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Because the humidity in the jungle is too heavy, a thin mist rises in the jungle after the sun exposure. (Please search, the novel is better and faster!)

Davis lay there, tilting his head to look at the dew on a blade of grass in front of him. I don't know when it started, but he always likes to appreciate these seemingly inconspicuous little things. The droplets of water hang on the blades of grass, crystal clear and clean, and you don't know when it will fall and disappear without a trace. You have to wait with your heart, keep your eyes open and not blink, just as he once held a gun and waited for the enemy to appear, which requires patience and concentration. What he is waiting for now is the drug to burn his life.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, the grass swayed, and the droplets of water slipped and fell to the ground, and the vanishing sparkle and poignancy made people tremble. Like the lives of his brothers who had fought with him a few days earlier, Davis could have felt the regret that could not be saved.

After a gust of wind, the jungle was quiet again. Davis shook his head and looked to the other side, not far away there was a river valley with very dense grass growing on the edge of the valley. The grass is mostly obscured by the small width of the river, and the mung bean-colored water that can be seen is not muddy, flowing silently, but also very calm. At this moment, there is nothing abnormal in the entire jungle, and it seems to be peaceful.

For more than five days, he fought in this jungle for five days. His brothers were all dead, and now he was the only one left, a scene that looked so similar to a few years ago.

I don't know how long it has been, but the effects of the drug have been unleashed. His central nervous system was unprecedentedly excited, his whole body was full of strength, and his brain was always in a state of excitement. has been crippled by sniper bullets, and the bloody shoulder is no longer painful, but has some itching. He tried to scratch it with his hands, but finally held back.

Davis rolled over and got up, knowing that the current state was entirely caused by drugs, and that the drugs on his body could only be injected three times. If he can't cross the border and reach Vietnam before dawn tomorrow, he will make peace with the person who responds, even if Yang Luo doesn't kill him. Under such a serious injury, coupled with the sequelae of injecting drugs, it would also kill him.

Davis came to the river, lay on the ground, his head completely invaded the river, and drank the water heavily, the cold river water poured down his throat into his stomach, and the pores of his body were dilated. Then the head suddenly lifted in the river, bringing up a drop of water.

An unknown wild mouse scurried not far from Davis, tilted its little head and looked at Davis, as if sensing that the big creature was dangerous, and turned around and ran.

Davis pulled his saber out of his waist and threw it hard.

"Squeak!"

The wild mouse was pinned to the ground, and its four paws clung desperately at the ground, squeaking and screaming.

Davis walked over, drew his saber, grabbed the dying rat into his mouth, and bit off the mouse's head.

The wild rat squeaked and rattled, and Davis chewed it again and again, as if enjoying the meal, and blood ran down the corners of his mouth. After a few chews, his throat rolled and he swallowed into his stomach. Then he shoved the bloody remains of the wild mouse into his mouth and crunched on them.

After eating the wild mouse with the fur on the belt, Davis went to the river to wash his face, then looked at the terrain around him, took out his compass, and went into the jungle again.

A lonely, bloodied figure raced through the silence and desolation of the jungle.

The leaves that fall once a year pile up on the ground, and they always emit a foul smell in spring, summer, autumn and winter.

Above the forest, the dense layers of branches are intertwined, and it is difficult for the sunlight to reach the ground, and the little sunlight that rarely leaks is like a brightly colored insect, as if crawling on the moss and reddish withered sheep's tooth leather.

As the effects of the drugs began to wane, Davis felt tired and sleepy. The wound on his shoulder, with every movement he made, even the slightest movement was painful. But he didn't stop, he had to hold on until his body reached a certain limit.

The forest shook off the remnants of the light, and night came again.

"Holy shit!" Davis scolded weakly, he felt his body start to cold again, his head began to feel dizzy, and his face gradually lost its blood. If you put your feet on the ground weakly, you may fall at any time.

After about half an hour, Davis couldn't hold it anymore, leaned against a big tree and gasped violently, and once again took out the needle and drugs and injected them into his body.

"Ahh

Davis let out a soft roar, with pain and a hint of pleasure in his voice, and then pulled out the needle fiercely. After a short time, the feeling of drowsiness and pain disappeared, and the body was restored again.

Davis didn't stop there, and continued to move on. Because he knows very well that it is very dangerous to continue to overdraw his body and then use drugs to burn his life, but this is also his last hope, and he can only gamble.

Davis ran as hard as he could, and the road ahead was fraught with danger, even death. As long as he reaches the border line when the sun rises, then he can be considered to have escaped......

The weather was getting hotter and hotter, and I looked up at the gloomy sky, and a bolt of lightning tore through the sky, illuminating the dark jungle as bright as day. Then there was a deafening thunderclap, and the surrounding leaves really rattled.

Davis glanced at the wound on his shoulder, a worried look on his face, but he didn't have time to think about anything, so he could only speed up.

As time passed, the terrible wind whined, the branches began to shake violently, the dark clouds rolled and pressed down in the sky, and the trees were blown by the fierce wind and let out a terrible "Gab! Gaba! It didn't take long, and the roaring wind mixed with the raindrops of beans fell in an instant.

Davis scolded fiercely: "This damn weather. ”

The rain became heavier and heavier, and soon a large amount of rain was gathering from the low-lying areas of the jungle. Davis dragged his weak body and walked with difficulty, and his degree became slower and slower, the camouflage had been cut into pieces by the thorns, and his body was full of tiny scratches, and blood mixed with rain flowed down his body to the ground.

Finally, a Grand Canyon appeared ahead, and Davis stopped, a small smile on his face. Just cross this canyon and climb over the low peaks on the opposite side, and he will be in Vietnam. Thinking of this, I walked into the canyon with difficulty.

The wind stopped, the clouds cleared, and the last darkness was driven away by the dawn of the east, and Davis felt as if he had been roasted on a fire, and his head began to sink again, and the whole head seemed to be about to crack, and the scene before him was blurred. And the wound on his shoulder began to emit a foul smell, the wound became infected, and his fears became a reality.

Davis's body shook, his legs were like 10,000 pounds of boulders, he couldn't lift them anymore, and he sat on a big rock next to him, panting heavily. Then I took out the needle and the drug, and it was the last time.

Davis watched as the drug slowly injected into his body, a roar came from his throat, and then he pulled the needle off and was still on the ground. Untie the strip of cloth wrapped around the shoulder, the whole shoulder plus the arm has swollen so high, the wound has been purulent and rotten.

Davis picked up a dead wood next to him and put it in his mouth to bite it, then took out his saber and slowly cut the rotten place with the tip of the knife, large beads of sweat running down his face.

"Ahh

Davis roared, the dead wood in his mouth fell to the ground, and with a strong hand holding the saber, a piece of rotten flesh flew up and fell to the ground with a clatter, and blood shot out.

Davis tore off a piece of his vest and wrapped it around his shoulder, of course, he was already sweating profusely last night, and his chest was heaving, like a wounded beast, and his mouth was full of heavy gasps. Gradually, Davis felt that the wound was no longer painful, and his whole body became much lighter.

Davis stood up and glanced at the end of the canyon, which he would be able to cross in just ten minutes, and there was a smooth road ahead.

It was quiet in the canyon, and the silence was a little scary, except for the dull sound of Davis's heavy 6 boots stepping on the ground. Davis held the gun tightly in his right hand and walked forward vigilantly. This is the most dangerous place, and if the Blood Wolf knew his purpose, he would definitely set up an ambush here and wait for his arrival.

More than ten minutes later, Davis walked out of the canyon, and his heart fell. Looking at the low mountain peak in front of him, Davis barked wildly, raised his feet and walked quickly towards the mountain.

As he got closer to the top of the mountain, Davis's mood became more and more relaxed, and the expression of the rest of his life after the catastrophe was overflowing. After more than an hour, Davis finally stood at the top of the mountain, looking at the endless primeval jungle in front of him, and a smile on his face.

He took out the map on his body and spread it on the ground and looked at it, then looked at the surrounding terrain, determined the location of the person who answered, put the map away, and was just about to go down the mountain, when he heard a familiar and hateful voice behind him.

"Davis, my old friend, you're finally here, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

Davis's body shuddered and turned quickly, the muzzle of the black hole pointed forward. staring at the blood-red eyes, he looked at the soldier in front of him who was wearing camouflage and had a violent aura all over his body.

"Blood wolf!" Davis's voice was hoarse, but with a cold killing intent.

Yang Luo leaned against a tree, oblivious to the gun pointed at him. He took out a cigarette in his pocket and lit one, then took a deep breath before whispering, "Davis, we have played against each other twice, and this is the first time we have met, and I feel very honored." ”

Davis didn't speak, there was no expression on his face, and no one knew what was going on in his mind.

Yang Luo said: "Surrender!" You don't have a choice, so you can still have a way to live. ”

Davis said indifferently: "Blood wolf, I, Davis, have never known what surrender is. ”

Yang Luo smiled slightly: "Then I can only kill you." ”

Davis also smiled, but his smile looked a little hideous: "Blood wolf, no one in this world can kill me except myself, and you are no exception." After saying that, he turned the muzzle of the gun and pulled the trigger against his chest.

"Bang!"

With a crisp gunshot, Davis, the jungle god of war, ended his life with his own gun. Only then can he feel that his dignity has not been violated.

Yang Luo looked at Davis, who was slowly falling to the ground, and sighed, "Davis, who do I Yang Luo want to kill, he can't have a chance to commit suicide." I respect you, that's why you choose to die with dignity. ”

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