Chapter Forty-six

  One of the most feared things in a solo wilderness project is being unable to arrive at the rendezvous point on time, which means one step wrong and everything goes wrong!

  Once the contact point is withdrawn on time, according to the rules of the exercise, it will move twice the distance in parallel or vertically. It's hard to find in the dense forest, not to mention that this double distance is enough to make people dizzy.

  Delayed for the third time to arrive at the rendezvous point on time, it's estimated that there is no hope of completing this solo wilderness survival, and can only pull out a distress signal waiting for the pirated Black Hawk to come and rescue.

  In front of me, the creek valley is about 30 meters wide. Normally, I wouldn't even think twice and just jump into the water, swim a few strokes, and get across. But today, this flood came at the worst possible time, and the current is especially fierce.

  Take a closer look at the water, withered branches, dead leaves, tree trunks and even boulders the size of mats are rolling on the surface and underwater. If I were to jump in now and force my way across, even if I weren't swept away by the rapid currents, I'd probably be smashed by those heavy objects in the water until I suffered internal injuries and organ damage.

  But I have only one more hour left and I must go past it!

  Looked at the opposite side of the stream, there seemed to be a more robust big tree, looked at the rope in my hand and it was about the same length, so I found a stone and added several sturdy branches to make a simple pulley.

  Sometimes when I watch movies and TV shows, those guys holding grappling hooks look pretty cool. They casually throw the thing, no matter how high the building is or if there's a suitable position to borrow force on the roof, and then they just grab the rope and start climbing. It makes me want to laugh a little.

  I think the guy who made that movie must have watched too many martial arts films and hasn't gone out to practice much, which is how he came up with this idea. Not to mention anything else, even if it's just that iron anchor hanging easily, as long as a person borrows some force and swings it around, there's no guarantee the anchor won't come loose. At that time, climbing halfway up the building and having the anchor come loose would be like being a real-life flying man...

  Anyway, I threw that hastily made pendant for at least ten minutes before it finally got stuck in a tree fork and looked relatively stable.

  I gathered up everything on me and tied the rope around my waist. I steeled myself and took a leap into the water.

  Suddenly, the rope was pulled straight and swayed back and forth, making my heart nervous.

  The power of the flood, all the brothers who have been through the flood know. The tall and strong men stood in a row, hand in hand, were blown away by the big waves, let alone I was alone in such a narrow flood channel.

  I didn't even have time to swim, let alone not being able to swim. The floodwaters rushed me into a series of continuous flips and then I crashed into a rock by the creek.

  Thanks to those brothers from the steel company in the north!

  Your craftsmanship is top-notch! The stuff you've made is absolutely fantastic, no need to say more. That's solidly built and absolutely sharp!

  If it weren't for the dagger hanging from my waist, I would have been knocked into a lumbar disc dislocation on the spot, which was completely impossible. But even if that dagger had blocked it for a moment, the force of the impact still made me fully appreciate what is meant by the power of heaven and earth.

  At that time, I felt sweetness in my throat. The stars in front of me were really struggling to climb to the shore. I was completely numb all over and couldn't use any strength at all.

  The rainwater pouring down from the treetops poured down on me, hitting my face. I wanted to hide but couldn't, and that numb feeling was getting worse and worse. I didn't even have the strength to roll my eyeballs. All I could do was lie there with my eyes closed like a dead person.

  The flood in the creek is still rising and rushing towards where I'm lying at an incredibly fast speed. Judging from its momentum, I estimate that within half an hour, I'll be completely submerged in water and drowned alive.

  Am I going to die?

  Am I going to die like this in this ditch?

  I traveled thousands of miles to join the army, I trained desperately for over a year. My squad leader said I had potential, my instructor said although I was a bit of a troublemaker, I was still a decent one, but now I'm going to die?

  My parents have fed me rice for twenty-one years, but I haven't taken good care of them yet. I haven't had a proper romance, married a wife, or had children. There are still so many brothers waiting for me to return home and brag about my exploits. What's the point of being an elite soldier? What's the use of being a tough guy? But I ended up dying like this?

  I can't!

  My hands and feet are immobile, so I'll swing my neck and shoulders. I can move an inch, that's an inch. As long as I still have breath, I want to struggle, I won't accept fate, I want to fight this valley, I want to fight this flood, I also want to fight the heaven that torments me!

  I'm going to fight you to the death!

  Heaven didn't give me the chance to fight with him, or rather, those big shots carrying gold stars on their shoulders didn't want me to be foolishly fighting alone with heaven.

  I had probably wandered around for about ten minutes, and the water in the valley had already soaked up to my waist when two brothers, drenched from head to toe and wearing jungle camouflage jackets, suddenly darted out from beside me and dragged me into a shelter that was completely invisible.

  To say the least, this deadly conference does have a death toll, but those big shots with stars on their shoulders, who would be willing to let these sturdy young men under their command really lose their lives?

  From a silly child to a soldier, and from a recruit to the sharp blade of the army, brothers are practicing with their lives, but those shoulder stars are even more heart-wrenching.

  Especially those older military commanders, looking at these robust young men is just like looking at their own sons, except for the strictness, it's that kind of heart-wrenching concern.

  Can't just watch as the soldiers under his command meet with unexpected circumstances?

  It's such a pity!

  So around and behind us, there are those experienced veteran brothers secretly observing, if something unexpected happens, the veteran brothers will lend a hand.

  But I didn't know about this situation!

  I was dragged into that observation bunker by two old soldier brothers, and before they even spoke, they started stripping off my clothes and pants. I was so anxious at the time.

  Isn't it too poisonous?

  Even if I spoke carelessly and offended many veteran brothers, you don't have to make me do a naked run as an apology, can't you choose another time?

  I'm paralyzed, I couldn't resist, as soon as I got anxious, I started scolding them. I said you two are also veterans, how can you be so cruel? How can you take advantage of others' difficulties? Can't you see that I'm paralyzed?

  Two old soldier brothers estimated that I was scolded and the two of them looked at each other and said, "Is this new recruit dizzy or scared stupid?" Why does this sound so awkward?

  Has this kid bumped his head or something?