Chapter Forty-Five

  Actually, when everyone gathers together, they all bring their own familiar equipment, even some non-standard equipment. Apart from exchanging experiences, it's all preparation for the final group showdown.

  However, in some previous projects, in order to fairly show everyone's level, all equipment was uniformly distributed, and also to avoid people gossiping at the end.

  After the inspection, everyone changed into brand new equipment. Then each person was given a map that looked like a ghost painting, a multi-tool watch, a dagger, a rope, and three distress signal flares, and they rushed towards the pirated Black Hawk, which directly threw them into the jungle.

  Within seven days, without supplies or reinforcements, and carrying extra gear, find eight contact points to retrieve evidence and arrive at the designated assembly point on time.

  To be honest, these are all just some ordinary projects at least in our eyes.

  Sometimes it's just that I'm afraid these military officers who have been fighting and playing with oil for a long time will come up with some shameless ideas...

  The place where I was thrown down happened to be a small stream valley, and when I landed, I saw Gangming brother making several mouth shapes towards me without revealing any signs.

  I know it's tactical lip language, which means don't panic and also tells me there will be rain tonight.

  That's to say, after landing, I have to hurry up and avoid the valley and walk along the mountain ridge. Moreover, my movements must be quick, otherwise when the flood comes, I will become a hundred or so pounds of stinky meat floating in the creek.

  By the way, this dead-end match has a certain death index. After all, the Nujiang Canyon is a place with treacherous terrain and complex weather conditions. It's not easy to encounter landslides or other disasters, even heavenly soldiers and generals would be powerless!

  I sized up the mountain's terrain and chose a slope with some vegetation to start climbing towards the ridge, but I only made it a few steps before sliding back down into the valley.

  This jungle area's steep slope is really annoying to the extreme. Looking at it, there's vegetation coverage and those vines and grasses can still grab onto and borrow strength, but as soon as you slightly grasp with your hand or push with your foot, the grass and vines either break off or get pulled out by the roots.

  And those soft and rotten soils are almost as slippery as oil, my boots just stepped on it and slipped out I'm a monkey, I also need a place to step on and make an effort...

  If I couldn't climb up, then I could only hurry along the valley towards the location of the first contact point, and take the opportunity to look for a place with easier terrain to quickly avoid the valley that might flood at any time.

  Now I think about it, I was really childish to the extreme!

  Almost every personnel drop point was repeatedly selected by the commanders of those combat troops, and at least several places were eerie terrain with good geomorphology, and some places were even absolute land.

  Everyone knows that these young and strong military uncles are the top-notch people in the army, each with their own unique skills and basically all of them have experienced bloodshed and played with their lives. If they were to find a project without difficulty and let these military uncles practice and easily pass it, who knows, maybe their eyeballs would grow on top of their heads!

  It turns out that this martial arts conference is just calling us tough guys to gather together and practice, but in fact, there's another meaning, which is to knock down our arrogance, don't think that just because you have a little skill, you're invincible.

  There are no roads in the jungle valley, and they are all round stones covered with moss. One step at a time, not to mention that even a slight bump can cause a hard impact that makes people grit their teeth.

  I hadn't walked two kilometers yet, and both of my legs were covered in bruises, especially around the knees which had swollen into big buns.

  I stopped to find a stone to sit down and rest for a while. I felt that if I continued walking like this, in less than two hours, I would only be able to crawl. At that time, let alone reaching the first contact point, I estimated that I really had the opportunity to become a rotten meat in the stream!

  I'm not afraid of people saying I'm useless. At that time, I really did have the idea to pull the life buoy and I really did grab it in my hands.

  I'm not afraid of death, I really am not afraid of death, but I cannot die in such a damn ditch. I should have died on the battlefield and made a big stir, best to be famous all over the world as a revolutionary martyr's monument with my name on it, at least there should be a place for me to scatter my ashes.

  This is just a drill, not war. To put it bluntly, everyone's just having fun. Besides, every year someone pulls the emergency parachute, I'm not the first and definitely won't be the last. I want to get out of this damn place alive.

  Up to now, I still want to thank the guy who opened the pirated Black Hawk! I only know that there is a five-star and a number on the pirated Black Hawk, but I don't even know what the guy who opened the pirated Black Hawk looks like.

  When those guys flew the pirated Black Hawk over my head, the rotor airflow blew up a wave that splashed water all over me like raindrops, giving me a sudden chill.

  What the hell is this supposed to be?

  Not fighting I just think of dodging and shirking, I just think of being sly and cunning?

  That's a real war, and if I encountered even more treacherous terrain than this, and an even more difficult environment, wouldn't I have become a deserter just to save my own skin?

  Is this giving myself an excuse for betraying and becoming a traitor?

  Isn't it just one life?

  I really don't believe I can't get through this damn creek valley with just one life!

  I stood up and chopped down a tree trunk with one knife. I continued walking. I'm not afraid of falling, I'm not afraid of pain, I just fought against this damn terrain!

  Sometimes, a person can really hold their breath and make a difference! And sometimes, good luck is just because people persisted for another moment, and it really appeared.

  After persisting for more than an hour, a gentle slope suddenly appeared at the bend of the valley, and it was that kind of slope full of small pebbles.

  Such a gentle slope, in my opinion, is almost the same as the golden light avenue. Moreover, when I walked to the top of the slope with that tree trunk, I suddenly saw three big trees standing shoulder to shoulder not far away.

  My first contact, appeared in front of me with a big smile. But...

  To all of you commanding officers out there, I really want to ask about your wife!

  Why didn't you just put the contact object under the tree? Why did you hang it on the tree and so high? I finally managed to get out of the valley, do I have to learn to climb trees like a monkey?

  With my current legs and physical strength, I climb trees?

  I'm still pretty good at climbing trees!

  Before I could finish complaining, a strange gust of wind blew by and then dark clouds rolled in with heavy rain pouring down.

  Luckily, thanks to Brother Kangming's reminder!

  In less than half an hour, a loud noise suddenly came from the gentle-looking valley, and then the floodwaters roared down with a strange cry.

  As I looked at the map, I broke out in a cold sweat all over.

  I really thought good luck had arrived, but I didn't expect...

  My second contact is just across the creek valley and will be withdrawn in two hours!

  Climbing trees has been my weakness since I was a mischievous kid and continued even after I joined the army.

  When I was a kid, although my family wasn't well-off, there were some relatives in Shanghai who spoiled me so much that after eating chocolate, I would roll around on the streets like a ball.

  Because of this, my nickname in elementary school was --- bubble.

  After becoming a soldier, although I have been training for a long time, the gravity of this place seems to be against me. Every time I climb and train, I barely pass, and I've never appeared on the list of excellent soldiers.

  This is a tree with rough bark, and I can barely climb up. But this is actually an tung oil tree, and the bark is covered with moss and other things, almost as if it had been oiled.

  Time waits for no man, I can only stake my life and play a game!

  I simply threw a rope over a sturdy-looking branch of the tung tree and made a noose, then I started to wrestle with this tung tree.

  It seemed like the heavens were against me, and just as I was climbing the tree, the rain got heavier. When I climbed halfway up, I felt the rope in my hand suddenly slip, and I fell straight down from mid-air.

  I remember that divers are most afraid of losing balance all at once and slapping their whole body on the water surface, right?

  That sudden shock really can knock a sturdy guy out cold in an instant!

  And I just slapped it down like that, and it was on hard ground.

  I heard all the bones in my body crack at the same time, and my brain was buzzing with effort.

  I don't feel any pain, but I'm already in a completely dazed state of mind.

  I want to take a rest for a while.

  See you soon.

  I'm so exhausted that I don't even have the energy to move my neck, even with my face in a puddle of mud.

  My eyes can only see a small puddle in front of me, and I even saw a black ant struggling desperately in the puddle, trying to get back onto the already damp and soft mud.

  Time and time again, the ant struggled in front of my eyes. Every time the ant was about to escape, a drop or several drops of sudden rain would play a trick on it, knocking it back into the center of the puddle.

  No one can help that ant, just like no one can help me.

  I feel like I've been lying on the ground for a whole century.

  Until the ant finally crawled out of the puddle and hurriedly crawled towards its own nest.

  It succeeded.

  I can too.

  I don't know how I climbed up?

  I just remember I grabbed the rope and climbed up the tree with a wobbly motion, biting my teeth.

  I succeeded.

  After I fell six times, I grabbed the card of the first contact point.

  I was like a gibbon who had climbed to the top of a tree, yelling wildly in the wind and rain.

  I succeeded!