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Text Chapter 1127 The Death of Dignity

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    Because the moisture in the jungle is too heavy, a thin mist rises in the jungle after being exposed to the sun.

    Davis lay there, tilting his head and looking at the dew on a blade of grass in front of him.  I don't know when he started, but he always likes to appreciate these seemingly inconspicuous little things.  The water droplets hang on the grass blades, crystal clear and extremely clean. You don't know when they will fall off and disappear without a trace.  You have to wait carefully, with eyes wide open, without blinking, just like he once held a gun and waited for the enemy to appear. This requires patience and concentration.  But what he is waiting for now is for the drugs to take effect and burn his life.

    Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, the grass swayed, and the water droplets fell to the ground. The disappearing sparkle and poignancy will make people feel extremely trembling.  Just like the lives of those brothers who had fought alongside him a few days ago, ended in an instant, Davis could well understand the irreparable regret.

    After a gust of wind, the jungle returned to silence.  Davis shook his head and looked to the other side. There was a river valley not far away. The grass on the side of the river valley was very dense.  The narrow river surface is mostly covered by the grass. The green bean-colored river water that can be seen is not turbid. It flows silently and appears to be very calm.  There was nothing unusual in the entire jungle at this moment, and it seemed peaceful.

    It has been more than five days. He has been fighting in this jungle for five days.  All his brothers were dead, and now he was the only one left. This scene was so similar to a few years ago.

    I don¡¯t know how long it took for the drug to take effect.  His central nervous system was excited like never before, his whole body was full of strength, and his brain was always in a state of excitement.  The shoulder that had been maimed by sniper bullets and was bloody and bloody no longer hurt, but felt a little itchy.  He wanted to scratch it with his hands, but finally held back.

    Davis stood up. He knew that his current state was entirely caused by drugs, and the drugs in his body could only be injected three times.  If he can't cross the border to Vietnam before dawn tomorrow and meet up with the people who are escorting him, even if Yang Luo doesn't kill him.  Such serious injuries, coupled with the sequelae of drug injection, would kill him.

    Davis quickly came to the river, lay down on the ground, his head completely penetrated into the river, and drank large gulps of water. The cold river water poured down his throat into his stomach, and the pores all over his body relaxed.  Then his head suddenly lifted up in the river, bringing up a drop of water.

    An unknown wild rat scurried not far from Davis. It tilted its little head and looked at Davis. It seemed that it felt that this big guy was in danger, so it turned and ran away.

    Davis pulled out his saber from his waist and threw it away.

    "Squeak!"

    The wild rat was nailed to the ground, its four claws desperately clawing at the ground, and it screamed.

    Davis walked over, pulled out his saber, grabbed the dying wild rat, put it into his mouth, and then bit off the wild rat's head.

    The wild mouse squeaked and crunched, and Davis chewed it again and again, as if he was enjoying this feast, and blood flowed down the corner of his mouth.  After chewing a few times, his throat rolled and he swallowed it into his stomach.  Then he stuffed the bloody wild rat body into his mouth and chewed it.

    After Davis ate the wild rat with its fur, he went to the river to wash his face, then looked at the surrounding terrain, took out the compass, looked at it, and went into the jungle again.

    A lonely figure covered in blood was running through the jungle shrouded in silence and filled with desolation.

    The annual fallen leaves pile up on the ground, always emitting an unpleasant smell regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter.

    ????????????????????????????????????????????????????? The forest is so densely packed with intertwined branches that it is difficult for sunlight to reach the ground, and the little sunlight that rarely escapes is like brightly colored insects, crawling on the moss and pale red withered fern leather.

    The effects of the drug gradually began to wear off, and Davis felt tired and sleepy.  The wound on his shoulder hurt every time he moved, even the slightest movement.  But he did not stop, he had to persist until his physical strength reached a certain limit.

    The forest shakes off the remaining light, and darkness comes again.

    "What the hell!" Davis cursed weakly. He felt his body began to get cold again, his head began to feel dizzy, and the color gradually drained from his face.  Both feet were weak on the ground, and there was a possibility of falling at any time.

    About half an hour later, Davis couldn't hold on anymore. He leaned against a big tree and gasped violently. He once again took out the syringe and drugs and injected them into his body.

    "ah!"

    Davis roared softly, with pain and a hint of pleasure in his voice, and then pulled out the needle fiercely.  After a short time, the feeling of drowsiness and pain disappeared, and my physical strength returned again.

     Davis did not stop and continued moving forward after recovering his strength.  Because he knows very well that it is very dangerous to continuously exhaust his physical strength and then use drugs to burn his life, but this is also his last hope and he can only take a gamble.

    Davis ran with all his physical strength. The road ahead was full of dangers, even death.  As long as he reaches the border when the sun rises, he will have escaped

    The weather was getting hotter and hotter. I looked up at the gloomy sky. A bolt of lightning tore through the sky, illuminating the dark jungle as bright as day.  Then there was a deafening thunder, which really made the surrounding leaves rattle.

    Davis glanced at the wound on his shoulder, with a worried look on his face, but he had no extra time to think about anything and could only speed up.

    As time went by, the shrill wind whistled, the branches began to shake violently, the dark clouds rolled down in the sky, and the trees were blown by the fierce wind, making a terrible "Gaba! Gaba!" sound, and time passed.  Not long after, the roaring wind mixed with heavy raindrops fell instantly.

    Davis cursed fiercely: "Damn weather."

    The rain became heavier and heavier, and soon a large amount of rainwater gathered in the low-lying areas of the jungle.  Davis dragged his weak body and walked slowly and slowly. The camouflage had been cut into tiny pieces by thorns. There were small scratches everywhere on his body. Bloodshot mixed with rainwater flowed down his body.  to the ground.

    Finally, a large canyon appeared in front of him, and Davis stopped with a smile on his face.  As long as he passed through this canyon and climbed over the low mountain on the opposite side, he would reach Vietnam.  Thinking of this, I walked into the canyon with difficulty.

    The strong wind stopped, the dark clouds dispersed, and the last darkness was driven away by the dawn in the east. At this time, Davis felt as if his whole body was being roasted on a fire, and his head began to feel heavy again, as if his whole head was about to split.  , the scene in front of me was blurry.  The wound on his shoulder began to emit an unpleasant smell and became infected, and his worries became reality.

    Davis¡¯s body swayed, and his legs were like huge boulders, which he could no longer lift. He sat down on a boulder next to him, breathing heavily.  Then he took out the needle and drugs again, this was the last time.

    Davis watched the drug being slowly injected into his body, a roar came from his throat, and then he pulled out the needle and it was still on the ground.  After untying the cloth strips wrapped around his shoulders, the entire shoulder and arms had swollen to a high level, and the wounds had become suppurative and rotten.

    Davis picked up a dead wood next to him and put it in his mouth to bite it. Then he took out his saber and slowly cut the rotten area with the tip of the knife. Big beads of sweat flowed down his face.

    "ah!"

    Davis roared wildly, and the dead wood in his mouth fell to the ground. With a strong hand holding the saber, a piece of rotten meat flew up, fell to the ground with a splat, and blood spurted out with a squeak.

    Davis tore off another piece of his vest and wrapped it around his shoulders. Of course, he was already sweating profusely from what he had done last night. His chest was heaving like a wounded beast, and he was breathing heavily.  Gradually, Davis felt that the wound no longer hurt, and his whole body became much lighter.

    Davis stood up and glanced at the end of the canyon. In just ten minutes, he would be able to cross the canyon, and there would be a smooth road ahead.

    It was very quiet in the canyon, a bit scary, except for the dull sound of Davis's heavy marine boots on the ground.  Davis held the gun tightly in his right hand and walked forward vigilantly.  This is the most dangerous place. If the blood wolf knew his purpose, he would definitely set up an ambush here and wait for his arrival.

    More than ten minutes later, Davis walked out of the canyon, and his heart dropped.  Looking at the low mountain peak in front of him, Davis barked loudly, raised his feet and walked quickly towards the mountain.

    As we get closer and closer to the top of the mountain, Davis feels more and more relaxed, and his expression of surviving the disaster is palpable.  More than an hour later, Davis finally stood on the top of the mountain, looking at the endless virgin jungle in front of him with a smile on his face.

    He took out a map and spread it on the ground, looked at it, then looked at the surrounding terrain, determined the location of the person who was responding, put the map away, and just as he was about to go down the mountain, he heard a familiar yet hated voice coming from behind him.

    "Davis, my old friend, you are finally here. I have been waiting for you for a long time."

    Davis trembled, turned around quickly, and pointed the black muzzle forward.  Staring with blood-red eyes, he looked at the soldiers in front of him who were wearing camouflage and exuding a violent aura.

    "Blood Wolf!" Davis' voice was hoarse, but it carried a cold murderous intent.

    Yang Luo leaned against a tree, turning a blind eye to the gun pointed at him.  He took out a cigarette from his pocket and lowered his head to light it.He took one, took a deep breath, and then said softly: "Davis, we have played against each other twice. This is the first time we have met. I feel very honored."

    Davis didn¡¯t speak, and there was no expression on his face. No one knew what he was thinking.

    Yang Luo said: "Surrender! You have no choice, so you can still have a way to survive."

    Davis said calmly: "Blood Wolf, I, Davis, have never known what surrender means."

    Yang Luo smiled slightly: "Then I can only kill you."

    Davis also smiled, but his smile looked a little ferocious: "Blood Wolf, no one in this world can kill me except myself, and you are no exception." After speaking, he turned the gun and put it against his chest.  The trigger was pulled.

    "boom!"

    With a crisp gunshot, Davis, the jungle war god, ended his life with his own gun.  Only in this way can he feel that his dignity has not been violated.

    Yang Luo looked at Davis who was slowly falling to the ground and sighed, "Davis, whoever I, Yang Luo, want to kill, there is no chance that he will commit suicide. I respect you, that's why I let you choose to die with dignity."  "

    Recommended article: "Emperor's Mausoleum" by Xiao Xiao Qing Snake.  "The Ultimate Master" author: Gong Zinuo.  Author of "The Master of Picking Up Girls in the City": Fei Ge leads the way.
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