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Chapter 1531 The fight between trapped beasts

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    In the river valley full of yellow mud, Sergey struggled to climb to the shore. He was covered in mud and water.  Not only did he look like a ball of mud, he even felt like a ball of mud because he had no energy at all.

    "Damn, it's like drinking a whole box of vodka and then waking up on a broken bed in a sobering center. In addition to having a headache, I feel so weak." Sergey smiled bitterly.  The shock wave of the explosion pushed him down the river valley, but fortunately the mud-filled river saved his life.  But Sergey knew his life still hung in the balance.

    He rolled hard in the mud, covering his whole body in yellow mud, and then quietly lay down on the edge of the river valley to rest and recover as much strength as possible.  He was motionless and looked like a ball of mud, blending in with the entire river valley that looked like yellow mud and water.  A soldier from the secret society looked down several times but did not find him.

    Sergey knew that as long as he found himself, he would be dead.  But he was very lucky. The soldier turned around a few times and went to other places.  Sergey struggled to get up, ran a few steps, and threw himself into the nearby dense forest.  He touched it and found that everything was still intact, but his head was very dizzy.

    You must inform others that you are still alive.  He reached out to touch his ears, only to find that the communication earphones were no longer there.  Sergey cursed secretly and took out the GPS locator from his pocket.  This thing is also covered in mud.  He pulled out a handful of grass nearby and rubbed it randomly until he could see the screen clearly.

    Fortunately, this thing is military equipment, with a real three-proof design. It can still be used after being soaked in muddy water.  Sergey sighed, this was simply the only lucky thing that happened to him.  But after looking at the time, it was already past the agreed time.  It seemed that he had to rush directly to the second meeting point.

    Sergey felt dizzy and staggered a little.  His ankle might have been injured when he was knocked down the river valley, and it was burning with pain when he walked.  But the pain made him feel a little more awake.  He liked the feeling, not of pain, but of clarity.  There is nothing worse than fainting in this dense forest after finally escaping with your life.

    Sergey stood up with a gasp, picked up a branch from the ground and leaned on it.  Walk a few steps and rest against a tree.  "We can't go on like this, it's going to be dark soon." Sergey took out a small flask from his body with difficulty and took a sip.  The strong alcohol passed down his throat and reached his stomach, causing his whole body to feel slightly hot.

    Sergey didn¡¯t know the expression on his face now, but he thought it must be very embarrassing.  He had been hiding the wine in this small flask for almost two months, and finally he couldn't help but drink it.  I drank it, which is better than not drinking at all.  Sergey smiled bitterly, then put away the wine bottle and continued to move forward.

    He imagined himself as an old Russian tank, fearlessly climbing over mountains and ridges as long as there was fuel.  The sound of the broken diesel engine was like auditory hallucinations and tinnitus in his ears.  That small bottle of vodka is his fuel.  Staggering and braving the black smoke, I have to move forward, and then move forward.

    It wasn¡¯t until he couldn¡¯t walk anymore and spat out a mouthful of blood that he realized he must have been seriously injured.

    Sergey suddenly stopped moving and squatted on the ground.  Not because of the injury, but because there seemed to be a sound coming from the front.  There were at least two people, and they were talking quietly to each other.  Sergey felt that at this moment all his blood condensed to his head.

    "Damn! It happens to be here, it happens to be at this time." Sergey was almost desperate.  Even if these two people are farther away from him, even if his body recovers a little more, this is not a big problem.  But now Sergey is only in despair.

    He reached out to touch the gun. The Type 97 assault rifle was already missing, and the pistol tied to his leg was also missing.  Tactical knife?  Maybe still in the muddy water at the bottom of the river valley.  Sergey never thought that he would be so eager to own a weapon.

    Finally he reached for his belt, the only thing he could rely on.  Apart from this, the only weapons he possesses are his hands.  Unless he can use these hands to strangle two heavily armed secret society soldiers to death.

    The footsteps were getting closer, and Sergey could even smell the tobacco they were smoking.  He took a deep breath and prayed for good luck: God, you didn't even let me die when I fell into the river valley. You couldn't just let me live for one more hour, right?

    The two men approached, and Sergey rushed out suddenly, lashing one man in the eye with the belt in his hand.  He had been accumulating power for a long time, and he thought he was very powerful this time, but he really didn't have much power left.  The belt hit his face like a loud slap.

    The armed personnel of the secret society who were drawn were obviously stunned for a moment.  But it didn't happen as Sergey expected.Kneeling down, he turned his head to look at Sergey.  Because Sergey lacked strength, his movements were also deformed.  The belt that was originally aimed at his eyes hit his chin.  It was like a slap in the face, but not too hard.

    In his heart, Sergey just wanted to slap himself so hard that he rolled to the ground.  He actually wasted such a good opportunity.

    But although his body is no longer good, his reaction speed is still as fast as anyone else.  He easily took out the soldier's pistol and suddenly shot the second man behind him to death.  But it is undeniable that his speed has slowed down too much after the injury.

    When he shot the soldier behind him, the soldier whose gun he took away had already reacted.  Because the two people were close to each other, the secret society soldier could not turn the gun in his hand.  He could only punch Sergey hard in the ribs with one punch.  Sergei himself staggered and was unsteady on his feet. He was knocked back and the pistol that had just fired a single bullet was thrown away.  The secret society soldiers took advantage of the situation.  He immediately raised the AK47 in his hand.

    Sergey was jealous. This was a real life-and-death moment. He lay half-lying regardless, waved his hand suddenly, and wrapped the belt in his hand around the soldier's ankle.  Sergey pulled suddenly, and the soldier fired almost at the same time, but his body had already fallen on his back, and all the bullets shot into the sky.

    Sergei howled like a beast and rushed forward, kicked his gun away, wrapped his belt tightly around the soldier, and strangled his neck.  He didn't have much strength left to fight.  He could only endure the soldier's kicks while hanging the belt on a tree branch.  He used his own weight to hang the soldier on the branch of the tree.

    Sergey gasped and let out a deep roar. He was like a wild beast, solving his own survival problem in the most barbaric way.

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