Chapter 658 Dark Jungle
Rozim kept walking deep into the jungle, occasionally climbing up steep and rocky ridges. Only someone with superhuman physical strength and endurance like him could carry a lot of things on his back. Trekking in the jungle.
Under the cover of the tree canopy, the jungle seems to have no day or night, making it difficult to judge the time.
Rozim has an old-style watch with a black rubber band connected to the steel clock face. However, since entering the planet's surface, the clock reading has been blank, empty, no time mark, or even no time mark at all. There was no time, nothing, just flickering runes.
The wind in the mountains wraps around the tree crowns like a swarm of snakes, carrying intermittent rain that tastes 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 to him, more reassuring than the kitchen banter.
A gun is strong and reliable. It is simply the last strong and reliable thing in the world, no matter which world it is in.
He likes this modified hot-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 old and worn-out one that others have. Used and passed down.
In addition, there is an automatic pistol on his waist, which like the melta comes from Loken's workshop.
After leaving the ridge, Rozim passed through another chasm.
There was a lowland, a swamp, where a battle had taken place, a terrible encounter, over overgrown dykes and water-filled channels.
Everywhere you look there are human corpses. Most of them have been dead for two or three days and have become black and swollen due to heat.
The uniforms they wore did not belong to the unit that Rozim knew. He guessed that they were local guards who fled into the jungle after being defeated, where they eventually died.
"Everyone is from the Empire."
Rozim said quietly as he walked over the corpse:
"You help me, I'll help you, don't blame anyone— —”
Then he bent down and pulled out a pile of dog tags from under a swollen throat.
"Yarvin, 61st Reserve Infantry Regiment."
He sighed, then touched the corpse's coat pocket and pulled out a silver pocket watch.
"You won't be of use anyway, right, buddy."
At least thirty corpses are scattered everywhere, some on the ground and some in the creek. , some in the ditch.
"Logically speaking, I should help you bury it, but now I am in a hurry and I have memorized the coordinates. Someone will probably help you clean up in the future."
Rozim said He 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 below the knees.
The 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 exquisite masterpiece, flapped their wings and flew over his head, swirling, then speeding away.
Rozim's sweaty palms grasped the gun uneasily. The rainforest was not a good place for fighting. 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 ghost place.”
While complaining, suddenly everything fell silent.
It was scary. He didn't realize until everything was quiet that the rainforest was full of noise: the buzzing of insects, the rushing of water, the crackling of shrubs, the sound of amphibians. The squeaking, the chirping of birds.
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, so he raised a hand, turned slowly, and aimed his gun, and his movement only produced the most impact in the water near his shin. Slight sound of water flowing. grumble--!
With a scream, something rushed out from the forest behind him.
That thing is half the size of a human, similar to a sphere, but its legs are slightly shorter than human standards and it has no arms. The whole body has no head and neck, except for a small dark yellow The eyes are like huge mouths filled with fangs and sharp teeth only found in carnivores.
It rushed and screamed, and the water splashed and turned into mist.
Then he jumped over a half-sunken 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. Water splashed 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, with no regard for the fate of the first.
"Ri Ke Mao!!"
Rozim retreated while firing, targeting many targets.
An ordinary person would definitely not be able to defeat so many enemies by himself, but Rozim was experienced in many battles.
He shot one cleanly. The injured little monster screamed and fell down into the darkness, but the others made up for it.
Their teeth are yellow bones and their throats are red.
Rozim shifted like a wind. After taking a look at the remaining ammunition, he turned around and fired again.
One fell, and 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 before the monster stood up again, he lifted it up and threw it out, 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 time, he was tired and hungry, so he had to find a place to sit down.
“I was so hungry that I would have eaten some lunch before going out.”
Rozim, whose stomach was growling, suddenly stared at the box he placed on the ground.
"I should eat a few of these."
Thinking, he slowly reached out to his box.
A few minutes later, when he was almost finished eating and closing the box again, a voice suddenly sounded.
“Hey!”
(End of this chapter)