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Chapter 110: Swamp Terror

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    It was a swamp with no end in sight. For thousands of years, the branches and leaves of rotting plants and the carcasses of animals of all sizes had accumulated over time along the criss-crossing low-lying land, forming this vast and humid mud swamp.

    This mud swamp looks even more mysterious and weird in the depths of the jungle in the dark night.

    It is like a huge mouth that is trying its best to open, greedily waiting for all living things that dare to approach it.

    "What should we do? Do we have to go through this muddy swamp?" Meng Lang turned around and asked Cheng Chong worriedly, his eyes full of expectation.

    "Of course, we must go through here. We have no choice. I think there is no better or safer way than this." Although Cheng Chong looked solemn at this moment, his answer was very firm, and he knew very well in his heart  It is dangerous to cross the swamp at night, but sometimes the more dangerous the place, the safer it is. At least, you will not be chased and intercepted by the Red Army troops.

    "Compared to the 25,000 miles traveled by the seniors back then, what does this mean?"

    "What I want to say is that it must be extremely dangerous for us to cross this mud swamp that was originally blocked by barbed wire at night. Do we really need to be so desperate and take such risks? After all, this is just a game.  A confrontation drill, not a real combat! Can we do it?" Meng Lang warned Cheng Chongdao very calmly and realistically.

    "What the hell are you talking about! Didn't you listen to what the company commander and the others said? Drills are not fucking acting. Everything must be based on actual combat and must be done for real. This is not a child's play, just playing around.  Damn it. Just imagine, if we retreat when we encounter such difficulties, then if a war really breaks out, will our superiors still dare to use us? Will they still dare to let us go? Then what shame do we have to say that we will be used in the first battle?  Big words that I will win." Cheng Chong preached very seriously, with the attitude of a political cadre.

    "Having said that! But after all, this is just an exercise, not a real actual combat. It seems a bit inappropriate. If it were a real actual combat, we would not hesitate to take our lives, but it is not after all. And you also saw  Yes, there is a tight barbed wire fence here, maybe it was specially circled by the superiors to prevent us from entering." Meng Lang continued to argue, after all, this rich man's mind is more lively than Cheng Chong, and not as serious as Cheng Chong.  The stocks are so stubborn that they are almost unstoppable.

    "What the hell is barbed wire or not? Even if what is blocking the front is a copper wall, we have to forcefully punch a hole through it and still move forward without hesitation. You fucker, you are talking so much, in the final analysis, you  Are you fucking scared? If you are scared, it's still too late to quit now. Even if I'm alone, I'm going to cross this fucking swamp and still complete the mission without any compromise." Cheng Chong's expression changed.  Be careful, use retreat to advance, and provoke the general Meng Lang to come.

    He believed that no iron-blooded soldier or any passionate boy could withstand such excitement.

    "Birdman, what the hell are you talking about? What are you talking about? Who's scared? Who's fucking scared! If you want to leave, let's go together. If you want to fuck us, let's go together. Even if we die, we'll die together.  If you don't dare, if you don't have the guts, you will be your fucking grandson. Go and find out, when have I ever been afraid?" Meng Lang really got on with it, and he said these words angrily, looking like a boss.  , looking like his second child, he trudged towards the depths of the mud swamp without looking back.

    Seeing that his goal was achieved, Cheng Chong showed a faint and cunning smile in the darkness.

    However, he did not pause for a moment, and quickly pulled out the Flying Eagle Warrior he carried with him, and bent a straight branch not much thinner than his arm nearby. When the bend was about 90 degrees, he used a dagger to tilt the bend of the branch.  After a few chops, the branch was easily cut down.

    Then quickly cut off the excess branches and vines, cut off the branch at the waist, and split it into two. In this way, two temporary walking sticks were made.

    Such a walking stick is extremely important when crossing mud swamps.

    It is not only an ordinary walking stick, but also the user's third leg and the third support point in the mud swamp. It is also a simple but convenient weapon that can be used to drive away or even attack.  Dangerous animals such as snakes appear from time to time in the mud swamp.

    Moreover, it is also a convenient tool for escaping and calling for help. If a person traveling in a mud swamp accidentally falls into a dangerous quagmire, he can immediately place the crutch in his hand horizontally in front of his chest to increase the force.  area, and then use it as a support point to find opportunities to escape.

    If you have a companion, this crutch can also replace the ropes and ties that help each other pull each other.The role played by ?? is not as simple as one plus one equals two. The increased support area and support force are naturally more than doubled.

    Cheng Chong took a deep breath, and immediately concentrated almost all the strength of his body on his upper limbs. Then, relying on the two horizontal crutches as a support point, he suddenly pushed upward, sacrificing the two crutches, causing him to sink deeply.  Most of the body was immediately out of the quagmire with difficulty, and even crawled forward a foot or two.

    Then he opened his limbs as much as possible, forming a "big" shape, and lay flat on the mire with his face down.

    Seeing that Cheng Chong managed to get out of the quagmire with incredible strength by his own abilities, Meng Lang, whose face was muddy, turned around and smiled knowingly at him. In the hazy night, his eyes seemed to be sparkling with tears.

    It was a silent celebration, a celebration of the two comrades escaping from death.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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