Lie flat for three years and become a contemporary military god

Chapter 449 Poisoning
Yan Huo and Xin Ran also looked at Chen Hai curiously.

Chen Hai dripped a lot of white juice from the broken branches of the plants in his hand towards the vegetation, branches and vines in the way. Seeing that no white juice came out, he shook it vigorously, and the thing flew out.

He clapped his palms, and then explained: "This is the Dripping Guanyin. His juice is poisonous, and it will be extremely itchy if it touches the skin."

"If the enemy catches up and accidentally gets some, it must be very cool!"

When the Jiangpan people heard this, they shuddered, and when they heard the words "extremely itchy", everyone felt uncomfortable.

Sometimes the itching is more uncomfortable than the pain, and it is extremely itchy, so you have to scratch to death?

Dr. Chen's Chinese medicine is awesome, they have seen it before, what kind of smoke poison, the toxicity is not very strong, as a result, the enemies in the entire enemy manor are dizzy and lose most of their combat effectiveness.

He said it all, it was extremely itchy, how itchy was it?
The Jiangpan people looked at the juice and hurriedly moved away. It would be terrible if they got a little.

Who said that special forces are experts in jungle survival, and Chinese medicine experts are much better than them.

Chen Hai cut off the remaining Dripping Avalokitesvara, let everyone walk forward, and continued to sprinkle a lot of white juice on the plants, trees, leaves and branches that came...

After finishing these arrangements.

Chen Hai continued to open the way ahead. In his opinion, these are just small tricks. It is of course very good that they can work. They can stop the enemy's pursuit and make the enemy feel uncomfortable enough.

No effect leaves nothing, there are too many things that can be used in the jungle.

"Be sure to give enough surprises to those who are chasing after, so that they will never dare to enter the jungle in this life!"

As he quickly cut off the thorns with his dragon teeth and walked forward, he glanced around with sharp eyes to see what surprises he could give to the enemies who were following him.

Jiang Pan and the others followed behind Chen Hai. They had no choice but to go into the jungle. They were nervous and nervous. They had no supplies. They also brought a ghost, a wounded soldier with many scars, feeling hopeless...

Now, it's much calmer now.

"We now have Dr. Chen, a powerful Chinese medicine practitioner."

"It's fine if they don't come after them, but if they come after them, it's enough for them to eat a pot."

It took less than 10 minutes for Chen Hai and others to leave.

"Shhhhh!"

The leaves of the jungle swayed, and the hunting dogs of the SEALs pushed aside the leaves and walked in the lush woods.

He carefully observed the traces on the ground and walked carefully, making almost no sound.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up, he stretched out his hand to push aside a piece of weeds and vines, bent down, carefully observed the ground, and slowly smelled it with his nose close to the ground.

He brushed away the weeds on the ground with his gloved right hand, and there were obvious signs of trampling on the ground.

"Such a crude cover-up method is so amateurish!"

He sneered disdainfully, and as he spoke, he stood up, his neck just touching the vine above his head...

"Huh!? What?"

He felt a chill on the back of his neck, as if dew had dripped on his neck.

He looked around vigilantly and looked up.

He is a Navy SEAL, and he has received extremely rigorous training in jungle warfare. He knows that fighting in the jungle is full of dangers, not only the danger of the enemy, but also the unpredictable snakes, insects, poisons, etc. in the jungle.

"Nothing?"

The hunting dog looked around vigilantly, as if there was nothing there, felt relieved, and continued to search forward.

He walked out for more than ten meters, looked back, and frowned: "Why aren't Captain and the others here yet? They should be catching up with those guys soon."

He is a master tracker of the SEALs. According to the traces of the trampling, it is estimated that the Yan Guo guys are not far away.

Captain Tom hasn't arrived yet, so he can't track him too closely, he will be hard to find if he is run away by Yan Guo.

The hunting dog frowned and looked back, took out his dagger, and on a big tree beside him, at the trunk, he drew an X directly, and then drew an arrow.

After finishing the mark, he continued to track forward, showing indifference.

"Those damned Yan Guo guys are just agents. They are laymen fighting in the jungle. Don't even think about escaping my pursuit."

The hound looked around vigilantly, and continued to search forward.

After ten seconds.

The hunting dog suddenly frowned. He suddenly felt itchy on his neck. He stretched out his hand and scratched it a few times. It felt better and he continued walking forward.

After taking two steps, he felt something was wrong.

Because my neck was getting more and more itchy, I felt very uncomfortable, so I quickly stretched out my hand and scratched it, but it was useless.

"FUCK! Why is it so itchy?"

The hound's mind was twitching, and he remembered that he had hit something cold just now, and it happened to be in that position, and he realized it.

"Could it be some kind of poison?"

The hound reacted, but the itching from his neck made him very uncomfortable, and he couldn't help but reach out to scratch.

It's okay if you don't scratch, the more you scratch, the more itchy.

"FUCK! FUCK!"

The hunting dog scratched and growled and cursed, but he felt that without scratching, it was so itchy that he almost collapsed.

He had no idea what he had been hit with, and he had no idea that in this case, it would be best to find water to wash away.

But this is in the primeval jungle, where is the water? Captain Tom went back to get supplies such as water, dry food, satellite positioning, etc. Otherwise, they would not be able to get out if they got lost in the jungle.

The hunting dog felt more and more uncomfortable as he scratched, and soon the back of his neck was scratched with blood marks, and his gloves were all bloodshot.

But it still didn't help, he felt as if a bug had burrowed into the meat, itching and hurting, he kept shaking and twisting his neck, but it didn't help at all, it was so uncomfortable that he wanted to cut off the piece of meat.

"I'm poisoned!?"

The hound shuddered, and a terrible thought came to him. In this lush primeval forest, if he was poisoned and there was no antidote, it would be too troublesome.

"This poison doesn't kill you, but you can't catch it anymore!"

The hunting dog felt that the poison was deadly, and understood that scratching would not help, but would spread the poison and make other places itchy, so he desperately restrained his grasping hands.

This extremely itchy neck made him anxious, extremely irritable, and his heart was extremely frantic, and he couldn't calmly track forward at all.

"SHIT!"

The hound cursed angrily, grabbed his thighs with both hands, and resisted the urge to scratch his neck. He could only wait for Captain Tom and the others to come over and clean himself up...

It didn't take long.

"Shhhhhh!"

There was a wave of vegetation shaking, and a wave of figures shaking. He saw Tom and his Navy SEALs chasing after him.

(End of this chapter)