Rozim kept walking deeper into the jungle, occasionally climbing up steep and rocky ridges. Only someone with superhuman physical strength and endurance like him could trek through the jungle carrying a lot of things.
Under the canopy of trees, the jungle seems to have no day or night, making it difficult to tell the time.
Rozim has an old watch with a black rubber band connected to the steel clock face, but since entering the planet's surface, the clock reading has been blank, nothing, no time mark, or even no time at all, nothing. , only flashing runes.
The mountain wind coiled around the tree canopy like a swarm of snakes, carrying intermittent rain that tasted like blood.
"What does this smell like?"
Rozim said, bringing his finger close to his lips, and then felt a little nauseous.
He kept his gun steady, which was reassuring, more reassuring than the kitchen banter.
Guns are strong and reliable. They are simply the last strong and reliable thing in the world, no matter which world they are in.
He likes this modified melt gun very much. It has a wooden stock and body, as well as blue steel accessories. It is spotless and smooth as new. It is not the kind that is worn out and passed down after being used by others. .
In addition, there is an automatic pistol on his waist, which, like the melt, comes from Loken's workshop.
After leaving the ridge, Rozim passed through another chasm.
It was a lowland, a swamp, and there had been a battle, a terrible encounter, over overgrown dykes and water-filled channels.
There were human corpses everywhere, most of them had been dead for two or three days, black and swollen due to heat.
The uniforms they wore did not belong to the unit Rozim knew. He guessed that they were local guardsmen who fled into the jungle after their defeat, where they eventually died.
"We are all Imperials."
Rozim passed over the corpse and said in a low voice:
"You help me, I'll help you, don't blame anyone -"
Then he bent down and pulled out a stack of dog tags from under a swollen throat.
"Yawen, 61st Reserve Infantry Regiment."
He sighed, then touched the corpse's coat pocket and pulled out a silver pocket watch.
"You won't need it anyway, right, buddy."
There were at least thirty corpses scattered everywhere, some on the ground, some in streams, and some in ditches.
"Logically speaking, I should help you bury it, but now I'm in a hurry and I've memorized the coordinates. Someone will come to help you clean it up in the future...probably."
Rozim said sincerely, then bent down, took a grenade from the ammunition belt of the corpse, and checked whether it could be used normally.
As he continued deeper into the jungle, the moisture became heavier and heavier, seeming to seep into his bones. Water droplets covered his clothes, sparkling like diamonds.
This rainforest seems to be endless, with water between the trees, like an endless emerald dusk, and the whole person is buried in the emerald darkness from the knees down.
Dim sunlight penetrated the heavy tree canopy like a dying candle, emerald green velvet-like moss wrapped around the tree trunks and half-sunk logs, and the air was filled with a rotten smell that tightened the throat.
Winged insects, each like a watchmaker's delicate work, flapped over his head, swirled, and sped away again.
Rozim's sweaty palms gripped the gun uneasily. The rainforest was not a good place to fight. He had never liked jungle warfare.
He walked and stopped, stopping from time to time to observe his surroundings and determine his own coordinates to prevent his route from deviating.
"This damn place."
Just as he was complaining, suddenly everything fell silent.
It was scary, and he didn't realize until everything was quiet that the rainforest was filled with noise: the buzz of insects, the rush of water, the cracking of shrubs, the chirping of amphibians, the sounds of birds. The cry.
Only when everything came to a screeching halt did he realize how painful it was to be away from those sounds.
He stayed still, straining his ears for the sounds to come back.
But instinct told Rozim that danger was approaching, and he raised a hand, turned slowly, and aimed his gun, his movement producing only the faintest rumble of water near his shins.
grumble--!
There was a scream, and something rushed out of the woods behind him.
That thing was about half the size of a human, similar to a sphere, but its legs were slightly shorter than human standards and it had no arms. The whole body had no head and neck. Except for the small dark yellow eyes, it was a huge mouth full of predators. Only sharp teeth.
It rushed and screamed, and the water splashed and turned into mist.
Then he jumped over a half-heavy log and opened his huge mouth forward.
"Do it!"
Rozim fired decisively, and a scorching torrent suddenly hit its torso. The monster's body immediately bent backwards and fell into the green pool, with water splashing everywhere.
It only struggled for a few seconds and then fell completely silent.
"What the hell is that-"
Just as Rozim was about to observe, another monster rushed over, then another, and then a fifth.
They burst out of the topaz shadows, screaming, heedless of the fate that befell the first.
"Ri Ke Mao!!"
Rozim retreated while firing, targeting many targets.
An ordinary person would certainly not be able to defeat so many enemies by himself, but Rozim was experienced in many battles.
He shot one cleanly, and the injured creature fell screaming and sank into the darkness, but the others caught up.
Their teeth are yellow bone and their throats are red.
Rozim moved like wind, took a look at the remaining ammunition, then turned around and fired again.
One fell, then another.
Then he took out his pistol and killed another one.
But then a sixth one appeared, a monster that was too close and he failed to hit it.
The guy stretched out his sharp teeth and wanted to rip his throat out.
Rozim ducked down as fast as lightning, then lifted the monster before it could stand again, and threw it like a scarecrow.
Finally, he shot the monster twice with his pistol.
Silence enveloped everything again, except for the sound of his rapid breathing and the tapping of fallen leaves and bark fragments.
Then the noise in the rainforest returned, as if it had never left.
Rozim took a long breath and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
After all this hard work, he was tired and hungry, so he had to find a place to sit down.
"I'm so hungry... I should have eaten some lunch before going out..."
Rozim, whose stomach was growling, suddenly stared at the box he placed on the ground.
"There are so many...eating a few...should..."
Thinking about it, he slowly reached for his box.
A few minutes later, when he was almost done eating and closing the box again, a voice suddenly sounded.
"Hello!"
