It was exactly noon when Wen Ziqing led twenty special forces soldiers into the "Forest of Death".
The war situation is not optimistic. Wen Ziqing and his men must cross the "Forest of Death" to reach the enemy's ammunition depot before nightfall, and blow up the enemy's ammunition depot before dawn. Both of these tasks are not easy to do.
As soon as Wen Ziqing entered the jungle, he smelled the odor of rotting leaves. Perhaps because no one had been walking in the jungle for a long time, the fallen leaves piled up five or six centimeters thick, and the soldiers' boots rustled on them.
Even during the day, the light in the jungle was dim. Dense branches completely obscured the sky, leaving only a few patches of sky visible. Sunlight filtered through the gaps, illuminating the rotting leaves on the ground and creating a faint, unpleasant mist.
The "Forest of Death" not only contained numerous poisonous creatures but also contained several troublesome swamps. This was one of the reasons why Wen Ziqing chose to enter the jungle during the day. The jungle was pitch black at night, and to avoid alerting the enemy, Wen Ziqing and his companions could not light fires or use any other tools during their journey. If they were not careful, they could easily stumble into the swamp, making it many times more dangerous than during the day.
Speaking of which, the "Miasma-Breaking Pill" Zhou Yuanyuan gave him really works. A few days ago, Wen Ziqing was leading a soldier on a reconnaissance mission when he was bitten by a highly venomous five-step snake, and the wound instantly turned purple. Wen Ziqing followed Zhou Yuanyuan's instructions, scraping a little powder off the round, longan-sized pill and stuffing it into the soldier's mouth. After drinking it with water, the poison was immediately dispelled.
If Wen Ziqing didn't have the "Breaking Miasma Pill" in his hand, he really wouldn't dare to lead the soldiers on this road.
For the safety of the soldiers, Wen Ziqing led the way with the "Breaking Miasma Pill" in his hand. Sure enough, the poisonous snakes and scorpions in the jungle hurriedly avoided them before Wen Ziqing got close.
This elixir is truly a treasure from heaven. I wonder if Grandpa Zhao scolded the little girl after she gave him her precious gift? Thinking of Zhou Yuanyuan, Wen Ziqing felt both worried and sweet. Before leaving, the scene of Zhou Yuanyuan busily preparing things for him was like a picture engraved in Wen Ziqing's mind, appearing several times a day. Since learning about their engagement, Wen Ziqing usually behaved indifferently, but his eyes kept wandering around Zhou Yuanyuan without realizing it. Unconsciously, Zhou Yuanyuan's voice, appearance, and smile had already deeply entered his heart.
For the past three months, Wen Ziqing had written to Zhou Yuanyuan whenever he had free time, but he hadn't had the chance to mail any of them yet. He planned to go to town and mail the letters when he got his day off, and also give Zhou Yuanyuan a call while he was there. He wondered if Zhou Yuanyuan was doing well these days. Had she been accepting anything from anyone else? The little girl, so young, surely didn't understand how adorable she was in the eyes of others.
Wen Ziqing recalled the pale blue aircraft carrier model in Zhou Yuanyuan's hand, and a pang of sadness welled up in his heart. Last time, time was tight, and Wen Ziqing hadn't had time to ask Zhou Yuanyuan who had given the aircraft carrier model to the little girl. Perhaps it was a boy!
With Wen Ziqing leading the way, the team of soldiers walked smoothly along the way. Seeing that they would be out of the jungle in half an hour, Wen Ziqing felt a surge of joy in his heart.
"Help, help!"
More than a hundred meters away from Wen Ziqing and the others, a woman's cry for help was heard.
"Boss, what should we do?" asked Wang Xuyang, the soldier following behind Wen Ziqing. It was obvious that everyone heard the woman's cry for help.
"The mission is important," Wen Ziqing said calmly, signaling the soldiers behind him to hurry on. Their mission was too important, affecting thousands of lives on the front lines. Wen Ziqing didn't dare risk being discovered by the enemy to save them. Besides, what kind of place was this? The Forest of Death! Isn't it strange to hear a woman crying for help?
"Boss, you really don't care?" Wang Xuyang asked persistently.
"Yeah." At this point, Wen Ziqing didn't even want to talk. Wen Ziqing didn't understand what Wang Xuyang meant by asking this, but it was clear that Wang Xuyang was pressing him for an answer with ill intentions. He said he'd intervene? They were in a precarious situation, so how could he intervene? He said he'd leave them alone? Was he going to make Wen Ziqing look like someone who didn't help? Although Wen Ziqing didn't care what others said about him, there were some things he didn't want to be foolishly exploited if he could avoid them.
This Wang Xuyang was a soldier in Zhou Zhixin's special forces corps, and Wen Ziqing had never met him before. Before the mission, Wen Ziqing didn't select any personnel; the entire team led by Wang Xuyang followed him. Along the way, Wen Ziqing felt a faint sense of malice lingering on his back. At first, this malice wasn't very obvious, but as Wang Xuyang got closer, the feeling grew stronger.
Wen Ziqing's sixth sense had always been sharp. In his previous life, he had relied on it to avoid many crises. Wen Ziqing couldn't help but suspect that Wang Xuyang really had ill intentions towards him, though he couldn't find any way he had offended Wang Xuyang.
As the soldiers quickened their pace, the woman's cries for help gradually faded away.
Wen Ziqing didn't say anything, but just kept his head down and led everyone on their journey.
The soldiers in the squad were silent. On a mission, following orders was paramount. What was the most frightening thing on the battlefield? Everyone had their own agenda. Their squad's mission was crucial. Who was the woman? What had happened to her? These questions lay beyond their scope. Sometimes, a small mishap could affect the outcome of their mission, a risk they couldn't take.
After Wen Ziqing fell silent, Wang Xuyang also fell silent. Although Wang Xuyang hated Wen Ziqing, he also knew that some things were beyond his current ability. He just wanted everyone to know that Wen Ziqing was a cold-blooded and heartless person, and he could deal with other things later.
Suddenly, Wen Ziqing made a gesture, signaling everyone to stop.
They were two hundred meters from the jungle's exit. Wen Ziqing listened for half a minute, but the jungle was completely silent. Just half a minute ago, Wen Ziqing could hear the rustling of snakes and insects dodging through the bushes. The sudden silence made the hairs on his back stand on end.
A few seconds later, the snakes, insects, rats and ants in the jungle resumed their movements, and Wen Ziqing finally let go of his heavy heart.
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