After being soaked for so long in the putrid, bacteria-ridden mud, the wound looked as if it had been marked by a demon—swollen and inflamed. With every step, the flesh around the injury felt as if it were being pricked by countless red-hot needles, sending tremors of agony through his body. Beads of sweat the size of peas welled up on his forehead, rolling down his cheeks to vanish instantly into the swamp beneath his feet. Yet, he gritted his teeth, enduring the piercing pain, and trudged forward step by step, carrying the unconscious pilot steadily on his back. Every lift of his foot, every landing, seemed to exhaust the last of his strength.
He Chenguang was equally exhausted. Days of fleeing and combat had pushed his body to its limit. His legs felt as heavy as lead, and each step required a monumental effort. But he dared not slacken for a moment, his gaze sharp as a hawk’s, constantly scanning for movement in the surroundings. The mist lingering in the swamp seemed to conceal countless eyes; at the slightest disturbance, his hand would instinctively tighten around the grip of his rifle, his nerves instantly taut.
He did not know how long they had been struggling through this hopeless swamp when Liang Song vaguely noticed that the light ahead seemed to brighten. A flicker of hope ignited in his dim eyes, stirring his heart. But the fatigue of the past few days made even lifting his head an arduous task. Gritting his teeth, he summoned his last reserves of strength and…
Chapter 410