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Before crossing the swamp, Chen Shulin found a wooden stick long enough for each team member.
He particularly emphasized: “In the swamp, its role is not just a walking stick, but it can also test whether the underwater mud in front is strong enough to prevent you from accidentally falling into a deep pit, which is the case when crossing tall grass.
A wooden stick is also necessary, see? Then, just like I demonstrated, hold it straight in front of your body, put down your sleeves, and use it to push away the thatch in front of you to prevent your skin from being caught by the jagged edges of the grass blades.
Cut, increase the speed of forward movement, do you understand? Come on, everyone, follow my example and give it a try..."
After taking a few steps to imitate Chen Shulin's posture, Brother Botong's cane reached Hook's buttocks, "Hey!! Ha! The ninth position of the Thirty-six Dog Beating Stick Techniques is reverse interception of the dog's buttocks!
watch out!!"
Hu Ke covered his buttocks and wanted to shout vulgarity in his Jiangnan accent. Liu Zheng directly kicked Zhou Botong, "Go and eat shit!! And you even cut off the dog's buttocks...ah...poof!"
Several people still wanted to make trouble, so Chen Shulin knocked on the ground with a wooden stick and warned: "Stop playing, everyone, please remember that the wooden stick also has a function, that is, it can be used to slap the water surface and scare away snakes and other dangerous and poisonous animals."
.Don’t be afraid, I will be at the front when the time comes.”
The journey through the swamp has officially begun.
Chen Shulin was in the lead, followed by Hu Ke, Liu Zheng, Gong Xue and Zhou Botong.
Zhou Botong walked last, out of selfish motives. He thought that if he fell into such a dangerous place, his life would be at stake. Let them go ahead, and if there was any danger, he would be able to escape.
, In addition, only by following Gong Xue can he not panic.
The area of this swamp is not large, and Chen Shulin passed it easily when he was training last year.
There was nothing special about the initial march. Those seemingly dangerous pools were all bypassed by the experienced Chen Shulin.
When Chen Shulin reached the edge of the dark quagmire and inserted the wooden stick into it as before, his expression changed, "It's so deep!"
The entire stick was almost submerged in the mud. He probed down again, but he didn't reach the bottom.
There was a similar swamp in Hook's hometown. Seeing this, he tied his stick with Chen Shulin's and went down again. This time he found the ground, but when he pulled out the stick, the mud height was actually
neck..
Chen Shulin said in wonder: "It wasn't this deep last year."
Hook thought for a while and said: "It must have something to do with the heavy rain just now. This is a dead cement pool, and the rainwater cannot flow out at all and will not be absorbed by the soil."
Chen Shulin glanced at Hu Ke twice, with approval in his eyes.
He observed the surrounding terrain and decided to cross through the patchy marshland with heather on the right side of the mire.
Zhou Botong walked at the end, and Gong Xue was afraid that his water sickness would happen again, so she took out a rope and tied him to her like she and Liu Zheng climbed the mountain.
"Watch carefully where my feet land, and don't panic when you see water, do you hear me?" she warned earnestly.
Zhou Botong nodded and tightened the stick in his hand.
For some reason, the swamp looks particularly gloomy today. The sky is obscured by dark clouds from the south. From time to time, wild birds fly up from the grass, which is scary...
Chen Shulin was more nervous than ever before, because the quagmire under his feet was much more dangerous and terrifying than he imagined. He didn't know why Long Zhan chose such a route, even though each group was led by military cadets with excellent military qualities like him.
, but the wilderness is filled with too many unknown dangers, and no one can guarantee what will happen next.
The final stone bridge is more than 10 kilometers away from the swamp.
Long Zhan stood at the head of the bridge, holding his other arm between his chest and ribs with one hand, stroking the stubble on his chin with the other, waiting attentively...
The accompanying cadets from Army XX Academy hurried over: "Instructor Long, it's not good."
Long Zhan turned around.
The cadet's face was covered in sweat, not hot, but cold sweat. "The wireless communication equipment cannot contact the fifth and thirteenth groups. Instructor Long, what should we do? Should we send people to the swamps?" A sudden heavy rain fell in the mountainous area.
, the danger factor in the swamp rose sharply, Long Zhan's pre-selected route was temporarily changed, detouring through T-shaped mountains to avoid the dangerous swamp. However, when notified, the two groups could not be contacted.
They are the fifth group and the thirteenth group respectively.
Long Zhan's eyebrows were deeply knitted together. He grabbed the route map from the student's hand and walked towards the off-road vehicle with long strides. As he walked, he ordered: "You continue to contact me...I will personally take people there."
No individual defense student can have any accidents. This is his responsibility as an instructor.
Chen Shulin has been a soldier for many years, and training has never been as difficult as today. The endless cold sweat on his back soaked the camouflage uniform over and over again, sticking to his body and rubbing back and forth, causing his wounds to sting.
Fortunately, the endless pain tortured him, so he could always stay awake and lead the team members to the edge of the Black Mire.
Chen Shulin stepped on the ground with his right foot and let out a long sigh of relief...
Suddenly, "Ah----------" a scream came from behind him. He subconsciously turned around and saw a thick figure falling into the quagmire that hid countless dangers.
Chen Shulin's heart sank suddenly, and his mind went blank.
Before he could realize what terrible thing had happened, following the figure falling into the quagmire, another figure fell in immediately.
Chen Shulin's eyes instantly turned blood red, and the cold sweat that had just fallen was no longer coming out in layers, but was pouring out.
Zhou Botong!! Gong Xue!!
Zhou Botong fell first, and the rope around his waist pulled Gong Xue down again.
No...the rope is very long, it's impossible to bring Gong Xue down...
Could it be that Gong Xue is going to save Zhou Botong again?
Did she think this was still the small ditch?
It was a mess... Chen Shulin's ears were buzzing...
Liu Zheng and Hu Ke were both frightened. They saw the two people sinking straight down. In the blink of an eye, the sticky mud had reached their chests.
"Liu Zheng--hold them!! Liu Zheng--hold them with the stick--" Chen Shulin didn't know what he was shouting.
..
Zhou Botong struggled desperately in the quagmire, "Help----------district...district captain...help---------"
His wooden stick had already flown away. The quagmire was like a sucking demon. The more he tried to break free, the faster his body sank.
"Save me-----------I don't want to die-----------Save me... I am the third generation of my family----------" struggling
In time, the mud had reached his neck, and Zhou Botong collapsed completely. His consciousness began to become confused, and his arms kept fluttering, trying to pull his body out.
He doesn't want to die... doesn't want to die here...