Iron Slag tilted his head and glanced at Makichizuru with an unpleasant look, and the latter didn't seem to notice the strangeness in his gaze. "Words, feelings, first, http://www.Klxsw.com

www.Klxsw.com saw her stretch her waist, yawn, and then said, "I'm so sleepy~", and then lay down. It wasn't long before she fell asleep under his gaze......

Seeing Mu Qianhe sleeping soundly, Tie Slag grabbed his hair and picked up the marching blanket beside him to cover her. Then he gently pulled back the curtain and drilled out. He could not stay in the tent, because the most taboo thing about marching and fighting was that the commander played with women, and the soldiers suffered from the cold. Such behavior will produce a huge psychological imbalance, which will cause most soldiers and commanders to deviate from morality, and the cohesion of the guide team will decline. However, when facing this girl who was somewhat similar to Lena, he felt a little headache. Perhaps it's because of the years of accumulation of power that he has a sense of instinctive powerlessness for a creature like Lena.

If you can't be provoked, just hide......

There was a rainproof shelter in the open space in front of him, and at this time, Wang Hu, Ju Amu and Ren Yunfei were cooking around the kerosene stove. Seeing the regiment commander coming, Wang Hu took the lead in getting up, his military posture was upright, and his movements were standard.

Iron Slag pulled a marching chair and sat down by the kerosene stove, and then asked why they hadn't slept yet. Wang Hu said that tonight was the first night, and he, Ren Yunfei and Ju Amu were responsible for keeping watch for the first half of the night. Iron Slag nodded and said that you have worked hard. Ju Amu smiled and said that it was not hard, it was his blessing to be able to follow Brother Tie to fight the world. Iron Slag nodded, and did not speak again. Next, he quietly watched the dancing flames in the kerosene stove for a long time.

This rain shelter is located in the very center of the camp, and the iron slag tent is directly opposite it. Just now, Wang Hu saw Mu Qianhe get in, and he could guess that the head of the regiment was staying here to avoid suspicion. So he offered to let the regiment commander go to his tent to rest.

Iron Slag shook his head, saying that he was not sleepy, just sit here and roast the fire. Wang Hu saw that he had made up his mind, so he didn't say anything more.

But in reality, he was a little sleepy. However, at this moment, Mu Qianhe is sleeping in his tent, if he goes to Wang Hu's tent to rest. Then tomorrow morning, when the soldiers do not see him, they will mistakenly think that he is enjoying the soft/warm smell of meat in the tent. To avoid suspicion, he had to sit here so that all could see him.

After a few hours, the night watchman changed, and Wang Hu and the others went back to their tents to rest.

It was still raining in the sky, and the raindrops were falling on the canopy with a subtle sound. In the wee hours of the morning, the night watchman changed in waves, and the iron slag still sat by the kerosene stove, staring at the dancing flames.

"Winter is coming, eternal night is coming......" Kozan's voice still lingered in his ears for a long time.

Early the next morning, the rain stopped. Mu Qianhe got out of the tent and looked at the iron slag sitting in the canopy, and his expression became a little complicated. About half an hour later, everyone packed up and set off again. The jungle was wet and muddy after the rain, and the pace of the march was extremely slow, taking it only 12 km after a full day's walk.

On the third day, it rained again, and everyone was as if they had been fished out of water, and there was no dry place in their bodies. Iron Slag ordered the team to stop moving forward and fix in place.

It wasn't until noon on the fifth day that the rain finally stopped, and the sun shone through the dense broad leaves on the ground, and the jungle was warm. Taking advantage of the good weather, everyone quickly packed up and headed for the destination.

But it didn't take long before it rained again. This time it was pouring rain, and it was dark in the sky and earth, and I couldn't see my fingers. Even the most calm Wang Hu couldn't help but curse: "What a hell! ”

In this way, the team walked in a harsh environment for 11 days and finally arrived 30 kilometers away from the destination. During this time, they encountered several lonely cries of flies. In just one photo, the crying frog was swept to death by the soldiers and turned into a beenet's nest.

At this point, go a little further and they will leave the coverage of the satellite signal. At that time, all satellite communication equipment, including long-range communication and coordinate positioning, will be useless.

After entering the fringe area, Iron Slag sat on the locomotive, raised his hand to signal the team to stop, and then quietly ordered.

"Alice, activate the Life Scanner."

"Click...... Click...... ......Click, click

[Sorry, my captain, the detection principle of the Life Scanner is based on the body temperature of the organism, and the body temperature of the bee ant colony is low, and the vegetation in the jungle is too dense, so the detection range of the Life Scanner is lower than that of the Vision Scanner]

"What's there?"

[The team repaired in situ and sent two three-person teams to enter the range of the lost satellite signal, search the nearby area, and make the next plan according to the reconnaissance situation]

Just as Iron Slag and Alice were communicating, a scream suddenly came from the back of the group.

"Stinging bugs! It's a stinger! "Watch out, guys!" "Get cover!" "Crouch down!" The ranks were in a commotion, and the soldiers looked around nervously. Iron slag hurriedly turned the head of the car and rushed back. Not far ahead, a transport worker was nailed to the rubber wheel of a woodland vehicle by a pale spike.

In less than a second, the workers stopped struggling. He rolled his eyes and stared blankly at the sky. And white smoke was constantly rising from his chest, and a "sneer......sneer" sound was heard. At this moment, there was a pungent sour smell in the air, which was mixed with the smell of burnt flesh, which was disgusting. However, no one dared to come to the aid of the worker, and just watched him melt away.

According to the analysis in the textbook, the spike that killed the workers was a long-range weapon of the stinger. Inside the spike was a pipe filled with highly corrosive acid. When the spike hits the target, the acid is injected into the inside of the target, which then corrodes for a qiē.

"Dada...... Da Da Da ...... Da Da Da ...... Da Da Da ...... Da Da Da ...... Dadada......"

All of a sudden, I don't know who went off. The soldiers opened fire one after another, aimlessly strafing the dense forest ahead. In an instant, a dense stream of bullets pierced through the trees, sending sawdust flying everywhere and leaves flying.

"Stop shooting! Stop shooting! Wang Hu shouted loudly. At this moment, a pale spike flew silently and plunged headlong into the ground beside Wang Hu. Wang Hu looked for the parabolic trajectory of the spikes, locked on to a certain place in the dense forest, and then shouted loudly: "Three o'clock direction, shoot!" ”

"Dada...... Da Da Da ...... Da Da Da ...... Da Da Da ...... Da Da Da ...... Dadada......"

The soldiers frantically pulled the trigger and drained all the bullets in the magazine. After a dense burst of gunfire, a slight wail could be heard in the dense forest. Taking advantage of the interval between reloads, Iron Slag shouted: "Stop shooting, retreat!" He shouted as he rushed towards the source of the sound as he pulled out the shotgun behind his back, and with a "click", opened the chamber and stuffed two red shotguns.

"Close the safety bolt, whoever dares to shoot me will kill him!" Seeing the iron slag rushing into the dense forest, Wang Hu roared loudly. The soldiers raised their guns and retreated.

At the same time, not far in front of them, the iron slag was hurrying along to the sound of wailing. He jumped over several piles of bushes in quick succession and caught up with a stinging insect that had fled in a hurry. The stinging insect is more than two meters tall and has a python-like lower body covered with fine scales. It was writhing and winding its way forward, leaving a trail of dark green slime in its wake.

"Boom!"

The moment he saw the stinging insect, the iron slag blasted over, and the scorching iron sand hit the carapace on the back of the stinging insect, knocking it staggering and hitting its head on the trunk of the tree in front of it. Seeing that the blow worked, the iron slag did not rush to catch up, but stayed on the spot to bomb. With a "click", two red shotshots slid into the chamber.

The stinging insect shook its body as if it were on the verge of a wobble. However, this qiē is all an illusion. In the next second, it suddenly turned around and shot a pale spike at the same time. However, its opponents were prepared. I saw that the human body was slightly on one side, and easily let go of the spikes.

"Whoosh!" With a soft thud, pale spikes flew backwards against the iron slag garment, nailed to the trunk of a tree. At the same time, Iron Slag raised his shotgun, aimed at the stinger's hideous head, and fired a blast at it! In an instant, countless buckshot struck the front of the stinging bug, sending it with slime and claws flying!

Then, the force of the force knocked it back for some distance, until it slammed into the trunk of the tree to stop castration. At this time, Iron Slag pulled out a single-edged straight sword and walked over step by step. In the blink of an eye, the stinger hissed sharply, raised its last sickle-shaped forefoot, and rushed towards the iron slag. At this moment, one of the two pairs of large sickle-legs of the stinging insect was blown away, and the small sickle-footed that was used to cut food was all broken, and only the second half was left hanging on the body of the worm.

In the face of the stinger's last struggle, the iron slag walked forward slowly, and when it reached its body, it suddenly provoked with a knife.

With a soft sound of "......snort", a cold light swept through the body of the stinging insect from bottom to top. In an instant, dark green slime spurted out. The iron slag flashed sideways, avoiding the splash of slime.

In the silent silence, the tall stinging worm tilted its body and its upper body slipped to the ground. Iron Slag turned his head and spat a mouthful of saliva on the wound of the stinging bug.

A moment later, large red ants with fangs and claws, hideous faces, spiky carapaces, and slender limbs emerged from the flesh of the stinging insects. According to the use of some time ago, Iron Slag called this ant - Scout Ant Ant, which is named after Wu Congyun's "Scout Worker Bee". At present, the most useful use of scout ants is to explore their surroundings, and their sense of sight and smell will be immediately transmitted to the mind of the iron slag. After a series of tests, he found that the range of movement of the Scout Ant could not exceed two thousand meters, and the closer he got to the limit distance, the more blurred his perception became.

It didn't take long for the corpses of the stinging insects to dry up, and the number of scout ants gathered in front of the iron slag reached about thirty. Just then, footsteps were heard behind him. Iron Slag's mind moved, and the scout ant ants immediately rushed to the depths of the dense forest.

A few seconds later, Wang Hu arrived at the scene with his teammates. Iron Slag raised his hand and motioned for them to retreat. Wang Hu nodded immediately, and led the team members back the same way without saying a word.

When they were far away, Iron Slag summoned the Scout Ant Legion, first devoured the flesh and blood of the stinging insects, and then scattered the remains and dragged them deep into the forest. After doing this, Iron Slag's mind moved, and the scout ant ants immediately scattered and crawled into the depths of the dense forest......

A few minutes later, Iron Slag returned to the ranks and gave Wang Hu the latest order: "Build a defensive line and repair it in place." The latter shouted the order, then gathered his teammates and transport workers to prepare for the formation of a temporary defensive line.

While the team members started to get busy, Iron Slag climbed onto the roof of a mountain bike and stared into the depths of the forest. At this moment, his vision became extremely far-reaching, and the jungle hidden in front of him gradually turned into his back garden, as if everything was under his control.

At this moment, six hundred meters away from the forest, a scout ant crawled out of the bushes and "saw" a wandering stinging worm.

At the same time, in the sight of the iron slag, a reddish silhouette appeared. Immediately after, he took off the Psionic Warrior Rifle and, with a "click", pulled the bolt and stuffed it into a no-spec bullet. Then he picked up his gun and began to charge up his psionic energy. After a few seconds, the crystal clear star sand gradually flowed into the empty bullet along the texture of the gun's body

The next moment, he looked through the dense jungle and aimed at the red silhouette six hundred meters away. At the moment of recharging, he firmly pulled the trigger.

"Bang!"

As the long-lasting gunfire rang out, a blue light pierced through countless branches and leaves, slamming into the wandering stinging insects. Suddenly, blue light came out of his chest, taking away large swaths of internal organs. Before it could scream, it had already fallen to the ground. Looking closely, the psionic armor-piercing bullet had caused a large wound to its chest. But that's nothing, the wound on its back is even more shocking, the size of a washbasin.

Iron Slag's mind moved, and scout ants poured in from all directions, ready to eat the corpses of the stinging insects.