The rain became heavier and heavier, as if it was going to devour the world. The wind whistled, and the power of nature was undoubtedly revealed at this moment. Humans could only tremble in the middle.
Zhang Xinghua walked through the forest with difficulty. Every step he took was careful. He was not careful of the enemy, but of the storm.
In such a big environment, if one was not careful, they would lose their way. It was very difficult for a special soldier like Zhang Xinghua to walk, let alone a group of South Vietnamese.
Therefore, before the rain stopped, everything was safe.
Similarly, after a heavy rain, a battle of life and death would determine the victor.
"Huff huff."
The violent wind and Zhang Xinghua's rapid panting mixed together. Small water droplets slapped on his face, causing him to feel pain.
Zhang Xinghua was very tired. It was true. After three consecutive days and 72 hours, Zhang Xinghua had only slept for less than seven hours. This had already exceeded the limits of human beings. After a day of high-intensity battles, Zhang Xinghua was really tired.
But he didn't dare to stop, let alone rest, because if he did, he might fall asleep and never get up again. He had six brothers waiting for him to save them, because there was a country and its people... who needed him!
"Huff huff."
At this moment, what supported Zhang Xinghua to move forward was no longer his tired body, but his spirit, the spirit of never giving up and never retreating.
It was precisely because of this spirit that the revolutionary forefathers completed the Long March. It was this spirit that the revolutionary forefathers defeated the invaders. It was this spirit that made China stronger and stronger. This spirit had a name, Red Faith!
"Phew-"
Looking at the boundless Death Swamp in front of him, Zhang Xinghua, who was already prepared, stepped out without hesitation. He stepped on the swamp that was like a swallowing beast.
"Tsk."
As expected, his feet sank down, instantly reaching the muscles of his knees and calves. Zhang Xinghua's expression did not change as he slowly increased the strength of his feet. Finally, after his knees were submerged, the speed of his feet sinking suddenly slowed down.
Zhang Xinghua heaved a sigh of relief. He used a branch to test the depth of the cave and slowly began to move forward. This position was completely acceptable. As long as he kept walking and did not stop, he would be able to walk out. Of course, if he stopped, he would sink deeper and deeper until he could no longer get out, until…he died.
"Pfft, pfft."
Zhang Xinghua took off his high-waisted military boots and struggled barefooted in the swamp. As he stepped and pulled, a special rhythm was formed. The sufficient rain continued to fall, making it easy for him to lift his feet every time. This was perhaps the only thing that could be rejoiced about so far.
"Pfft."
He pulled out his right foot, and a branch that came out of nowhere cut open Zhang Xinghua's calloused foot. Blood mixed with mud looked strange.
"Tsk."
Without any pause, Zhang Xinghua stepped down firmly with his right foot. He could no longer feel the pain.
The cold rain mixed with the accumulated swamp mud. Every step he took would experience a bone-piercing coldness of-20 degrees Celsius. His feet had long lost their senses.
This cold was spreading upwards at an extremely fast speed.
"Why don't I exchange for a heat capsule for you? It can save your body's heat for an hour. If you continue like this, you'll be useless.”Ergou hesitated for a moment before saying.
"How many points?" Zhang Xinghua continued forward.
"300. You have more than 2,000 points now.”
" Let's talk about it later..." Zhang Xinghua shook his head.
" Sigh…" Ergou let out a long sigh.
"Puchi, puchi, puchi."
What responded to him was firm footsteps.
A lonely figure walked in the endless darkness, facing the storm, and resolutely walking in the swamp that had swallowed countless lives. That figure was a little thin and a little shaky, but you could still see the unyielding faith!
The rain was still falling, getting heavier and heavier. The wind was still blowing, getting more and more violent. The people were still walking, walking further and further away, as if... they had lived forever.
"Huff, huff, huff."
Zhang Xinghua's breathing became heavier and heavier, and his speed of raising his feet became slower and slower. The rain had wet his clothes and stuck to his body. It was wet and uncomfortable. The second life of a soldier, the gun, seemed to have become a burden at this time. If Zhang Xinghua's will was not strong enough, it might have been thrown into a corner.
This was a battle of spirit. Unfortunately, Zhang Xinghua could not hold on any longer. His eyelids kept drooping. Even the cold raindrops hitting his face did not have the slightest effect.
His feet sank into the mud countless times, and he was too lazy to pull them out. Only after dozens of attempts could he succeed. His rhythm was completely out of control.
"Pfft."
Zhang Xinghua stomped down again. Mechanically, he tried his best to pull out the leg that didn't belong to him. Once, twice, thrice... ten times... twenty times... Zhang Xinghua's eyes slowly closed, and a serene expression was about to appear.
"Gulp, gulp, gulp."
Bubbles began to appear around his body. Before they could grow bigger, they suddenly exploded. Then, bubbles took over, and the boring process repeated itself.
Zhang Xinghua's body began to fall, and his consciousness was already blurry. In another three minutes, the swamp would completely drown Zhang Xinghua's body. In another ten minutes, Zhang Xinghua would lose his life and no longer have to endure the painful torture.
In another 20 days, Zhang Xinghua would be decomposed into an unknown substance and become one with the swamp. He would disappear without a trace on the foreign land...
"Gulp, gulp, gulp."
His legs were already submerged, but Zhang Xinghua still maintained his forward posture. Other than his closed eyes, there was a hint of serenity on his face.
He fell asleep. Under the impossible circumstances, he fell asleep. He slept peacefully, so peacefully that he did not feel the pain of death. Just like that, he calmly…died!
"Puchi!"
Under the same impossible situation, Zhang Xinghua moved!
I'm sorry, my friends. The update is very slow. I hope you will continue to support me. There will be a female lead. There's no need to rush. Who do you want to take in? You can say it in the comments section. I will consider it!
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