Rozim kept walking deep into the jungle, occasionally climbing up steep and rocky ridges. Only he had superhuman strength and indifference could he trek through the jungle with a lot of things on his back.
Under the shade of the tree canopy, the jungle seems to have no day and night, so it is difficult to judge the time.
Rozim has an old watch with black rubber straps attached to the steel clock face, but since entering the planet's ground, the clock readings have been blank, empty, without time marks, and even time at all, nothing but flashing runes.
The wind in the mountains lingers the canopy like snakes, and the wind carries intermittent rain, which tastes like blood.
"What does this taste like?"
Rozim said, his fingers approaching his lips and then feeling a little disgusted.
He kept holding his gun steadily, which made him feel at ease, more reassuring than the kitchen joke.
The gun is strong and reliable, and it is simply the last sturdy and reliable thing in the world, no matter which world it is.
He liked this modified hot melt gun very much, with a wooden buttstock and gun body, as well as blue steel accessories. It was spotless and clean as new. It was not the kind of shabby one that was used by others and passed down.
In addition, there is an automatic pistol on his waist, which comes from Loken’s workshop, just like hot melt.
After leaving that ridge, Rozim passed through another rift.
There was a lowland, a swamp, and there was a battle, a terrible encounter, which occurred on overgrown dams and rivers full of water.
Looking around, human corpses are everywhere, most of them have been dead for two or three days and have turned black and swollen due to heat.
The uniforms they wore were not part of the unit known to Rozim. He guessed that it should be the local guards who fled into the jungle after being defeated and eventually died there.
"Everyone is an imperialist."
Rozim said rumblingly as he crossed the corpse:
"Help me, I will help you, and no one blames anyone-"
Then he bent down and pulled out a bunch of dog tags from under a swollen throat.
"Yawen, the 61st Preparatory Infantry Regiment."
He sighed, then touched the corpse's top pocket and found a silver pocket watch.
"You can't use it anyway, right, buddy."
At least thirty corpses were scattered everywhere, some were on the ground, some were in streams, and some were in ditches.
"In theory, I should have buried you for you, but now I'm in a hurry and I remember the coordinates. Someone will come to help you clean up in the future...probably."
Rozim said sincerely, then bent down again, took a grenade from the ammunition belt of the body, and checked whether it could be used normally.
As he continued to penetrate the jungle, the moisture became heavier and heavier, as if it was about to seep into his bones, and water drips hung over his clothes, glittering like diamonds.
This rainforest seems boundless, with water everywhere between the trees, as if it is endless emerald dusk, and the whole person's knees are buried in the emerald darkness.
The dim sunlight passed through the canopy, like a dying candle, emerald green velvet-like moss wrapped around the trunks and semi-sinking logs, and the air was filled with a rotten smell that tightened the throat.
The winged insects, each like the exquisite masterpiece of a watchmaker, flew over his head with its wings, swirled, and flew away again.
Rozim's sweating palm was holding the gun uneasily. The rainforest was not a good place to fight, and he had never liked jungle warfare.
He stopped and stopped from time to time, observing the surrounding environment and determining his coordinates to prevent the route from deflecting.
"This is a ghost place."
Just as I was complaining, suddenly, everything was silent.
It was frightening, until everything was quiet, he did not realize that the rainforest was filled with noise: the buzzing of insects, the buzzing of water, the crunching of shrubs, the squeaking of amphibians, and the squeaking of birds.
Only when everything came to an abrupt end did he realize how painful it was to stay away from those sounds.
He didn't move, pricking his ears, hoping that those sounds would come back.
But instinct told Rozim that danger was approaching, so he raised his hand, turned slowly, aimed with his gun, and his movements produced the slightest sound of water flowing in the water near his calves.
grumble--!
With a scream, something rushed out of the wood behind him.
The thing is half human size and is similar to a spherical shape, but its legs are slightly shorter than human standards and have no arms. The whole body has no head and neck. Apart from the dark yellow eyes, it has a bloody mouth, full of sharp teeth that only carnivorous animals have.
It rushes hard and screams, and the water splashes and turns into mist.
Then he jumped over a half-sinking piece of wood and opened his mouth forward.
"Do it!"
Rozim decisively opened the fire, and a scorching torrent suddenly hit its torso. The monster's body suddenly bent back and fell into the green pond, splashing water.
It only struggled for a few seconds and then fell completely silent.
"What the hell is it-"
Rozim was about to observe when another monster rushed over, and then another one came, and then a fifth one.
They rushed out of the topaz shadow, screaming, completely ignoring the fate of the first one.
"So furious!!"
Rozim stepped back and fired, with many targets.
If it were an ordinary person, he would definitely not be able to solve so many enemies by himself, but Rozim has experienced many battles.
He simply shot one, and the injured little monster fell down screaming and sank into the darkness, but the others were repaired.
Their teeth are yellow bones and their throats are red.
Rozim moved Rufeng, took a look at the ammunition allowance, turned around and fired again.
One fell down, and then another.
Then he took out his pistol and killed one again.
But then another sixth one appeared, a monster was getting too close to him and he failed to hit it.
The guy stretched out his sharp teeth and wanted to tear his throat open.
Rozim bent over and avoided it like lightning, then lifted it up before the monster got back on its feet, and threw it out, like throwing a scarecrow.
Finally, he used his pistol to shoot the monster twice.
Silence once again enveloped everything, only his tight breathing and the banging sounds between the fallen leaves and the broken bark.
Then, the noise in the rainforest came back, as if it had never left.
Rozim breathed a sigh of relief and wiped away the sweat from his forehead.
After all this trouble, he was tired and hungry and had to find a place to sit down.
"I'm starving... I'd have known that I'd have had some lunch before going out..."
Rozim, whose stomach was roaring, suddenly stared at the box he placed on the ground.
"So much...eat a few...should..."
Thinking of it, he slowly reached his hand to his box.
A few minutes later, just as he almost finished eating, a sound suddenly rang out.