Chapter 660

Rozim has been walking deep into the jungle, occasionally climbing the steep and rocky ridge. Only he with superhuman strength and patience can trek in the jungle with a lot of things on his back.

Under the shelter of the canopy, the jungle seems to have no day and night, so it is difficult to judge the time.

Rozim has an old watch with a black rubber band connected to the steel clock face, but since entering the planet's ground, the clock reading has been blank, empty, no time mark, or even no time at all, nothing, only flashing runes.

The wind in the mountains twined around the tree canopy like snakes. The wind carried intermittent rain and tasted like blood.

"What's the smell?"

Rozim said, his fingers close to his lips, and then felt a little sick.

He kept holding his gun steadily, which made him feel more at ease than the joke in the kitchen.

Gun, solid and reliable, is the last solid and reliable thing in the world, no matter in which world.

He likes the transformed hot-melt gun very much. It has a wooden butt and gun body, as well as blue steel accessories. It is spotless and clean as new. It is not the kind of old and handed down after being used by others.

In addition, he had an automatic pistol on his waist, which, like hot melt, came from Loken's workshop.

After leaving the ridge, rozim passed through another crack.

It was a lowland, a swamp, and there had been a battle, a terrible encounter, on weedy dikes and stagnant rivers.

Looking around, there are human bodies everywhere. Most of them have been dead for two or three days, blackened and swollen by heat.

The uniforms they wore did not belong to the unit that rozim knew. He guessed that it should be the local guards who fled into the jungle after defeat and finally died here.

"Everyone is imperial."

Rozim said in broken thoughts as he crossed the body:

"You help me, I help you, and no one should blame anyone -"

Then he bent down and pulled out a pile of dog tags from under a swollen throat.

"Arvin, the 61st preparatory infantry."

He sighed, then touched the body's coat pocket and found a silver pocket watch.

"You can't use it anyway, can you, man?"

At least thirty bodies were scattered everywhere, some on the ground, some in streams and some in rivers.

"Normally, I should help you bury it, but now I'm in a hurry. I remember the coordinates. Someone will help you clean up in the future..... Probably."

Rozim said sincerely, then bent down again, took a grenade from the ammunition belt of a corpse and checked whether it could be used normally.

As he continued to go deep into the jungle, the moisture became heavier and heavier. It seemed to seep into his bones. Water droplets hung all over his clothes and glittered like diamonds.

The rain forest seems boundless, and there is water between the trees, like an endless emerald dusk. The whole person is buried in the green darkness below his knees.

The dim sunlight passed through the canopy like a dying candle, and the verdant velvet moss wrapped the trunk and semi sunken logs. The air was full of a rotten smell that tightened the throat.

The winged insects, each like a watchmaker's exquisite masterpiece, flapped their wings over his head, swirled and sped away.

Rozim's sweaty palm nervously grabbed the gun. The rainforest is not a good place to fight. He has always disliked jungle warfare.

He stopped and stopped from time to time to observe the surrounding environment and determine his coordinates to prevent route deflection.

"This damn place."

He was complaining. Suddenly, everything was silent.

It was frightening. Until everything was quiet, he didn't realize that the rain forest was full of noise: the buzzing of insects, the clatter of water, the cracking of shrubs, the squeaking of amphibians and the singing of birds.

Only when everything stopped suddenly did he realize how painful it was to stay away from those voices.

He stood still and cocked up his ears, hoping that the voices would come back.

But instinct told rozim that danger was approaching, so he raised a hand, turned slowly and aimed his gun, and his action produced only the slightest sound of water flow in the water near his legs.

Ji -!

With a scream, something rushed out of the woods behind him.

That thing is half the size of a man and similar to a ball, but its legs are slightly shorter than human standards, and it has no arms. The whole body has no head and neck. Except for its small dark yellow eyes, it is a big mouth full of sharp teeth of carnivores.

It rushed and screamed, and the water splashed and turned into water mist.

Then he jumped over a half heavy wood and opened the huge mouth forward.

"Do it!"

Rozim opened fire decisively. A hot torrent suddenly hit its trunk. The monster's body immediately bent back and fell into the green pool, splashing everywhere.

It only struggled for a few seconds, and then it was completely silent.

"What the fuck is that --"

Rozim was just about to observe when another monster rushed over, then another, and then the fifth.

They rushed out of the Yellow shadow and screamed, regardless of the fate of the first.

"Japanese hair!!"

Rozim retreated and opened fire, with many targets.

If you are an ordinary person, you can't solve so many enemies alone, but rozim has experienced a hundred battles.

He shot and killed one. The wounded monster fell screaming and sank into the darkness, but the others made up for it.

Their teeth are yellow bones and their throats are red.

Rozim moved like the wind. After taking a look at the ammunition allowance, he turned and fired again.

One fell, and then another.

Then he took out his pistol and killed one again.

But then a sixth appeared. A monster was too close. He couldn't hit it.

The guy held out his sharp teeth and tried to tear his throat open.

Rozim ducked like lightning, then lifted the monster before it stood up again, and threw it out, like throwing a scarecrow.

Finally, he shot the monster twice with a pistol.

Silence enveloped everything again, except his tight breathing and the beating between fallen leaves and bark fragments.

Then the noise of the rain forest came back, as if it had never left.

Rozim took a long breath and wiped the sweat off his forehead.

After such a toss, he was tired and hungry and had to find a place to sit down.

"I'm starving... I knew I'd go out after lunch..."

Lozim, with his stomach growling, suddenly stared at the box he put on the ground.

"So much... Eat a few... Should..."

Thinking, he slowly extended his hand to his box.

A few minutes later, just as he had almost eaten and closed the box again, a voice suddenly sounded.

"Hello!"