On the fourth day, Iron Slag instructed the workers to fill him with two large bottles of oxygen, and collected a large backpack of canned meat and military self-heating rations, as well as a tent, and then gathered all the people in the camp together and announced to them, "Friends, I am leaving, what should you do, keep going." Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 After saying that, he opened his membranous wings, and in full view of everyone, he opened his membranous wings, and with a "buzz" sound, he flew away.

Everyone watched him disappear from sight, neither daring to stop him nor say anything. However, they were all visibly relieved that they no longer had to serve this dangerous person, which was a good thing for them.

After flying for several kilometers, the iron slag landed in a dense forest. After looking around and making sure that there was no danger, the tent was set up in place.

He was just pretending to be there, and he had no intention of leaving the island at all. He planned to hide in the jungle and wait for reinforcements to arrive, and then find a chance to hijack a float boat and leave.

After setting up his tent and putting away his supplies, he sneaked in the direction of the camp again. About half an hour later, he returned to the vicinity of the camp and secretly observed for a while. Not much has changed in the camp, and the workers are all working in order, not falling into chaos because of his departure. After confirming the situation, he dug up four oxygen cylinders and some vegetables, dried meat, and a portable kerosene stove from a hidden location and carried them back to the camping place.

Then, he lit a kerosene stove, set up an aluminum military lunch box, and cooked the meal. According to his custom, the rice is thrown in with the jerky and cooked until it is almost cooked, and then the vegetables are added. After a while, the smell of meat filled the woods. The iron slag ate a delicious meal, then cleaned up the things and erased the traces.

After everything was done, he used the tent as the center of the circle to clearly investigate the area within a radius of one thousand meters, so as to facilitate the next action.

Since Qiman's dreams have no distinction between day and night, they can only rely on time to arrange their work and rest. After about six hours, he returned to the camp, took out a packet of war rations from the Far Eastern Snake Clan, and fiddled with it.

Tearing open the waterproof oil paper on the outside, it is a rectangular cardboard box with the words "Heavenly Snake River Garrison, No. 3 Meal" printed on it.

The Heavenly Snake River is the mother river of the Seven Clans of the Spirit Snake, originating from the Wanling Mountains, from southwest to northeast, flowing through the Qicun Mountain into two tributaries, the Green Snake River and the White Snake River, and finally flowing into the Styx Sea. The garrison of the Heavenly Snake River should be the coalition of the snake clan.

Compared with the five clans of the horned rhino, although the seven clans of the spirit snake have a large population, a wide area of cultivated land, and strong comprehensive strength, they also have many internal contradictions, so for three thousand years, the advantages of the snake clan are not obvious. But since Bi Qinglan took power, she has shown extremely tough political skills, resolute and decisive killing, completely subverting the snake clan's ruling ideology with "benevolence" as the core.

But the strange thing is that her conversion and brutal style not only did not cause many protests, but also won the unanimous approval of the snake clan's high-level leaders, making them more stable and united. Coupled with the rapid development in recent years, there has been an overwhelming advantage over all ethnic groups in the Far East.

The carton is dense and heavy, weighing about half a kilogram. When I opened the carton, there were more than a dozen aluminum packaging boxes. They are of different sizes, neatly arranged inside, without a single gap.

The iron slag was taken out one by one, placed on the ground, and counted, and there were sixteen boxes in all.

The two largest boxes are printed with "Scrambled Egg with Tomatoes and Noodles" and "Diced Pork Carrot Corn Rice", and the five medium-sized boxes are printed with "Shredded Pepper Potatoes", "Minced Sauerkraut and Pork", "Kung Pao Chicken", "Green Onion Pancake", "Apple Sydney Orange", and the rest are small boxes, with chili sauce, sweet and sour sauce, fresh milk, tea bags, lemon slices, as well as windproof matches, solid combourcant, simple stands, and even toothpicks, chewing gum, and so on.

"Eat really well......" Looking at the wide variety of marching rations, Iron Slag couldn't help but sigh.

Make the stand, put in the solid incendiary agent, light it with a match, and place the box on top to heat it. When the outer packaging is bulging, take it off and replace it with another box. After tossing for a long time, Iron Slag finally had a hearty snake dinner.

Seven days later......

Iron Slag was sleeping in his tent when he suddenly heard a long jet in the sky, and he quickly got up and looked up. It wasn't long before a huge shadow swept over the roof of the tent at high speed, and a strong air current hit the face, blowing the blades in all directions.

When the big army arrived, he quickly packed up his things, threw the tent and empty oxygen cylinders into the hole he had dug beforehand, covered it with dirt, and did some cover-up work. However, this can only play a certain role, as long as you pay attention, you can still find traces.

After waiting for twenty hours, the iron slag began to move towards the camp. He made some concealment and camouflage, and got a lot of branches and leaves on his body and head, as long as he hid in the bushes, it was difficult for people to find out.

Halfway down the road, he suddenly felt a little uncomfortable in his heart. Dealing with a group of women, and being so cautious, really damaged his reputation as a bully in Iron Mountain Town......

But when you think about it, he still did a good job of concealment very seriously. In case it falls into Bi Qinglan's hands, he can't bear the sentence "rape murderer" alone. Perhaps, she can push Bi Qingluan's death on his head again, and get a Far Eastern court to try him. Thinking of this, he shuddered a little, this crazy woman really gave him a headache.

In the middle of his thoughts, he came to the vicinity of the camp and climbed a large banyan tree. Looking at the leaves, I saw a large number of floating boats parked on the periphery of the camp, and hundreds of power-armored warriors lined up in seven or eight phalanxes, their shiny armor reflecting a dazzling luster in the sunlight.

Seeing such a scene, the iron slag cursed in his heart. Dispatching so many people will cost at least tens of thousands of gold coins. In order to arrest him, she really took great pains and wasted money and money.

Iron Slag observed for a while and found that the other party was only assembling and did not go out to search. After observing for a while, three women wearing azure third-generation power armor appeared in the middle of the camp, as if discussing something. Since the places were separated by thousands of meters, he could only see the other party's body movements, but could not see the face. But it is not difficult to see that they are all copies of the blue blue.

Gradually, his gaze shifted to the vicinity of them, several guards in dark green tarpaulin uniforms, and he looked at his own clothes again, and suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed. At this moment, he was wearing the uniform of the Snake Clan's garrison.

A bold plan quickly took shape in the mind. He climbed down the tree, ran out of the way, inhaled oxygen for another ten minutes, and then found a hole in the tree and stuffed the oxygen cylinder and machete into it.

Then, he returned to the vicinity of the camp, pulled out two explosive grenades, unbuckled them, and placed them at his feet.

"Boom!"

With a loud bang, the flames consumed the iron slag and blasted him into the air. A few seconds later, he fell to the ground in a cloud of smoke. I saw that his clothes were torn, his face was black, his hair was scorched, and blood was spilling out of his body.

Although he looked embarrassed on the surface, he actually didn't suffer much damage, and his dual identity as a legendary insect and an advanced traditional evolutionary gave him an extremely tough body, and two blasting grenades still couldn't blow him up.

Seeing that the injury was not enough, Iron Slag gritted his teeth, stretched out two fingers, and with a roar, stabbed into his left eye!

"Wow, wow, wow!"

The moment his eyeballs burst, he let out a wail of pain, covering his eyes and rolling on the ground.

The sound of the explosion soon attracted the camp patrol. At this time, the iron slag was covered in blood, the whole face was melted and rotten, and there was only a shocking blood hole left in the left eye, which looked extremely terrifying.

"Brother, what's wrong?" The team leader leaned over and asked.

"Uh...... Uh......" Iron Slag lay on the ground, struggling to reach out and point to the depths of the forest. That direction is exactly where he has been camping for the past few days.

"You two ......," the team leader pointed to the two team members, "carry him back first." Then he beckoned, "Follow me for the rest." After the order, he ran in the direction indicated by the iron slag, took out the walkie-talkie as he ran, and reported to his head, "Suspicious target has been found, has fled to the southeast, request support, request support......"

A few minutes later, two team members walked into the camp's medical tent, one on the left and one on the right.

"Uh...... Uh-uh......" The iron slag made a painful sound, but it wasn't fake. His skin was scorched and cracked, blood was constantly spilling, and his left eye was even more painful.

"Send it to the hospital as soon as possible, it can't be handled here." The medical officer injected the slag with a treatment needle, hung up a drip, and said to the two patrol members who had brought him in.

"This ......" The two patrolmen hesitated, then turned and went out.

Not long after, a girl wearing an azure cheongsam walked into the medical tent, her eyes swept over the iron slag, her lips opened lightly, and asked, "Which part are you?" ”

"Uh...... Belch...... I...... I...... Be...... Clause...... Clause...... The team ......" Iron Slag clutched his throat and made a series of muffled sounds, looking extremely difficult.

The girl in front of her is one of the clones of Turquoise. Judging from the embroidery of the cheongsam, Bi Qinglan is a five-clawed golden dragon, Bi Tianye and Bi Tianqing are golden phoenixes, and Bi Qinglan is three flying birds, and this replica, the cheongsam is embroidered with a golden peacock, and the rank should be below Bi Tianye.

Under her scrutiny, Iron Slag felt a little hairy, but he was still very calm on the surface.

"Uh...... Belch...... Save...... Help me...... Save ......" Iron Slag struggled, stretched out his bloody hand, seemingly unconsciously, and grabbed at her full chest.

"Bump!"

In the next second, the iron slag was kicked out by her, knocking over a large number of surgical instruments.

"Send him away." The blue clone threw down a sentence and left with a gloomy face.

Looking at the other party's twisting waist/hips, a smile appeared on the corner of Iron Slag's mouth, but it was quickly replaced by a painful expression. The muscles of his face moved, and the wound was involved, and he immediately bared his teeth in pain.