His pupils suddenly shrank. Zhang Feng was unafraid of death. It could even be said that his character, which had never taken his own life seriously, completely exploded at this moment!
After being stunned for a moment, he decisively pulled the trigger.
Ange, on the other hand, dodges in his eyes. He doesn't want to die yet, or he is not mentally prepared to die with his enemy.
A little dodge will make the trigger pull half a beat faster. At this time, whoever is more afraid of death will die sooner!
clatter!
boom!
Two gunshots sounded almost at the same time!
Ange's eyes were fixed, and a black blood hole appeared between his eyebrows. From the blood hole, bright red blood flowed out like a spring, dripping down the bridge of his nose, cheeks, and from his chin.
The look in his eyes disappeared completely, and his body fell from the tree branch and hit the weeds on the ground.
Zhang Feng's chest was also rising and falling violently, and there was a burning scar on his left cheek, which was the trace of a bullet!
His Adam's apple rolled and he swallowed hard. Zhang Feng felt a chill on his back and cold sweat was already pouring down his face.
Although they are not afraid of death, no one wants to die, not An Ge, and neither does Zhang Feng!
But at the last moment, Zhang Feng did not escape and chose to die together! Ange finally chose to die together, but he hesitated and missed the opportunity to shoot Zhang Feng. The final outcome was that he died, while Zhang Feng had a false alarm!
Da da da…
A series of rapid gunshots sounded, bringing Zhang Feng, who was stunned, back to reality.
Licking his lips, he quickly disappeared into the jungle. Now that the opponent has lost its sniper, it is like a tiger that has lost its eyes and its sharpest fangs. Even if it is still strong, it can no longer hunt!
Huddled behind the tree, Zhang Feng held the tender white roots of the weeds pulled out from your land in his hands.
After stuffing it into his mouth and chewing it, his mouth was filled with an unbearable bitter taste.
After swallowing the chewed juice and spitting out the dry weeds, Zhang Feng had a headache. Are these pursuers crazy
It has been more than five hours since the sniper died, and more than a dozen people have died in a row, but they still refuse to give up the pursuit.
"What the hell! You really think I have a good temper, don't you? If you keep chasing me,
I will risk my life to fight you to the death! "Muttering a curse, he buried the weed roots mixed with saliva in the soil, stood up and continued to drill into the lush jungle.
—
Two days have passed since they were traveling through the lush jungle. The communication equipment has already exceeded the communication range and cannot receive messages from the King of Hell and others.
Zhang Feng estimated that by this time, they should have retreated from the chaotic place.
This is good news. Another good news is that the pursuers behind him finally retreated two hours ago.
Taking a precious chance to breathe, Zhang Feng sat on the root of a tree, his chest rising and falling violently.
There was no food in his stomach, and his stomach was already sunken with dryness.
The lack of salt made his expression even more distracted. Now he can finally understand what it was like for the Red Army to eat tree bark and boil leather belts when they were hungry during the Long March.
I dare not say anything else, but if there is a Manchu and Han banquet in front of him, Zhang Feng is confident that he can sweep it all away.
"Braised pork, boiled fish, hairy blood, roast chicken, roast duck..." Zhang Feng swallowed hard thinking about it.
The more he thought about it, the more the atmosphere got worse. He couldn't help but curse: "Kunsha, you'd better hide in a turtle shell like a bastard forever and don't let me find you! As soon as I find you, I will definitely smash your turtle shell." , and then make it into a nourishing soup!”
The grass in front of him trembled slightly, Zhang Feng's brows jumped, and he couldn't help but look happy!
pheasant!
He stood up slowly, for fear of disturbing the food delivered to his door.
He drew out his dagger and walked over quietly.
The pheasant, which was lowering its head to catch bugs, suddenly raised its head in alertness and turned its neck back and forth to search. At this moment, it felt a black shadow coming towards it and quickly waved its arms to escape.
But it's too late!
Zhang Feng's eyes were so hungry that he couldn't let him go! The sharp edge of the dagger sliced directly through the chicken's neck.
The chicken's head was immediately cut off and fell to the side, and blood spurted out of Lao Gao's neck.
He reached out and pinched the chicken's neck to prevent the blood from going to waste.
After a while, the decapitated chicken stopped struggling, and Zhang Feng muttered bitterly: "Made, I am going to become a savage who blows hair and drinks blood!"
He gritted his teeth and started swallowing the bloody chicken blood!
Blood stains flowed from the corners of Zhang Feng's mouth, and his mouth was filled with a fishy taste.
Although the beef was eaten raw during the selection, it was still cut into pieces! There is no stronger impact than drinking raw chicken blood.
Even with Zhang Feng's endurance, he couldn't help but feel his stomach churning.
Resisting the urge to vomit, he swallowed the chicken blood that rushed to his throat again. Although the taste is unbearable, it can provide yourself with moisture and the missing salt.
After taking a deep breath for a long time, the feeling of vomiting finally disappeared. Zhang Feng took a dagger and quickly skinned and deboned the pheasant weighing one kilogram in his hand!
They gathered dry weeds and branches to build a bonfire, stuck the pheasant on the dagger, and grilled it over the flames.
The plump pheasant slowly changes color and is sizzling with oil. Although it does not have any seasoning, it still exudes aroma.
Zhang Feng kept swallowing his saliva. Finally, when the chicken was cooked, he wolfed down the whole roasted chicken into his stomach.
—A month later!
Codenamed Viper, formerly known as Zhang Dashan, woke up in the Kyoto Military Region Hospital.
After lying on the hospital bed for a month, his originally skinny body gradually gained a lot of flesh, at least it no longer looked like a skeleton.
His body was covered with gauze, various tubes were inserted, and he wore an oxygen mask.
When the nurse watching him saw him waking up, he jumped up excitedly and wanted to scream, but quickly covered his mouth.
This is a patient who has been cared for personally by the commander of the military region. Otherwise, the hospital would not be able to arrange for nurses to work in three shifts and guard him 24 hours a day.
After hearing the dean's instructions, the nurse quickly ran out of the ward and rushed into the chief physician's office.
The director was looking at the cases when he heard the door banging. He frowned, looked at the nurse who rushed in, and said displeasedly: "How long have you been in the hospital? Why are you still so frizzy?"
The nurse had no time to explain and said hurriedly: "Wake up! Patient 226 is awake!"
"What?"
The chief physician was also stunned for a moment, then realized what he was doing and rushed out of the office at almost a hundred meters sprinting speed, shouting as he ran: "Notify the dean immediately!"