Super Special Forces King

Chapter 118

In the vast jungle, the direction is difficult to distinguish, Zhang Feng can only lock in one direction and keep moving forward.

Within a month, Zhang Feng completely turned into a savage, and all his food and fresh water came from the jungle.

The camouflage uniform on her body was already dirty and she couldn't see her original face, and her short hair was also stretched out at this moment, and she was messed up on top of her head like a chicken coop.

The food he finally got was only able to survive, lacking in nutrients, his body became thinner, his cheekbones protruding, and his cheeks sunken in.

"Mad, how come this jungle hasn't ended yet? I don't believe it anymore, Lao Tzu!" Zhang Feng cursed.

No one can talk and communicate for a month, but can only talk to oneself, otherwise the pressure of the depressed jungle and the pressure of not knowing when to get out of the jungle can drive a person crazy.

Just after sitting down to rest, Zhang Feng slowly closed his eyes, and suddenly opened them suddenly.

"Sound of water?" said in surprise, Zhang Feng stood up abruptly. He seemed to hear the sound of water just now.

In ancient times, humans and animals lived in water. Where there is running water, there must be an end, and the possibility of finding a gathering place is greater!

I was ecstatic in my heart, but Zhang Feng did not act rashly. People would have hallucinations.

If you hear the sound of the water flow only as an illusion, and if you venture to find it, you may walk ten miles or even dozens of miles away.

Now every trace of physical strength is extremely precious and cannot be wasted, otherwise it is very likely to die in this vast jungle.

Wild animals are rampant here, and scavengers appear from time to time. It is definitely not a good place to bury bones.

Vultures and hyenas will gnaw the corpse clean, leaving only a bare bone.

Take a deep breath to adjust your mentality, and listen quietly.

The wind blowing through the jungle, the incitement of branches and leaves, the roar of beasts, the chirping of insects and birds are mixed together...

Three minutes later, an expression of joy bloomed on Zhang Feng's face. He had already determined that the sound of the water just heard was not an illusion!

Among the chaotic sounds, the sound of flowing water was covered up, but it was still detectable even if it was carefully distinguished.

After resting on the spot for a while, his physical strength recovered a lot, and Zhang Feng trudged towards the direction of the sound of the water.

After walking for three hours, Zhang Feng finally saw the river as he wished.

The river bed is three meters wide, and the flow rate of the river is not turbulent. More importantly, the river water is fresh water and can be directly drunk.

I can't wait to hold up the water in my hand and send it into my mouth, refreshing, with a touch of sweetness.

"This is such a unique road! It seems that God still doesn't plan to accept me! Hahaha!" Zhang Feng laughed wildly.

After washing his face and hair clean, Zhang Feng finally revealed his true colors.

For half a day, Zhang Feng had a dagger to hang up a tree trunk with a thickness of arms, and a raft was **** with a tough rattan.

After putting the raft in the water and making sure that he could bear his weight, he towed it to the shore again.

It is even more difficult to get food in the water, and drifting along the river, I don’t know how long it will take to see the people, and enough food must be stored!

Bird eggs, small beasts, high-protein maggots, and plant rhizomes containing water and trace elements have all become his food reserves.

Roast the skin and flesh of wild beasts into dried meat so that it can be stored for a longer time, otherwise it will rot and fester in a few hours in the humid and warm jungle.

He stuffed the things he had prepared into his backpack, and took a good night's rest.

The next day, when the sky was still dark, Zhang Feng had already woke up, stuffed two pieces of dried meat into his mouth, and drank two mouthfuls of river water, even for breakfast.

Putting the raft into the river, sitting on the raft, paddling with his oars, started his water drifting journey.

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Another half month passed, Chai Chong and Wen Kaiqi had basically recovered from their injuries and could be discharged from the hospital, but the two of them were not at all excited, but their faces were sad.

The news from Yan Wang who came to pick them up from the hospital is that Zhang Feng still has no news, and he does not know his life or death.

There was an ominous hunch in their hearts that Zhang Feng left all the supplies that belonged to him before he went to chase the soldiers away.

Faced with dozens of times the enemy's pursuit, without food or fresh water, it is hard to imagine how difficult it is to survive in the jungle.

"Zhang Feng will be fine, right?" Wen Kaiqi asked softly, then nodded, and asked and answered: "Zhang Feng is so slippery, there will be nothing wrong."

"Yes! Nothing will happen! Now that there is no bad news coming back, that means it is good news!" Chai Chong also said comfortingly.

He nodded and said, "There will be nothing wrong with Zhang Feng! I believe it!"

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In another ward of the Kyoto Military Region Hospital, Zhang Dashan was sitting half-leaning on the bed.

His trauma has been okay under the meticulous care, but he has been undercover in the Golden Triangle for nearly two decades, and the psychological trauma cannot be healed in a short time.

Mr. Long left the guards in the corridor and opened the door alone and walked into the ward.

Looking at the old head of the group who had not seen him in 20 years, he was once full of spirits, but now is gray-haired.

Elder Long pulled over a chair, sat on the edge of the bed, and said, "Dashan, I can't help you! I didn't take good care of your wife and children!"

Zhang Dashan nodded slightly. He had heard about the death of his wife for more than ten years, and he also had a son.

"Head, where is my son?" Zhang Dashan's expression was dull.

"The one who saved you back is your son! Now... life and death are unknown!" Old Long said with some difficulty, but did not conceal it.

Zhang Dashan turned his head blankly to look at Old Long, his sluggish eyes filled with tears, "Is he my son?"

He now finally understands why the soldiers who swam over when he was hung in the water jail kept tears because he was his own father.

"I'm sorry, Dashan, I have ordered the military area to search for your son Zhang Feng's whereabouts." Old Long apologized again.

Zhang Dashan's two eyes were staring straight ahead, his eyeballs didn't seem to move, and tears slipped silently from his eyes.

His heart seemed to have a colic like a knife stuck in it. He regretted it, and regretted that it shouldn't have been twenty years ago that his son had just accepted an undercover mission when he was born.

If he didn't accept the task at the beginning, maybe his wife would not die, and his son would not be missing because he saved himself.

Old Long stood up and looked at the best soldier under his hand, which was also heartache.

"Zhang Dashan!" Old Long shouted angrily.

Zhang Dashan, who was sitting on the bed, was reflexive, just like 20 years ago. He stood up from the hospital bed and stood at attention in a standard military posture, "Here!"