The forest belt that had been plowed by the artillery fire was already scorched earth, and it was extremely ugly and miserable in the afternoon sun, just like a woman in the dust after being stormed, and she no longer had the slightest strength to cover up her shame.

Huo Donghai was lying on the ground in a posture similar to that of a lizard, lying on the ground in this area full of huge potholes and many large trees being uprooted. The whole person happened to be blocked in the middle by two broken tree trunks, and a large area of withered yellow branches and leaves completely covered his body.

The palm-sized dry turtle was passing by for the third time, and there seemed to be some contempt in the little eyes that came from it. Huo Donghai watched as it kicked up its limbs, slowly and forcefully from a parallel position, leading a few meters away, the heavy turtle shell gradually soaked in the sunlight, and finally comfortably stretched the neck that seemed to never end, like a very boring yawn.

Huo Donghai didn't want to yawn, and he didn't dare, he relied on his elbows and the inside of his knees to crawl forward, it had been two hours, and the distance he had moved was less than a hundred meters, and his face was covered with cold sweat.

For the sinners, this is simply an unthinkable situation and speed.

That's right, a hundred meters - when Huo Donghai was a child, he was able to run this distance in the blink of an eye. He didn't remember how many seconds it had been, but the feeling of the wind whistling in his ears was still ringing very clearly, and now it was just replaced by the moans of those dead branches and leaves. He didn't know when he would be just as a pile of rags waiting to rot, completely uncertain, and every muscle in his body, and even every reflex nerve, was in a state of high tension because of it. Although he looked a little more embarrassed than a dead dog lying on the ground at this moment, once an enemy appeared in front of him, he was sure that he would turn the opponent into a corpse within five seconds without making a single move.

Of course, this is just a very boring conjecture. It's going to be in this area at this time. It should only be those natives, but after countless battles of different scales, the opponent no longer needs to choose such a passive way of debuting.

After crawling through the forest belt, the place full of maggot corpses finally appeared in front of me. Huo Donghai almost immediately recognized his fellow villager Qian Mazi lying among the rotten flesh and bones, and the latter had a conversation with him before coming over here yesterday. Laughing and talking about the past, now he seems to be the most hard-working provider, where random insects and ants shuttle and crawl on his body to bite and eat, and he will never cry out for pain.

Crawling through the hundreds of the best sin militiamen, seeing and smelling and even touching many places with the body, it is like experiencing the most hideous and clear nightmare. Each of them arrived here at a different time, and the degree of integrity of their bodies was different, the earlier ones were already only skeletons, and Qian Mazi had only half of his face gnawed off. Huo Donghai put a lot of effort into it. Only then did he stop the desire to vomit, those thick and viscous corpse fluids had soaked his body, and every breath seemed to be piercing his body with countless sharp needles, if he hadn't experienced it himself, he would never have imagined that there would be such a terrible smell in the world, just smelling it was enough to make people crazy.

The jungle is always fair, the law of the jungle alternates between life and death, Huo Donghai doesn't want to lie here. So he moved more carefully, and the rancid stench that was close to substance faded out of consciousness. The entire back was smeared with sludge and filth to traverse this dead place. It looked good now, at least he lived to see the waterhole.

The marching kettle was tied to his left forearm, and it was so mud that it couldn't be seen at all, Huo Donghai took it off with as much care as possible, and immersed it flat in the turbid water - keep half of the spout in the water so that no bubbles will come out, and the angle is well controlled so that there will be no sound. Those who have returned alive have said this countless times.

After finally filling it with water, turning around and climbing up the road, it took the same long time to return to the forest belt, and the sudden relaxation of his spirit even made Huo Donghai feel a strong sense of confusion, feeling that all this was too easy. Nothing is true.

The destroyed forest belt did not occupy a wide area, Huo Donghai did not abandon his due caution, and still crawled more than ten meters away when he arrived at the receiving place, before he chose to stand up behind a big tree that was enough to cover his whole body, quickly took off his clothes and pants, and slapped the locusts naked. One of these greedy creatures had already burrowed its slippery body into his anus, and he couldn't shoot it, so he had to pull it with his fingers. The mania and pain that he had endured for a long time were all released like an eruption at this moment, and goosebumps rose densely on his skin, and at the same time, he bent down and began to vomit, but only some acid gushed out of his empty stomach, which rushed out of his lips and nasal passages, and fell down with a thread.

Several of the criminals came out of their distant hideout and came to him, when a sudden explosion of air caused them all to stop and fall to their stomachs in the woods.

Huo Donghai looked at his comrades in confusion, and then looked at his missing half of his right kneecap, fell to his knees at once, picked up the marching kettle on the ground and wanted to throw it at them, but the raised arm bent in mid-air, and smashed the kettle firmly on the surface of his foot - the second feather arrow that flew from it seemed to have an eye, and his wrist was broken.

Yes, interrupt.

The other party did not use those poisoned arrows that were instantly fatal, but chose a peculiar blasting arrow, which was strong in the flesh of the criminals, and could not withstand direct bombardment.

Huo Donghai was aroused by his ferocity and fighting spirit, and touched the kettle with his backhand - this time there was a strange sound, and his left wrist and other leg were hit by arrows one after another, and the whole person could no longer support it, and he lay on the ground.

A comrade tried to rush to the rescue under the cover of the trees, but was soon shot directly in the head and fell stiffly. The rest of the sinners did not dare to move, but looked around desperately, blindly raising their weapons.

The archers lurking in the unknown do not seem to be in a hurry to end the battle, but are watching in silence, like spiders entrenched in silk webs, waiting for their prey to be wrapped more tightly in the struggle.

No one made a sound, even Huo Donghai, who was covered in blood, gritted his teeth from beginning to end, not allowing himself to let out the slightest moan - he had already understood that he was able to hit the water alive and return to the receiving place, not because he was favored by the heavens, but because the enemy felt that the pot of water had to be exchanged for a greater price, and they even changed the ambush position because of this.

The long-term stalemate was obviously not what the enemy wanted, and another feather arrow then tore open Huo Donghai's waist, flying half of the broken ribs and flesh, although he still couldn't make a sound, but the other criminals couldn't hold it back, and rushed forward with a strange scream, and in an instant, the sound of the feather arrow breaking through the air became dense, and Huo Donghai was like a worthless bait, waiting for the last arrow that went straight to the back of the head.

Setting up ambushes around the water, besieging the wounded and sending reinforcements - such a killing drama has been staged every day recently, just because the eastern plane where the Green Soul Forest is located has not fallen recently.

When the bloodstained marching kettle was finally delivered to the legion commander Luo Lie, he didn't even look at it, and waved it down. God owes not even a hint of rain clouds, and many of the wounded, after gnawing on the stems of plants, chewing on the leaves of the turf, and thinking of whatever they can do, now they have no urine to drink, and this little water is more important to them than anything else.

It's all because of that ancient will.

It envelops the Green Soul Forest, defends the Green Soul Forest, and gradually turns it into an independent plane like the inner world as it grows stronger and stronger.

The suppression of the world's will made it almost impossible for the criminals to exert one-tenth of the power of the fire, and the self-healing power plummeted, which was equivalent to falling back to the mortal realm from a god-like powerhouse all at once. Their need for food and water has never been so urgent, and they have returned to a weak state of not being able to eat three meals a day, and their thirst for water is even more like a madness.

Luo Lie's 104th Legion is the sixteenth legion that has been planted in the past week, and the first fifteen formations will no longer exist from now on, only he is still struggling with his subordinates to support them.

"This time they didn't do anything near the water source. A convict whispered.

"How many people died?" Luo Lie asked coldly.

"Six. The one who climbed back with the kettle was almost unable to hold on, and he lost too much blood. ”

Luo Lie was silent for a long time, and a sentence burst out from between his teeth with a pale face: "Pass the order, prepare to retreat." ”

"What?" the subordinate looked at him in shock.

"From the beginning, we were in the wrong place, against the wrong opponent, and now it's time to see the form. Luo Lie seemed to be dozens of years old, and even his voice was trembling.

The natives had already set up defensive positions in the dense forest, and dug communication trenches in all directions. They are like ghosts, everywhere, everywhere.

At first, Luo Lie, like the other legion commanders, thought that these rats would definitely not be able to withstand a large-scale sweep, but now it seems that he is very wrong.

In the face of more than a dozen criminal legions that acted simultaneously, the natives fought and fled, fled and fought, and never refused to fight to the death in a righteous and open manner, just playing cat and mouse in the forest. Every time I wanted to surround and annihilate him, I was always easily torn apart and surrounded, and I ran away without a trace. There seems to be some kind of magic spell in the forest.,Burn flat today.,New trees will grow tomorrow.,Not to mention those magic tree guards and cannibalistic giant roots who are disguised and motionless.,Casualties to the sinners at any time.。

Who is a mouse and who is a cat, is now clear. Luo Lie couldn't think of any force that drove the natives to grow so rapidly in battle, raiding, sniping, guerrillas, attacking and defending, and they were becoming less and less like a group of fledglings.

Anyway, now it's all over. When the retreat order was issued to the soldiers, there were bursts of cheers, which made Luo Lie feel a little more relaxed.

He had thought that the unique sense of glory of the sinners would make the soldiers resist, but he did not consider that everyone was greedy for life. These subordinates, who were once as fierce as tigers and slaughtered natives like dogs, will be equally afraid, retreat, and even wail and cry when facing opponents who are more ruthless and fiercer than themselves.

They are mortals after all. (To be continued......)