In the vast jungle, it was difficult to identify the direction. Zhang Feng could only lock in one direction and keep moving forward.
Within a month, Zhang Feng completely turned into a savage, and all his food and fresh water came from the jungle.
The camouflage uniform on his body was already so dirty that his original appearance could not be seen, and his short and strong hair was also growing long at the moment, and it was as messy as a chicken coop on the top of his head.
The food he finally obtained was only enough to survive and lacked nutrients. His body became thinner and thinner, with prominent cheekbones and sunken cheeks.
"Made, why is there no end to this jungle? I still don't believe it!" Zhang Feng cursed.
There is no one to talk to and communicate with for a month, and you can only talk to yourself, otherwise the oppressive jungle and the pressure of not knowing when you will get out of the jungle can drive a person crazy.
Just as he sat down to rest, Zhang Feng slowly closed his eyes and suddenly opened them.
"The sound of water flowing?" Zhang Feng said in surprise. He stood up suddenly. He seemed to hear the sound of water flowing just now.
In ancient times, humans and animals lived in water. Where there is running water, there must be an end, and the possibility of finding a gathering place is greater!
He was ecstatic in his heart, but Zhang Feng did not act rashly. People can have hallucinations.
If the sound of water flowing is just an illusion and you go looking for it on your own, you may have to walk ten or even dozens of miles more on the mountain road.
Now every ounce of physical strength is extremely precious and cannot be wasted, otherwise it is very likely to die in this vast jungle.
Wild beasts are rampant here, and scavengers appear from time to time. It is definitely not a good place to bury bones.
Vultures and hyenas will eat the carcass clean, leaving only the bare bones.
Take a deep breath to adjust your mentality and listen quietly.
The wind blows through the jungle, the rustling of branches and leaves, the roar of wild animals, and the chirping of insects and birds are mixed together...
Three minutes later, Zhang Feng's face bloomed with an expression of joy. He was already sure that the sound of water flowing just heard was not an illusion!
The sound of water flowing was obscured among the chaotic sounds, but you can still detect it if you look carefully.
After resting on the spot for a while, his physical strength recovered a little, Zhang Feng trudged in the direction of the sound of water flow.
After walking for three hours, Zhang Feng finally
Yu got his wish and saw the river.
The river bed is three meters wide, and the water flow is not very fast. More importantly, the river water is fresh water and can be drank directly.
He couldn't wait to pick up the water with his hands and put it into his mouth. It was refreshing and slightly sweet.
"This is such a perfect path! It seems that God still doesn't want to accept me! Hahaha!" Zhang Feng laughed wildly.
After washing his face and hair, Zhang Feng finally revealed his true colors.
In half a day, Zhang Feng had daggers to hang off tree trunks as thick as his arms, and tough rattans to tie them into rafts.
He put the raft into the water, made sure it could bear his own weight, and then dragged it to the shore again.
It’s even harder to get food in the water, and you don’t know how long it will take to see people while drifting along the river. You must store enough food!
Bird eggs, small beasts, high-protein maggots, and plant roots containing water and trace elements have all become his food reserves.
Roast the skin and meat of wild animals into dried meat so that it can be preserved for a longer time. Otherwise, it will rot and fester in a few hours in the humid and warm jungle.
I stuffed the prepared things into my backpack and had a good night's rest.
The next day, it was still dark, Zhang Feng had already woken up, stuffed two pieces of dried meat into his mouth, and drank two sips of river water, which was considered breakfast.
He put the raft into the river, sat on the raft, and paddled continuously with his own paddle, and began his journey of floating on the water.
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Another half month passed. Chai Chong and Wen Kaiqi's injuries had basically recovered and they could be discharged from the hospital. However, they did not feel excited at all. Instead, they looked gloomy.
The King of Hell who came to pick them up from the hospital brought news that Zhang Feng still had no news and did not know whether he was alive or dead.
They all had an ominous premonition in their hearts. Before Zhang Feng went to lure away the pursuers, he left all the supplies that belonged to him.
Facing dozens of times the enemy's pursuit, without food or fresh water, it's easy to imagine how difficult it is to survive in the jungle.
"Is Zhang Feng going to be okay?" Wen Kaiqi asked softly, then nodded and said to himself: "Zhang Feng is so naughty, he will definitely be fine."
"Yes! It will be okay! There is no bad news coming back now.
That means it’s good news! "Chai Chong also comforted himself.
The King of Hell nodded and said, "Zhang Feng will be fine! I believe it!"
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In another ward of the Kyoto Military Region Hospital, Zhang Dashan was sitting half-reclined on the bed.
His trauma was no longer serious under careful care, but the psychological trauma of being an undercover agent in the chaotic land for nearly twenty years could not be healed in a short time.
Mr. Long asked the security guard to stay in the corridor and opened the door alone and walked into the ward.
Looking at the once high-spirited but now gray-haired old regiment leader whom he hadn't seen for twenty years, Zhang Dashan felt a little moved. The corners of his mouth moved, and he opened his mouth, but for a long time he didn't know what to say
Mr. Long pulled a chair over, sat beside the hospital bed, and said, "Da Shan, I can't help you! I didn't take good care of your wife and children!"
Zhang Dashan nodded slightly. He had heard about the death of his wife more than ten years ago, and he also had a son.
"Captain, where is my son?" Zhang Dashan looked a little dull.
"The person who rescued you is your son! Now... life or death is unknown!" Mr. Long said with some difficulty, but did not hide anything.
Zhang Dashan turned his head blankly and looked at Mr. Long, his dull and cloudy eyes filled with tears, "He is my son?"
He finally understood why the soldiers who swam over shed tears when he was hung in the water prison, because he was his biological father.
"I'm sorry, Dashan, I have ordered the military region to make every effort to find the whereabouts of your son Zhang Feng." Elder Long apologized again.
Zhang Dashan's eyes were staring straight ahead, seemingly unable to move, and tears fell silently from his eyes.
His heart felt like a knife was stuck in it. He regretted that he should not have accepted the undercover mission twenty years ago when his son was just born. He had been there for twenty years!
If he had not accepted the mission, his wife might not have died, and his son might not have been missing because he saved her, and his life and death would not be unknown.
Elder Long stood up and felt heartbroken when he looked at the best soldier under his command.
"Zhang Dashan!" Mr. Long shouted angrily.
Zhang Dashan, who was sitting on the bed, stood up from the hospital bed with a conditioned reflex just like he did twenty years ago. He stood at attention in a standard military posture and said, "Here we come!"