On the twenty-seventh day of April, the midnight demon soldiers marched cautiously, the torches crackling in their hands, but the firelight could only illuminate the place, and the whole forest was full of birch, thorn, beech, and oak trees, and the clanging branches surrounded them like a wall. The flat ground was covered with green moss and thick weeds, and there was hardly any sound for people to walk on it. There are no trails in sight, and even if there are, they have long been obliterated by the dense barren grass.

Everywhere there were unkempt leaf holly, wild plum trees, ferns, dense and tall thorns, and no one could be seen beyond ten paces.

The soldiers gently pushed through the bushes and silently searched forward, birds chirping in the air above the bayonets. They are nervous, afraid of running into the person they are searching for. Less than three days earlier, he had been spotted by a squadron of friendly forces.

When the reinforcements saw the signal and arrived, only eleven people remained in the squadron of more than 50 people, all wounded, and the target to be pursued had already escaped. This incident caused great panic among the searching troops, which showed that the object of the hunt was not a docile rabbit. The soldiers were very high, and from time to time there were herons and pheasants flying in the bushes, which caused them a wave of panic each time.

Suddenly, the purebred Cheka hounds at the front of the queue barked violently at a swarthy bush in front of them.

Suddenly, all the people became nervous, and they seemed to see the bushes moving. The soldiers were gesturing to each other, and without the command of the officer, they had already begun to arrange the encirclement. The captain feared that his strength was too thin, so he sent two fiery arrows to the sky, which was a signal to ask for reinforcements.

In the night sky, the rocket drew a dazzling arc trajectory in the dark night, falling lightly in the dense woods. The archers stealthily retreated to the back of the line to prevent a surprise attack from their opponents. The infantry, armed with machetes and bayonets that were good for close combat, stood silently in the forefront. There was no sound, and in the silence, only the gentle "whoosh" of the wind blowing through the treetops and the piercing cries of unknown birds in the bushes could be heard.

Reinforcements came quickly, and a large group of tall orcs carrying huge maces appeared through the dense woods amid the sound of squirming branches and leaves. The captain frowned, he didn't expect the support of the Far Eastern United Army, he didn't have a good impression of these hillbillies who were "snorting" around animal skins and snorting rough air, and he didn't have any expectations for their combat effectiveness - this was actually the general opinion of the demons about their allies.

However, combat power is combat power after all, the captain suppressed the unhappiness in his heart, and began to assign tasks to the orcs: a hundred people passed from the left, a hundred people outflanked from the right, and the rest passed through the middle. He didn't believe in the combat capabilities of those orcs.

"Let's go in!" With a low shout, the scout at the front of the line loosened the leash of the Cheka hound, and the hound, with a low "whin", was the first to rush into the bush. A large number of armed soldiers followed, and they formed a semicircular encirclement.

In a meadow in the middle of the jungle, the Cheka barked furiously and lunged forward, digging at the floating soil in the grass. The soldiers chased after them: trampled grass, faint footprints, bloodstained branches and fragments of clothing. It is clear that not so long ago, the subject had stayed here, and he had bandaged his wounds here.

"He's nearby, and he's wounded, and can't get far!" the scout asserted. The captain nodded silently, thinking of the large reward promised by His Majesty the Divine Emperor, and his breath became short. At this time, he was secretly glad: fortunately, it was the Racial United Army in the Far East that was with him, not other regular demon troops, and if there was any merit and reward, it would all be his own.

"Quick, let the dog continue to chase!" The captain looked back at the orc troops behind him who were slowly following up, and urged: "Hurry, move quickly!"

He said to his men, "Come on, everyone, take down the prisoners, and reward each of them with fifty silver coins!" (He said to himself in his heart, of course he is a living man.) ）

The Cheka wolfhound ran faster and faster, and the scouts in front were almost always dragged by it. Everyone began to run, but it was too dark in the woods, and many people tripped over the potholes and vines as they ran, and the cries of "ouch, ouch" continued. Because of the momentum of the large reward, the demon soldiers ran very fast and rushed to the front of the line, while the tall orcs were pulled to the back, and the originally dense queue was stretched very long, and a long string of torches danced in the dark forest.

The barking of the wolfdogs grew louder and louder, and a cacophony of human voices and passwords rang out in all directions, and the demon searchers were loudly reporting: "I heard someone inside! He's inside!" The light of the torches grew brighter and brighter: they were searching for this place.

It was already the thirty-first day of the escape. The demon hunt was still ongoing, and Zichuan Xiu felt like he had fallen into an endless net, no matter how much he struggled, he couldn't get rid of the constant searcher behind him.

At first, due to the delay in the demon's reaction and Cardin's cover, he bought precious time and threw the pursuers behind him a large distance, but the demons quickly realized their mistake and readjusted the search range. They employ fast horses and wolfdogs—purebred Cheka wolfdogs that have been specially trained to have a terrifying sense of smell and can detect even the tiniest olfactory molecule within fifty paces.

Shikawa Xiu had tried to hide in the sand, hide in hidden caves, climb trees, and even wade through the water in a creek - every time he thought he had shaken off the tracking behind him, for half a day at most, there was a large number of human voices and noises behind him, and the chase was getting tighter and closer. In an embarrassment where there was really no way to escape, Zichuan Xiu had to clash head-on with his pursuers, and after killing eleven pursuers, he rushed out of the way, at the cost of four more deep scars on his body plus internal injuries, vomiting blood, and the arrows of the demon archers went deep into his back, and when he pulled out the arrow with barbs and flesh, Zichuan Xiu almost fainted in pain.

The non-stop escape and pursuit night after night is a cruel test of will and body for both sides. But the problem is that one side has an almost infinite number of physical and reinforcements, ready to replace the exhausted soldiers and send them into a lively new force, while the other side has only one person alone, with no food, no rest, no sleep, no water...... What's more, there was no hope: he felt like he had fallen into a net from which there was no chance of breaking free.

Running on the run for sixty hours without sleep, even with his superhuman will, he couldn't withstand the torture. He had originally planned to go to Wag Province to meet Shirakawa and other subordinates, but in a panic a few days ago, he had already lost his way and ran in the dark for a few days, not even knowing where he was.

I hadn't been able to close my eyes for three days and three nights, and I had just been lying down for less than five minutes when the enemy immediately came to me. He listened carefully to the voices and clamour, and came to the conclusion that the enemy had not yet closed the encirclement—perhaps deliberately, perhaps unexpectedly, and that he had the only way to escape, rushing through the dense bush into the other side of the forest.

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