The forest belt that had been plowed by artillery fire was already a piece of scorched earth. Under the afternoon sun, it looked particularly ugly and miserable, like a prostitute who had been gang-raped and no longer had the strength to cover herself up. Huo Donghai was lying on the ground in a posture similar to that of a lizard, lying in an area full of huge potholes and many big trees uprooted. His whole body was blocked by two broken tree trunks, and his body was completely covered by large withered branches and leaves. The palm-sized tortoise was passing by for the third time, and there seemed to be some contempt in its slanted eyes. Huo Donghai watched helplessly as it kicked up its limbs, moving slowly and powerfully from a parallel position to a few meters away. The thick turtle shell was gradually immersed in the sunlight, and finally stretched out its neck that seemed to be endless. It was like a very boring yawn. Huo Donghai didn't want to yawn, and he didn't dare to. He relied on the strength of his elbows and the inside of his knees to crawl forward. It had been two full hours. He had moved less than a hundred meters, and his face was covered in cold sweat. For the criminals, this is an unimaginable situation and speed. That¡¯s right, one hundred meters¡ªwhen Huo Donghai was still a child, he could run this distance in the blink of an eye. He couldn't remember exactly how many seconds it took, but the feeling of the wind blowing by his ears was still very clear, but now it was replaced by the moans of the dead branches and leaves. He didn't know when he would also turn into a pile of junk waiting to rot. He was completely unsure. Every muscle and even every reflex nerve in his body was in a state of high tension because of this. Although he was lying on the ground looking more embarrassed than a dead dog at this moment, once an enemy appeared in front of him, he was sure to turn the opponent into a corpse within five seconds without making any movement. Of course, this is just an extremely boring conjecture. Will appear in this area at this time. There should be only those natives, but after countless battles of varying scales, the opponent no longer needs to choose such a passive way of appearing. After crawling through the forest belt, a land full of corpses full of maggots finally appeared in front of us. Huo Donghai recognized Qian Mazi, a fellow villager, who was lying among the rotten flesh and bones almost at a glance. The latter even had a conversation with him before he came here yesterday. Laughing and talking about the past, now he seems to be the most hard-working and uncomplaining provider, where insects and ants can crawl, bite and gnaw on his body without any pain. Climbing through nearly a hundred of the best criminal soldiers, from sight to smell and even to many places touched by the body, it was like experiencing the most hideous and clear nightmare. Each of them arrived here at a different time, and the degree of completeness of their body preservation was different. The earlier batch had only skeletons left, while Qian Mazi only had half of his face chewed off. Huo Donghai spent a lot of effort. Only then did he stop vomiting. The thick and sticky corpse liquid had already soaked into his body. Every breath felt like countless sharp needles were being pierced into his body. If he hadn't experienced it personally, he would never have imagined that this could happen in the world. There is a smell so horrible that just the smell of it is enough to drive people crazy. The jungle is always fair, life and death alternate between the weak and the strong. Huo Donghai doesn't want to lie here too. So he moved more carefully, and the almost substantial rancid smell gradually faded away from his consciousness. The entire back was smeared with mud and filth for the purpose of crossing this dead land. It seems to have worked well now, at least he lived to see the pool. The marching kettle was tied to his left forearm. It was so smeared with mud that it was impossible to see its original appearance. Huo Donghai took it off as carefully as possible and immersed it flatly in the turbid water - keeping half of the spout in the water to avoid bubbles. When it comes out, the angle is so well controlled that there is no sound. People who have returned alive have said this countless times. Finally, he filled up the water, turned around and climbed up the road. After returning to the forest belt for the same long time, the sudden mental relaxation even made Huo Donghai feel a strong sense of confusion. He felt that it was all too easy. None of it is true. The destroyed forest belt did not occupy a large area. Huo Donghai did not lose due caution. When he arrived at the meeting point, he still crawled for more than ten meters before choosing to stand up behind a big tree that was large enough to cover his whole body, and quickly took off his clothes. Clothes and pants, naked and swatting the locusts. One of these greedy creatures had penetrated its slippery body into his anus. It couldn't be patted, so he could only use his fingers to pull it. The mania and pain that he had endured for a long time were all released like an eruption at this moment. While goosebumps appeared densely on his skin, he bent over and started to vomit, but only some acid gushed out of his empty stomach and rushed out over his lips. Nasal cavity, pull the silk and fall down. Several criminals walked out of their hiding place in the distance and came towards him. A sudden burst of air made them all stop and fall down in the forest. Huo Donghai looked at his comrades in confusion, and then at his missing half of his right kneecap. He suddenly fell to his knees, picked up the marching water bottle on the ground, and wanted to throw it at them., but the raised arm bent in mid-air, slamming the kettle onto his feet - the second flying arrow seemed to have eyes, and his wrist was broken. Yes, interrupt. The opponent did not use those poisonous arrows that were instantly fatal, but chose a strange explosive arrow. Even with the tyranny of the sinners, they could not withstand direct bombardment. Huo Donghai was aroused with ferocity and fighting spirit, and touched the kettle with his backhand - this time there were loud noises, and his left wrist and other leg were hit by arrows one after another. He could no longer support himself and fell to the ground. A colleague tried to use the cover of trees to rush over to save people, but was soon shot directly in the head and fell down stiffly. The remaining criminals did not dare to move. They just looked around desperately and raised their weapons blindly. The archers lurking in unknown places do not seem to be in a hurry to end the battle, but are watching silently, like spiders entangled in silk webs, waiting for their prey to be wrapped tighter little by little in the struggle. No one made a sound, even Huo Donghai, who was covered in blood, clenched his teeth from beginning to end to prevent himself from moaning at all - he had already understood that the reason why he was able to get water alive and return to the rescue point was not because he was favored by God. But the enemy felt that the pot of water had to be exchanged for a higher price, and they even changed the ambush position because of this. The long stalemate was obviously not what the enemy wanted. Another feather arrow then tore open Huo Donghai's waist, flying away half of the broken ribs and flesh. Although he still held on without making a sound, the other criminals But he couldn't hold it back anymore and rushed forward with a strange scream. The sound of arrows piercing the air became denser in an instant, and Huo Donghai was like a worthless bait, waiting for the last arrow to go straight to the back of his head. Setting up ambushes around the water, encircling the injured and calling for reinforcements - such killing scenes have been going on every day recently, just because the eastern plane where the Green Soul Forest is located recently has not received any water. When the blood-stained marching kettle was finally delivered to Army Commander Luo Lie, he waved it away without even looking at it. God didn't even send a rain cloud. Many of the wounded, after chewing plant stems, chewing turf leaves, and doing everything they could think of, now they don't even have to drink urine. This little water is not enough for them. , more than anything else. Everything is because of the ancient will at work. It shrouds the Green Soul Forest and protects the Green Soul Forest. As it becomes more and more powerful, it gradually turns this place into an independent plane like the other world. The suppression of the world's will has made it impossible for the sinners to exert one-tenth of the power of fire, and their self-healing power has plummeted, which is equivalent to falling from the god-like power back to the mortal realm in one fell swoop. Their need for food and water has never been so urgent. They have actually returned to a weak state where they can't survive without eating three meals a day. They are even more thirsty for water like crazy. Luo Lie¡¯s 104th Legion is the sixteenth legion that has suffered a setback in the past week. The first fifteen organizations will no longer exist from now on, leaving only him and his subordinates struggling to support it. "This time they didn't do anything near the water source." A criminal reported in a low voice. "How many people died?" Luo Lie asked coldly. "Six. The one who crawled back with the kettle can't hold on anymore. He lost too much blood." Luo Lie was silent for a long time, and then spoke out from between his teeth with a livid face: "Give me the order and prepare to retreat." " What?" The subordinate looked at him in shock. "We have been fighting in the wrong place and against the wrong opponent from the very beginning. Now it's time to see the situation clearly." Luo Lie seemed to have aged dozens of years, and even his voice was trembling. The natives had already set up defensive positions in the dense forest and dug communication trenches extending in all directions. They are like ghosts, everywhere and hiding everywhere. At first, Luo Lie, like other army commanders, believed that these rats would never be able to withstand large-scale raids, but now it seems that they were very wrong. Facing more than a dozen criminal armies acting simultaneously, the natives fought and fled, and then fled and fought again. They never refused to fight to the death openly and just played cat and mouse in the forest. Every time I tried to encircle and annihilate them, I was always easily torn apart and escaped without a trace. There seems to be some kind of magic spell in the forest. If it burns down today, new trees will grow tomorrow, not to mention those magic tree guards and man-eating giant roots disguised as motionless, which can cause casualties to the sinners at any time. Who is the mouse and who is the cat, now it is clear. Luo Lie couldn't think of the force that drove the natives to grow up so quickly in combat. With raids, snipers, guerrillas, and offense and defense, they were becoming less and less like a group of newcomers. Anyway, it's all over now. When the order to retreat was given to the soldiers, there were bursts of cheers, which made Luo Lie feel somewhat relaxed. He originally thought that sinners were uniqueThe sense of glory will make the soldiers feel conflicted, but they fail to consider that everyone is greedy for life. These subordinates, who were once as fierce as tigers and slaughtered natives like dogs, will also be afraid, retreat, and even wail and cry when facing opponents who are more ruthless and powerful than themselves. They are mortals after all. (To be continued)