It was a swamp that couldn''t see the end at a glance. For thousands of years, the branches and leaves of rotten plants and the bodies of large and small animals have accumulated along the crisscross low-lying land, forming this broad and humid muddy swamp.


    This muddy swamp is more and more mysterious and strange in the depths of the jungle in the dark night.


    Like a huge mouth trying to open, greedily waiting for all life that dare to approach it.


    "What shall we do? Shall we go through this muddy swamp?" Meng Lang looked back and asked Cheng Chong with some worry. His eyes were full of expectant eyes.


    "Of course, we must go through here. We have no choice. I think there is no better and safer way." Although Cheng Chong looked dignified at the moment, his answer was very firm. He was very aware of the danger of crossing the swamp at night. However, sometimes the more dangerous the place is, the safer it is. At least, he will not be surrounded and chased by the Red Army.


    Compared with the 25000 miles of the old generation, what is this?


    "What I want to say is that it must be very dangerous for us to cross the mud swamp originally blocked by barbed wire on this big night. Do we really need to work so hard and take such risks? After all, this is just a confrontation exercise, not a real battle! Can we commit it?" Meng Lang was very calm and realistically warned Cheng chongdao.


    "What the fuck is this? Haven''t you heard what the company commander said? The drill is not a fucking play. Everything must start from actual combat. It''s really hard to do. It''s not a child''s play. Imagine that if we retreat when we encounter such difficulties, will the superiors dare to use us if a war breaks out? Will they dare to let us go? Then what face do we have to say that we will use me in the first battle and use the big words that I will win. " Cheng Chong preached very seriously, with a certain posture of political cadres.


    "That''s what I said! After all, it''s just a drill, not a real battle. It seems a little unnecessary. If it''s a real battle, we''ll spare our lives, but it''s not after all. And you can see that there''s a tight barbed wire fence here. Maybe it''s specially circled by the superior to prevent us from entering." Meng Lang continued to argue that after all, the rich childe''s brain is more vivid than Cheng Chong. He is not as serious as Cheng Chong. His stubbornness is almost unstoppable.


    "What''s the fucking barbed wire? Even if the front is an iron wall, we should make a hole for it and move forward without hesitation. If you talk so much about rotten people, in the final analysis, are you fucking afraid? If you''re afraid, it''s still time to quit now. Even if I''m alone, I''ll cross this muddy swamp, Still complete the task without any discount. " Cheng Chong''s face was silent, retreating to advance, and the fierce general began to wave.


    He believed that any soldier with iron blood and any hot-blooded boy could not resist such excitement.


    "Birdman, what the fuck are you talking about? What nonsense? Who''s afraid? Who''s afraid! If you want to go, go together. If you want to go, we''ll go together. Even if you die, you''ll die together. If you don''t dare, if you don''t have seed, you''ll be your grandson. Go and find out. When have I been afraid!" Meng Lang was really on the road. He angrily put down these words. He looked like a heavenly boss and his second son. He trudged to the depths of the mud swamp without looking back.


    Seeing his goal achieved, Cheng Chong showed a shallow and cunning smile in the dark.


    However, he did not pause for a moment, quickly pulled out the flying eagle warrior he was carrying, bent a straight branch that was not much thinner than his arm nearby, and when it was folded to about 90 degrees, he slashed the bend of the branch with a dagger, and then cut the branch off easily.


    Then quickly cut off the redundant branches, cut off the branch waist high and divide it into two. In this way, two temporary crutches are made.


    Such crutches are extremely important when crossing muddy swamps.


    It is not only an ordinary crutch, but also the same surprise of the user. Seeing this situation, Cheng Chong hurriedly tried his best to move forward, quickly handed out the crutch in his hand while moving forward, and hurriedly said, "don''t panic, don''t panic, grab my crutch, hurry!"


    In the dark, the panicked and hurried Meng Lang grabbed like a life-saving straw. After grasping Cheng Chong''s crutch, he was eager to get out of danger. He pulled it into the crutch he rushed to hand over regardless.


    Cheng Chong, who had been carrying his first-aid comrades in arms, moved forward quickly all the way. He didn''t have time to stand firm at all, but was pulled by Meng Lang with such a strong force. Instead of pulling Meng Lang out, he also pulled himself into the quagmire.


    Almost in the twinkling of an eye, the mud didn''t reach Cheng Chong''s waist.


    Suddenly, great danger came to the two young soldiers. The situation was really urgent and abnormal.


    "Cheng, Cheng Chong! All, all blame me... All blame me!" Meng Lang faltered as he struggled in a hurry. However, the more he struggled, the faster he sank, and the mud was just kidding him.


    "Don''t panic!" Cheng Chong was surprised at first, and then calmed down a lot. He turned to Meng Lang, who had completely confused his mind, and then continued to say in a commanding tone: "beat the crutches in his hand, and then open his arms as far as possible. With the horizontal crutches as the support point, lie flat on the whole upper body, and don''t struggle with his legs."


    Cheng Chong has experienced some life and death after all. He is relatively calm, but when he says and does, he demonstrates by himself and teaches Meng Lang on the spot.


    Moreover, he has some experience of survival in the swamp. However, it is all seen from books and TV. He has not really practiced it and has no chance. However, his theoretical knowledge has played a great role at this critical moment.


    Gradually, his body no longer sank. Although he had sunk half of his body, he soon maintained a temporary stress balance, although the balance in his hand was very fragile.


    Meng Lang saw this and hurriedly followed suit. However, the mud around him had been stirred up more and more by his panic struggle, and the mud that had been stirred up could not support his weight at all.


    Therefore, even though he is learning like Cheng Chong, he still can''t stop his body from sinking, but relatively speaking, the sinking speed is slower.


    "No! Still, still not..." at this time, Meng Lang was completely flustered and began to struggle desperately again, as if he were drowning for help.


    "Come on! Grab my hand!" Cheng Chong saw that there was no other way. He hurriedly stretched out his hand and tried his best to reach the flustered Meng Lang, trying to pull him.


    At this time, Meng Lang, eager for help, said nothing and grabbed Cheng Chong''s hand. However, how can the stress area of Cheng Chong''s body bear the weight of the two people? Then, the temporary stress balance of Cheng Chong''s body was broken. Suddenly, the two sank together.


    The situation is extremely urgent and almost urgent.


    "Meng Lang! Hurry, climb on me, hurry!" Seeing the dangerous situation of the machine, Cheng Chong began to be a little uneasy. Similarly, he shouted to Meng Lang.


    "No, no! I can''t bother you any more. You, let go of my hand! Come on! Leave me alone! You can escape by yourself!" Meng Lang shouted hysterically. There was almost a cry in his voice. Although his arms were struggling, his palms were getting tighter and tighter.


    Yes, under such dangerous circumstances, it is definitely a great test for a young soldier under the age of 20. Before the ferocious face of death, survival is the instinct of all living beings. Of course, human beings who claim to be high-level animals are no exception!


    "You son of a bitch! Who the fuck is talking to you? Do you want us both to die here? Hurry! Hurry!" Cheng Chong''s face suddenly turned to one side, and his eyes were like torches. He stared at Meng Lang, who was still struggling at random, and shouted.


    Meng Lang was immediately scolded by Cheng Chong. He was a little sober. At the same time, his desire to survive prompted him not to think and hesitate too much. As soon as he turned around, he struggled to climb towards Cheng Chong.


    "Be fast! Otherwise they will all fall into it!" Cheng Chong ordered loudly! He knew the character of the muddy swamp, like a frog boiled in warm water. If people trapped in it didn''t try their best to jump quickly, they would be doomed to be slowly boiled to death.


    The clever Meng Lang soon realized that he was also a strong warrior. The sudden power inspired by him should not be underestimated.


    But once someone rushed to this support point, he tightened his muscles, used his hands and feet together, and made a sudden effort to quickly get out of the quagmire.


    However, when he tried to stand up, he fell down again and fell into the mire again. Compared with just now, he just changed his position.


    "No way! This is a huge quagmire. We can''t get out. We''re going to die here..." Meng Lang, who was trapped again, shouted hysterically again, and his face began to show disappointment and even despair.


    "Don''t move! Don''t fucking move again! Open your arms, come on!" Cheng Chong, who had been borrowed by Meng Lang once, had no choice but to continue to sink slowly. Seeing Meng Lang so, he couldn''t help yelling at him again.


    Meng Lang in panic immediately opened his arms as much as possible and calmly lay down in the mud. Soon, a miracle occurred. His body no longer sank and unexpectedly maintained a short-term stress balance.


    Cheng Chong is not so lucky. After he was borrowed by Meng Lang, his body has been sinking slowly. Although he repeatedly opened his arms, beat horizontal crutches and kept calm, it is also useless.


    The situation was too dangerous for him.


    "Come on! Pass me your crutch, too!" Cheng Chong, who has been sinking, hurriedly shouted to Meng Lang.


    While lying flat, Meng Lang quickly turned around and handed over the stick in his hand.


    Cheng Chong took the crutch. He wanted to make every effort to make a final fight.


    But when he saw that he put the two crutches tightly together in front of his chest, in this way, the role of the two crutches was not as simple as one plus one equals two. Naturally, the increased support area and support force were more than doubled.


    Cheng Chong took a deep breath and immediately concentrated almost all his strength on his upper limbs. Then, relying on two horizontal crutches as the support point, he made a sudden upward force at the cost of sacrificing two crutches, so that most of his body, which had been deeply trapped, immediately got out of the quagmire and climbed forward a foot or two.


    Then he spread his limbs as far as possible, in a "big" shape, and lay flat on the mud with his face down.


    Seeing Cheng Chong''s incredible ability to rely on himself, he struggled to get out of the mire. The muddy Meng Lang turned back and smiled at him. In the hazy night, his tears seemed to be still hanging with bright tears.


    It was a silent celebration, a celebration of the close escape of two comrades in arms.