Soldiers must not survive in the jungle like animals, not thinking about their next meal, especially this kind of mysterious jungle that is totally unprepared and has no knowledge of themselves, so when you encounter food, you encounter water sources. At that moment, remember to store as much food and water as possible for yourself.
And what Jiang Minghao did at this moment was to prepare for his own survival. He ignored Moore, who was fascinated by the food, and walked to the stream not far from the corpse of Yuhua snake.
When Jiang Minghao squatted down, a gust of cool water vapor, like a summer breeze, made Jiang Minghao feel comfortable. He involuntarily stretched out his hands and held up a stream of clear water in his palm. On his face, at that moment, the cold and clear stream water was like a woman's slender hand washing, gently supporting Jiang Minghao's face, so that his pores all over his body were slowly unfolding.
"Puff················So cool·······································································
Jiang Minghao poked the water remaining in his mouth from his mouth, wiped his face fiercely, and watched the stream completely submerged in the vapor, as if it was a Tianhe hidden in the immortal world, making people feel like entering In Wonderland, Jiang Minghao immediately shouted at Moore behind him:
"Moore, come and wash your face, sober and sober, the battle below is still cruel!"
"Oh, here comes..."
Moore gobbled up the snake meat in his hand, and replied, because he started to eat raw beef. After Moore completely forgot the horror of the Yuhua snake, he had a unique feeling of love for the snake meat. He stuffed the last bit of snake meat in his mouth while walking towards the stream, and began to wash up in the upper reaches of Jiang Minghao.
And Jiang Minghao had already filled his kettle with clear water, and he pulled out the Falcon Wing Saber and Dragon Scale Dagger on his waist, and put the blade that had formed a thick blood scab on the blade into the water. , The blood scab that condensed on the blade instantly began to slowly melt away like ice cubes on fire!
As the traces of blood like a blood snake gradually peeled off the blade with the flow of the stream, the blade, which was stained dark red with blood, instantly showed the original blackness of the blade, and even on the blade, it was still shining. An icy cold that forced people's hearts and souls, as if what Jiang Minghao held in his hands were not two sabers, but two gods of death who could take life away at any time.
After washing the two sabers in his hand, Jiang Minghao habitually inserted the Falcon Wing Saber into the scabbard on his waist, but when he was about to put the dragon scale dagger in his waist, Jiang Minghao suddenly felt the dragon scale. Jiang Minghao couldn't help but look at the shock given him by the blade of the dagger.
It’s okay if you don’t look at it. Upon taking a look, Jiang Minghao suddenly discovered that this dragon scale dagger was in the shape of Jackie Chan’s tongue. The hilt was a dragon body, the guard was a dragon head, and the blade was a dragon tongue. , There is no reflection in the sun, and it can even give people a kind of coldness deep in hell, as if it is a flood dragon that can swallow everything at any time.
Especially when his thumb touched the blade slightly, Jiang Minghao couldn't help but shivered fiercely, as if the dragon scale dagger was silent and gave him an invisible power. Pressure.
'The weapon of God's weapon'.
This is Jiang Minghao’s evaluation of the dragon scale dagger in his mind, as if this dragon scale dagger was transformed from a living dragon. If we put aside the spiritual sustenance and inheritance, let Jiang Minghao play in the dragon scale dagger and the falcon wing. To make a choice between the sabers, Jiang Minghao would definitely choose the dragon scale dagger without hesitation.
Because the sword, to a man, especially to a warlike and tough soldier, is like an invincible hero. The love for beauty in his heart makes it hard for him to extricate himself!
Jiang Minghao sighed again and again with the magic of this dragon scale dagger. He usually played with the palm of his hand, the magical saber, and couldn't help but praise him, but at this moment, Jiang Minghao suddenly felt that the tail of the handle was this. The tail of the dragon scale dagger turned out to be active.
"Could it be that this hilt is empty like the Hayabusa?"
Jiang Minghao couldn't help muttering to himself. He tried to rotate to the dragon's tail. It was okay if it didn't turn. After a turn, the tail of the dragon scale dagger fell off directly, revealing a hollow section. Space.
At this moment, a group of canvas-like objects came into Jiang Minghao's eyes instantly. He couldn't help but stretched out his hand to pull the group of canvas out, and on this canvas, some fonts were written densely.
"It's the language of the Dragon Kingdom!"
Jiang Minghao was overjoyed. He immediately thought of the secrets of the legendary kung fu in martial arts novels, but when Jiang Minghao excitedly opened the crumpled canvas, his eyes were wet, and Fu Tao was almost dying in his mind. The former look was flooded with dead eyes.
It turned out that Fu Tao was unwilling to close his eyes when he died.
Jiang Minghao read the text on the canvas carefully. It was obvious that at this time a letter, a letter of apology, and the content of the letter was written to Fu Tao's father.
At this moment, Jiang Minghao finally understood why Fu Tao had such a big reaction when he mentioned Fu Zhonghua, and he finally understood why Fu Tao went crazy like a madman when he faced the Ouyang Hui incident. Having a seizure, imagine that the same tragedy appears twice in a row before the eyes of the same man. Who can bear it? What's more, he is still a warrior with strong bones, and a warrior with a bit of flesh.
Jiang Minghao looked at the words almost written with his own painstaking efforts, especially the words on the other dragon country, as if they were melted by water stains. Jiang Minghao knew from a glance that tears were dripping on the words at this time. Caused by.
In his mind, except for the pain and struggle in his heart when Fu Tao wrote this letter, he cried, and that kind of grievance, perhaps only those who have experienced like Jiang Minghao will understand.
I saw Jiang Minghao's hands holding the canvas trembling suddenly, and he fiercely grasped the letter in his hand, and the two exposed arms, the veins violently violently, perhaps because of anger. , Maybe because of excitement, maybe Jiang Minghao is making promises to Fu Tao in this way.
Just listen to Jiang Minghao biting his teeth fiercely, whispering in a voice almost gnashing his teeth:
"Fu Tao, my good brother, don't worry, I will hand this letter to your father. In addition, not only Boyev, but also Wu Qingqing’s hatred, Jiang Minghao will also take care of you. Reported!"
"Woohoo..."
At this moment, the surrounding vegetation swayed under a sudden breeze, as if Fu Tao's spirit in the sky had heard Jiang Minghao's promise and let the surrounding vegetation nod for him.
At this moment, Moore, who was enjoying the baptism of the stream, finally discovered the abnormality shown by Jiang Minghao, and asked strangely:
"Saber, what's the matter with you? What are you holding? Show me..."
As Moore said, he stretched out his hand to ask Jiang Minghao for it, but he didn't expect that when his hand was less than half out, Jiang Minghao suddenly turned his head, his eyes radiated cold light like two laser beams. Moore felt like he had been punched fiercely. He couldn't help but tremble all over, and the half-stretched hand immediately retracted.
At this moment, Jiang Minghao’s aura exuded from his body was like a towering mountain, so that Moore did not even dare to breathe the atmosphere. The twinkling eyes seemed to deliberately avoid Jiang Minghao’s two cold glows. He drew the stream water in a concealed manner with both hands, not daring to make a sound.
"It's nothing, you don't understand, and you don't understand!" Jiang Minghao saw Moore retract his hand, then slowly retracted his gaze, and replied with a cold voice like frost, and he was holding the canvas. Hands, folded this letter carefully.
Jiang Minghao's movements were very light, as light as he was comforting his own child. He carefully stuffed the trust that Fu Tao had placed in his life and soul back into the handle of the knife, then tightened the back cover, and then slowed down. Slowly inserted into his waist, ignoring the surprised Moore on the side, and pulled out a few grasses and trees, still in the flowing stream.
One piece············Two pieces···········Three roots··············
Every time Jiang Minghao threw the broken grass into the stream, watching the broken grass that fell under the water, he would stare at the military watch he had seized and observe for a while, as if he was calculating.
Because Moore was shocked by Jiang Minghao’s death-like eyes, although he was very confused, he shook his teeth and insisted on not asking. Although he knew that Jiang Minghao must have his own intentions when he did this. I really wanted to know the purpose of Jiang Minghao's doing this, but Moore still consciously did not ask.
Moore believed that if Jiang Minghao wanted to let him know, or wanted to teach him, he would definitely tell him why.
Finally, after Jiang Minghao threw the broken grass into the water for the fifth time and watched the military watch, he slowly stood up and looked around:
"Moore, fill up your kettle, we should go now!"
After Jiang Minghao finished, regardless of Moore who was loading water, he carried his backpack, picked up the Valmet sniper rifle, and walked upstream on his own.
"Wait..."
Moore yelled, pressing the kettle fiercely into the water, watching Jiang Minghao's back slowly blurring in the water vapor, he couldn't help muttering to himself:
"What the hell happened? Why does this guy's face turn faster than a book?"