Seeing that his fate was on the verge of death, Iron Slag sighed and sat down dejectedly. The pen and the fun www.biquge.info still have four hours to go, with the remaining oxygen. But when you look up, there is only a white expanse, except for the fog, it is still fog......

The countdown to life begins here.

3 hours 59 minutes, 3 hours 58 minutes, 3 hours 50 minutes......

In the silence, time passed minute by minute. Iron Slag thought a lot, his woman, his friends, his pursuit. He is really unwilling to die here, and there are still many things that need to be done by him. After about ten minutes, he exhaled heavily, collected his mood, flapped his membranaceous wings, and flew to the next island.

Even if it is death, it must die on the road, not in self-pity and waiting.

Two hours later, he took his last breath of oxygen, dropped the cylinder, and continued his search. He could already foresee his death, but he still refused to give up, but his mind became a little numb, his mind was blank, and he flew mechanically, thinking about nothing.

"Boom!"

Flying and flying, suddenly there was a muffled sound in the fog. The sound was extremely penetrating, and seemed to come from a very distant place, like thunder in the middle of the night, rolling in, and the aftermath did not stop. He froze, stopped, and quickly judged that it was the sound of the opening of the mountain. There must have been someone mining the Star Diamond nearby, and the thought of this made him ecstatic and flew in the direction from which the sound came from.

I saw him break through the wind and fog, and a few minutes later, he flew to a huge island.

Below, there is an endless sea of forests, and the mist lingers over the canopy of trees, and visibility is low. He searched carefully in the direction of his memory.

But just now, it was just a sound, and with a displacement of thousands of meters, he had already lost his direction. After flying in the fog for more than half an hour, he still found nothing. The edge of the island gradually appeared in front of him, and his heart fell to the bottom at the sight of such a sight. In terms of the speed and time of the flight, the diameter of this island is at least fifteen kilometers. The explosion must have come from somewhere on the island, but with such a large area and visibility of only a few hundred meters, it would be too difficult to find the human camp hidden in it.

At this moment, he is like a headless fly, and he doesn't know where to fly at all. Just getting hope, and then dying again, such a feeling, is really uncomfortable. He wandered aimlessly, hoping to be favored by Lady Luck.

"Boom!"

About half an hour later, a second roar suddenly came from behind him, and he immediately perked up and flew in the direction of the explosion. During the flight, his eyes suddenly went black and he almost fell to the ground. The symptoms of hypoxia are finally starting to appear. He was anxious, but there was still no sign of the camp.

After flying more than 2,000 meters, he smelled the smell of gunsmoke, and hurriedly traced the past, and soon saw a large area of collapsed areas. The camp was close, but he couldn't find it. His chest grew duller, his eyes swirled, he could no longer maintain his balance, and plunged headlong into the dense forest, crushed several branches, and fell into the bushes.

"Uh......" He gripped the clothes on his chest as he struggled to crawl towards the light.

"Hey, did you hear anything?" "Well, something looks like it's falling." "I guess it's not going to blow people up." "How is it possible......" "Go and see." "Okay."

Not long after, two Far Eastern workers in canvas overalls, engineering helmets and glass masks, carrying oxygen cylinders and shovels appeared near the bushes.

"Looks like it's ...... here," one worker said to his companion behind him, looking up at the broken branch above.

Before the words fell, the bush suddenly moved, and a figure sprang out, knocking him to the ground, and then with a "snort", he pulled out his oxygen tube, stuffed it directly into his mouth and inhaled heavily.

"Ahh Under the sudden change, another worker screamed in fright, raised the shovel in his hand in a panic, and was about to smash it.

The corner of the iron slag's eyes swept away, and immediately grabbed the workers under him and blocked them.

"You...... Who are you? Seeing that his companion was being controlled, the worker involuntarily put down the shovel and asked in a trembling voice.

"Don't be nervous...... Iron Slag said in a calm voice, taking a deep breath of oxygen.

Seeing that there was no malice on his face, the worker's expression was relaxed, but the vigilance in his eyes did not diminish in the slightest, "What do you want to do?" ”

Iron Slag grinned and said, "Excuse oxygen inhalation." ”

"Let it go...... Let go of me......" The worker in the iron slag's hand struggled for a moment, only to feel his shoulder pressed by the crane.

"Relax, friend." The iron slag slowly let go of his hand, then pushed forward, and the worker staggered a few steps and almost fell.

After inhaling oxygen for a while, the iron slag gradually recovered, and then took out two gold coins, moved his fingers, and flicked them.

The two workers caught the flying gold coin, put it in their mouths and bit it, and then their faces were happy, they looked at each other, and said in unison, "Thank you, boss." ”

"My floatboat crashed and I need help......" Iron Slag said as he took out his money bag and shook it, making a "bang-la-la" sound, "Take me to your camp, thank you." ”

"Okay, we Far Easterners are the most helpful." "Brother, rest assured, we Far Easterners are the most hospitable." The two workers patted their chests at the same time.

More than ten minutes later, the iron slag, led by two workers, came to a camp in the dense forest.

At a glance, the camp is about 10,000 square meters, and there is a large open space on the side, on which a lot of machinery is parked, including excavators, drilling rigs, etc., as well as more than a dozen floating boats of different sizes.

On the periphery of the camp were triangular single tents, numbering in the hundreds, and then a dozen or so arched military tents, including medical tents painted with the Red Cross emblem, equipment warehouses painted with gear emblems, and supplies painted with fuel drums or bread. In the middle is an oversized circular tent. In ancient times, these tents were called "circus tents" and were usually used for performances, but now they are used as conductors' tents.

When the iron slag saw the badge on the dark green tarp, he sighed in his heart, and just wanted to turn around and leave. The coat of arms is round in shape, and the outer ring is seven cannibalistic poisonous snakes, including the black mamba, the king cobra, the bamboo-leaf green snake, the gold and silver krait, the hook-billed sea snake, the mountain viper, the white-headed pit viper, and in the center is a long, winding wooden staff and a burning brazier.

This is the symbol of the Far Eastern snake clan, also known as the "Holy Fire Snake Emblem", or the "Seven-colored Snake Ring". Although the iron slag had been mentally prepared, when he really saw it, he still couldn't stop wanting to escape. Even though the taste of Bi Tianye was like a sweet spring, the psychological shadow brought to him by Bi Qinglan was too great, so that when he saw the snake clan badge, he felt uncomfortable, as if a bayonet was against the back of his heart, and he was ready to give him a chill.

However, there seems to be no other way out of the current predicament. Anyway, the other party doesn't know who he is, so just pretend to be a general traveler in distress.

"Get me something to eat and drink first, and then send a floating boat to send me back, how much should it be, just say it." Walking into the tent that was used as a restaurant, Iron Slag said generously, and flicked two more gold coins out.

"Okay, no problem." "Thank you, boss." The two workers picked up the money, nodded and went out to make arrangements.

It wasn't long before a worker brought steaming rice and tea with pork ribs, and the iron slag gulped it down. On the surface, at least, it seems quite pleasant.

Halfway through the meal, another worker returned, excitedly telling him that their boss had agreed to send a floatboat to take him back to the Land of the Beginning. In addition, he only needs to pay a fee according to the market price, which is about sixty or seventy gold coins.

Hearing this, Iron Slag's mood improved greatly, and he gave each of them two gold coins.

"The float is being overhauled and refueled, and it will be ready to leave in half an hour." The worker who went to interrogate put away the gold coins and said happily.

"Hmm." Iron Slag nodded, didn't say anything more, and continued to eat. He had been eating compressed biscuits for several days in a row, and he felt that his stomach was about to cramp, and he was finally able to eat meat and rice, so he naturally wanted to enjoy it.

About half an hour later, Iron Slag was eating the second bowl of pork rib rice, when suddenly there was a sound of explosion outside.

"Boom...... Boom ......"

At first, the iron slag thought it was a regular island separation, but the sound of explosions continued to be heard, accompanied by flickering fire, which was very abnormal.

He thought about it for a moment, and immediately his face changed drastically, and he rushed out of the tent that was used as a restaurant, and saw the fire not far away, where the floatboat was parked. As we got closer, it was already in flames, explosions were heard, and floatboats were wailing, skeletons were broken and parts were flying.

Needless to say, his identity has been exposed, so the other party directly cut off his back road.

"Hehe~" There was a silver bell-like laughter behind him, but it was heard in the ears of the iron slag, and the mood was even worse.

"Lord Iron Slag, welcome~" A "Biqinglan" stepped over, with a pure and lovely smile on his face, and then folded his hands, placed them in his lower abdomen, bent his waist slightly, and bowed to Iron Slag.

"Who are you?" Iron Slag asked angrily.

"In Xia Bi Wei (xiao) Lan, I have seen Lord Iron Slag." She said with a bow of her head. The replicas under Bi Qinglan's hands, the twelve saints are the characters of "Tian", such as Bi Tianye, Bi Tianqing, etc. Their twenty-four adjutants are "empty", while the forty-eight assistants of the adjutant are "water", and the rest are divided into three lines, namely "Xiao", "Xiao", and "Shino".

Bi Shiran is a member of the "Shinoha Army", and there are also "Shinoha Army" and "Xiaozhu Army". Whether it's a hedge, a shinoba, or a bamboo, it's actually the meaning of bamboo.

"What the hell do you want to do?" Iron Slag frowned and asked very unpleasantly.

"What's wrong?" Bi Shilan looked dazed.

"Knowingly asked." Iron Slag's brow furrowed even deeper.

"Oops~ Shiran just broke her own things, but she didn't expect it to make Lord Iron Slag unhappy, it really shouldn't be~" Bi Lilan lowered her eyes and bowed slightly towards Iron Slag. The apologetic, innocent appearance only makes people feel powerless, and they can't spit out blood.

"You ......" Iron Slag was so angry that he couldn't speak. The reason why the other party blew up the floating boat was to trap him. Even if he wanted to snatch it, there was no hope.

"Why don't you ......," Bi Lan smiled slightly, and said, "Please sit in the tent and let Lan make a pot of tea for you, and then think of a way to see if you can ......," she said meaningfully, "Where can I transfer a floating boat to solve my urgent needs." ”

Iron Slag snorted, turned his back on his hand, and walked towards the big tent in the middle of the camp. Bi Weilan pursed her lips and chuckled, twisted her small waist, and quickly followed.