic scene of the Imperial Fleet's circling planets spreading pheromone warfare agents. At that time, he and the paratroopers were safe and sound in the permanent fortress, but the indigenous creatures of the planet outside suffered, and all mammals, whether they inhaled, touched, ate or targeted information toxins, would have total organ failure and then decay into a new pheromone bomb pile within half a day. In this huge gas cage, whoever breaks his protective suit will be declared dead, and he will not even be able to enter the fortifications, and the most decent way is to go far away and raise his gun to kill himself, so as not to let his comrades see their desolate remains.

Lu Yuan tried to inject a treatment needle, and the hemostatic film composed of nano factors was quickly generated, but it was quickly submerged by the dissolved tissue, and such an open wound was difficult to handle, and it either needed professional treatment from the medical staff or entered the medical warehouse, Lu Yuan didn't have a single hair, and it was just this little belongings.

In other words, it would have to be the oldest way to deal with this kind of injury, which has been common for many eras.

Lu Yuan took out a palm stove expressionlessly, the fuel of the furnace is the decomposition product of the hydrogen rod preparation process, and the calorific value is relatively not so "high", so if it is used as a stove to cook a hot food or something, it is estimated that it can be used for hundreds of years~

In addition to the honorary dagger that is regarded by every paratrooper as equivalent to life, the combat units of the Celestial Alliance will also carry a folding multi-functional saber, in addition to assassination and cutting, the blade sprayed with special coating by the plasma process can be transformed into other forms of knives after simple shaping, such as the scalpel that Lu Yuan needs now.

The painkillers that Lu Yuan had saved by doing everything possible before finally came in handy, Lu Yuan held the saber, and the flame of the palm furnace warmed the palm, Lu Yuan took advantage of this warmth, fixed his arm, stared at the rotten and dirty calves, and cut off the rotten flesh and half-dissolved muscle fat piece by piece, and some of the seriously corroded parts have become a thick and innocent substance like antifreeze, even if he has a painkiller injection, Lu Yuan has a lot of pain, and it is difficult to say what kind of fate Lu Yuan will have to resist.

Lu Yuan almost hollowed out the calf of his right leg, and repeatedly confirmed that there was no tissue left that had been dissolved, and from the side, the calf of his right leg and the calf of his left leg were completely disproportionate. In order to bandage his calves, Lu Yuan ran out of bandages, but what was terrible was that Lu Yuan almost lost his mobility.

There was no need to think about it, Lu Yuan continued to take the sealing injection, which closed off the pain and temporarily cut off the nerve connection, so that Lu Yuan could support his thighs and drag his feet.

Lu Yuan dug out the snow pit and lay in the suffocating and cold pit, the despair in his heart was not suppressed with the fire rising, but spreading wildly, Lu Yuan stared at the rifle in the stuck shell for a long time, his mind had no thoughts, no emotion, just watched like this, until fatigue hit again.

Waking up the next day, Lu Yuan mechanically dug a snow pit, mechanically stood under the sun of the new day, mechanically stretched his legs, and mechanically faced his distance. The rifle became a crutch, and the bearskin rested around the neck. The strong light reflected the snow at the foot of the mountain, and Lu Yuan sometimes took off his sunglasses and looked up at the sun, the pain was not bad for him, confirming that he was still alive.

It is always difficult to climb over the mountains, Lu Yuan repeated his pilgrimage-style journey, the cold is secondary, and it has not yet reached the point of exhaustion, but the fuel cell will be completely exhausted in less than a week, Lu Yuan is already imagining, what is he thinking in his head when he can't support it?

When Lu Yuan climbed to the highest point of the mountain, he looked at the Starov Mountains, which seemed to be endless, he forgot how long he had traveled, sadly, he even lost the map cylinder, and he was moving forward purely by intuition and impression.

The leeward part of the mountain is a dark green dense forest, so many times, Lu Yuan will not have good fruit to eat when he steps into the forest, but as before, if he doesn't cross it, don't think about rushing to the point, or he can make a detour, but Lu Yuan has an urgent premonition that it is always right to go there.

So Lu Yuan crossed the mountain peak, fell to the other leeward slope, and stepped into the forest, the air was very fresh and cold, until the world in front of him suddenly turned upside down, Lu Yuan knew that his journey was really over.