Licking his lips, which were even drier due to nervousness, Tang Lang used his saber to clean up all the soil around the "landmine" he found.
It was an egg-shaped object wrapped in a layer of stone.
Tang Lang would never take it lightly just because it looked like a stone. On this old battlefield that was dotted with landmines, an inconspicuous lump of earth might explode suddenly.
Although Tan Tang Lang's demining mainly relies on his keen intuition of death traps developed by dancing beside the God of Death for more than a thousand days and nights, he also carries a metal detector with him.
After a few minutes, Tang Lang had to conclude with some regret and luck that this was just a stone egg.
I held it in my hands and weighed it. Compared to its size, it weighed two to three kilograms, which was a bit weird.
Tang Lang threw the stone egg to the open space ahead, but subconsciously hid in the silhouette of a tree trunk as thick as an adult's thigh.
Here, being cautious enough has been integrated into the bones of Tang Lang, who has had countless brushes with death in the past three years.
The stone egg fell heavily to the ground, and nothing happened except the sound of impact with the ground.
Tang Lang breathed a sigh of relief without even realizing it, and turned around to continue the unfinished work, but the next second, he suddenly turned back.
The instinct unique to a warrior told him that there was danger.
What greeted him was a ball of blue light, which was as big as a football and quickly expanded to ten meters in diameter, completely submerging Tang Lang and the green military canvas bag with detonators at his feet.
The speed was so fast that Tang Lang didn't even have time to think about it, let alone make evasive maneuvers.
With the burst of blue light, the entire mountain began to shake violently, with an intensity at least equivalent to a magnitude 8 earthquake. The mines on the entire mountain were detonated one by one due to the violent shaking and squeezing.
There was a huge noise, smoke filling the sky, falling rocks, jungle trees falling down, and small animals fleeing in all directions. The whole mountain was like hell, but in the blue light, it was as if time had stopped. Tang Lang's entire body was covered in blue light.
He was frozen in the middle, and even his pupils that were shrinking slightly were the same as when he turned back.
Then, the color of the blue light gradually darkened, from deep blue to strange pitch black, and the light began to flow, forming a black vortex.
A machine voice appeared in Tang Lang's mind: "The emergency response was excessive. Article 1188 of the Civilization Law stipulates that no creature in the early stages of evolution may be harmed without permission. Enable protection procedures!"
"Protect peat..." Tang Lang, whose thoughts had almost stopped, only had time to respond before he completely lost consciousness.
The black vortex suddenly disappeared, taking Tang Lang and the canvas bag at his feet with it.
But until this moment, in an office hundreds of kilometers away, there was chaos, somewhere on the border that was not located in the seismic zone, and seismic waves as high as magnitude 8 were emitted.
But what's even weirder is that after only ten seconds, the seismic wave disappeared.
After the incident, a joint investigation team formed by the Border Guard Corps and the Seismological Bureau rushed to the scene immediately. They were surprised to find that the ten-second earthquake, in addition to detonating 90% of the landmines scattered all over the mountain left over from the last century, actually
There was no damage, including the mountain village that was only five hundred meters away from the mountain. Except for some rolling stones that fell from the mountain, the houses were still in good condition.
It seems that the energy of the earthquake is only aimed at this mountain, or even at the countless mines on this mountain. The precision of the energy control is beyond the imagination of all scientists, at least, at this stage, it is impossible.
The Red Republic advocates materialism. Since it is not man-made, it can only be attributed to the power of nature. However, all on-site data are kept secret.
There is an area of more than 100 square meters on the mountain that has not been damaged in any way, including the metal detector that Tang Lang placed at the rest point and the expired rice balls, which are intact.
Keren is gone, as if he has never appeared in this world.
The title of "Guardian of the Republic" was placed on Tang Lang, a retired fifth-level sergeant who went missing while volunteering to clear mines in the mountains. This is the honor he deserves.
...
After an unknown amount of time, Tang Lang regained consciousness.
But it seems that crisis is no better than being a wooden figure frozen in blue light.
Tang Lang, who had regained consciousness, was falling, falling from an altitude of at least fifty meters.
A black vortex, exactly like the earth, appeared above a lush jungle and then disappeared.
Tang Lang, who was suddenly spit out by the whirlpool, fell into the jungle dancing like a kite with its string broken.
Of course, Tang Lang's dancing was not due to fear caused by the terrible weightlessness, he was trying to survive.
The jungle below is his only chance of survival. He must use the branches and leaves of the jungle to slow down his descent. Otherwise, no matter how strong he is, he will only be smashed into a pile of meat. The result is no better than being blown into several pieces by a landmine.
go.
Fortunately, Tang Lang caught the military canvas bag in the air first. Although it contained a detonator that could blow him to pieces.
However, without the sturdy straps of the canvas bag, Tang Lang knew that if he rashly grabbed the branches with his hands, the huge gravity would probably directly tear the muscles of his palms or arms and shoulders.
Tang Lang resolutely chose the latter in one hundredth of a second between falling directly to death or possibly hitting the detonator and being blown up. Even if there was a one in ten million chance, a strong warrior would do it.
Fight for.
A calm mind, strong arms, and the dense foliage of the jungle successfully slowed down Tang Lang's fall, but the huge gravitational acceleration of the fifty-meter fall still made Tang Lang break through the jungle like a meteorite, breaking the
Countless branches fell deep into the jungle.
Tang Lang groaned secretly, but still made efforts to survive. Before landing, he threw out the canvas bag and curled up in the air. He only waited for the moment he landed, then landed on his feet and rolled forward to reduce the terrible impact.
With so much force, the biggest possibility is that both legs will be broken, but that’s better than falling to death!
Then, he saw a horrified face, a face that looked up at him but stood there blankly, a face that did not belong to the Chinese.
The blue eyes were wide enough that Tang Lang could see his own reflection falling from the sky.
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ps: I’ve started a new book. I won’t talk about the old books anymore. As long as the dream is still there, it’s never too late. The starry sky story I promised you is finally here with you, even though it’s two months later. It’s still the same this time.
Wave, but this wave is not that wave, not the wave group, but the wave commander. Although this slogan is a bit cliché, Fengyue still shouted through the mouth of the protagonist Tang Lang: Our journey is the sea of stars!
Brothers, Fengyue needs collection, recommendation tickets, and investment before signing the contract, come on!