White lotus cultivation system

In the hinterland of the South American jungle, the boundless forest covers the land tightly. The whirlwind brought by two RAH-66 armed helicopters operating at a low altitude of 120 meters blows the crown of the tree, setting off layers of visual effects like wheat waves. At this time, If there are land and air combat experts here, they will definitely find that these two war machines, famous for their stealth functions of excellent all-weather armed reconnaissance, although the locators are operating crazily, they are constantly rising. It's reconnaissance, it's better to say - escape.

"Call GD-66031, call GD-66031, locate target, locate target."

"Shit!" Cursing secretly, the investigator on the helicopter yelled into the intercom: "The suspected target is moving towards one o'clock!" After turning off the intercom, the scout gritted his teeth: "Let those idiots commit suicide!"

The nine days of fighting in this damn jungle was simply the worst nightmare of their lives. Eight helicopters and more than 200 elite marines were dispatched, just to hunt down and kill a team of more than 30 people!What's even more frightening is that the other side takes advantage of the complex distribution of forces in this South American jungle, and continues to use the United States, Britain, China, and even jaguars to cause them all kinds of troubles. Now they only have these two aircraft that have run out of fuel, and land. Of the twenty or so remnants on the helicopter, although there was only one person left on the helicopter, no one on the helicopter had the slightest fighting spirit, and it was impossible to locate them accurately. Blow up three helicopters and turn them around.

The scout cursed, picked up the military jug beside him, and held it to his mouth reluctantly. There was only [-] milliliters of water left in the jug. He would use it for thirteen hours. After thirteen hours, the fuel ran out. No matter what, he had to go back to the base, and he would be free at that time. No matter what kind of accountability he would face, he would no longer have to personally face the demon below...

"boom!--"

The man covered with camouflage vines let out a breath slowly, took off the miniature bazooka on his shoulder, pulled out the earplugs, and said to himself: "031, right? Then—there is one left."

"Withdraw! Withdraw, withdraw! Run! That demon has locked us!" The surviving people on the other helicopter saw the flames exploding in the sky in the distance, their livers and gallbladders were torn apart, and the huge pressure of death made them completely collapse, RAH -66 went up in a panic, turning around and running at a speed never seen before.

The man on the ground stared dumbfoundedly at the disappearing figure of the helicopter, slowly straightened up, held the misfiring rocket launcher, glanced into the empty barrel, and murmured: "Why did you run away, I should run away Bar……"

The man didn't notice that the land under his feet was no longer the forest covered with leaves, but gradually changed into bottomless darkness, and the darkness under his feet swept towards him like a whirlpool, waiting for him to discover At that time, his feet had fallen into a swamp and could no longer be pulled out. Soon, the man was completely swallowed up, the black hole on the ground disappeared, and the land returned to normal. The surroundings were silent, as if no one had ever set foot here. .