"We are almost at our destination, so everyone, please stay alert," announced Jessie Deman loudly after the plane had been flying for nearly two hours, startling Bidegla who had been on the verge of falling asleep.
Wiping away the nonexistent drool from the corner of his mouth, Bidegla finally glanced outside at the thick, heavy layer of clouds and asked, "Where are we exactly?"
Judging by his tone, one would think he was on a pleasure trip, and the people in the cabin couldn't help but look at him with eyes that seemed to say, "What a fool."
"Don't ask what you shouldn't ask. Bring him a military uniform," Jessie Deman said coldly, giving Bidegla a disdainful glance.
"Yes, ma'am," a soldier responded, and then brought Bidegla a set of camouflage clothing like the others.
"From now on, you are officially one of us. Give each of them an equipment pack," Jessie Deman said, her tone sharp and commanding.
"Am I really becoming a soldier?" Bidegla was taken aback by Jessie Deman's words, but he quickly put on the camouflage suit. It must be said that Bidegla was indeed curious as he put on the camouflage suit for the first time, looking around left and right as if he were a country bumpkin.
"From now on, each of you has one week to operate in the forest below us, heading north. If you cannot leave the forest within a week, you will be sent back. Do you understand?" Suddenly, Jessie Deman spoke, leaving Bidegla and the others somewhat bewildered.
"We understand!" everyone in the cabin shouted loudly, except for Bidegla.
"Good, put on your equipment packs and prepare to parachute," Jessie Deman ordered, and then the door of the helicopter was opened, letting in a gust of wind that made Bidegla's face change color.
How did parachuting come into this?
Although he had seen others parachuting on TV, that was limited to other people. He had never parachuted before.
"Commander Deman, what's going on?" Bidegla asked, completely confused about the situation.
"No more talk. You're the first one to go down," Jessie Deman sneered, then pushed Bidegla out of the helicopter with force.
Feeling the immense pressure of weightlessness, Bidegla felt like he was suffocating. Jessie Deman had actually pushed him down.
"I can't fly," Bidegla cursed loudly.
But at this point, he saw the others from the helicopter jumping out one by one, just like the people in the cabin.
His descent was too fast, and the wind was so strong that Bidegla could hardly keep his eyes open. However, he remembered the scenes from TV and quickly fumbled for the pull cord on his equipment pack.
Soon enough, he found it and pulled it hard.
With that, the parachute above his head opened up, and his descent gradually slowed down.
Looking at the clouds around him, Bidegla lost the previous tension and instead began to enjoy the scenery.
It must be said that the feeling of looking down from such a high altitude at everything below was truly wonderful, as if his heart had become broader.
Like Bidegla, the others also opened their parachutes and landed in different parts of the forest below them.
About a minute later, Bidegla finally landed in the forest below, but to his misfortune, his parachute got caught on a large tree branch, leaving him tied to the tree.
Finally, he reached into his equipment bag and cut the rope that bound him, then fell heavily to the ground. Luckily, Bidegla had reached the late stage of external strength, so he didn't die from the fall. However, even so, falling from a tree over ten meters high scraped his knees and hands.
All around, it was pitch black, with occasional low growls echoing. When he used his perspective, Bidegla raised his eyebrows and quickly disappeared from the area, as he had unexpectedly seen a huge black bear about a hundred meters ahead.
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"What kind of place is this?" Bidegla wondered, but there was no one nearby to ask. He pulled out his phone, but there was no signal, and the screen had shattered from the fall.
Tossing the phone aside, Bidegla began to find his way. Jessie Deman had instructed them to walk north continuously, with only a week's time. Once that week was up, they would have to be sent back, but Bidegla had no intention of being sent back, so he quickly began to take action.
This forest was probably rarely visited, with not even a path in sight. The air was humid and filled with mist, nurturing many poisonous insects and large wild beasts. Bidegla had nearly been bitten by some poisonous creatures along the way, but his quick reflexes saved him from harm.
After about a day, Bidegla encountered a soldier who was also cautiously traveling. Perhaps he had already noticed Bidegla, but had no intention of conversing and simply ignored him. Bidegla couldn't be bothered to engage with such a person and continued on his way alone, possibly even faster.
However, perhaps due to the scent of blood from Bidegla's injuries, he soon encountered several unknown beasts, each with a strong and dangerous presence. "Get lost," Bidegla thundered as he swiftly dispatched the beasts. Although they looked terrifying, their fighting ability was no match for Bidegla, and within half a minute, he had taken their lives and turned them into his sustenance.
One week without food or drink was impossible, so these wild delicacies became his sustenance. Furthermore, during his journey, Bidegla unexpectedly encountered many spiritually abundant treasures, indicating that few people had entered this area.
"Deman, do you think they will be able to make it here?" Bidegla continued on his way, while at that moment, Jessie Deman was in a military tent about a few hundred kilometers away, with a few people standing nearby and the helicopter they had previously boarded parked not far off.
"These people are the elite of various military districts. If they can't make it, they don't deserve the title of elite. Although I gave them a week, I think someone will arrive very soon," Jessie Deman replied with a calm expression.
"You say others can make it, but what about that non-military brat? Won't he die in there?" the soldier asked.
"You underestimate him and the healer too much," Jessie Deman smiled and said, "The insight of the healer is beyond our comparison. Since he has taken an interest in him, I dare not agree that he will die in there."
"This is uncertain," the soldier shook his head, recalling Bidegla's careless attitude from not long ago. "Let's wait and see," Jessie Deman was too lazy to argue with the other party, so he simply closed his eyes and pretended to sleep. This time, the people he was training were among the elite of the elite. If these people were to die in there, he wouldn't believe it.
"Report to the commander, according to the news from the front, someone has appeared ten kilometers away from our location," a soldier ran up to Jessie Deman and reported.
"I see, you can go down first," Jessie Deman waved his hand, then looked outside at the forest with a sharp gaze, muttering to himself, "Who will be the first one?"
Ten kilometers is not far for a practitioner, so roughly half an hour later, Jessie Deman was surprised to see a person slowly walking out of the forest. This person was covered in blood and carrying a huge piece of meat on his shoulder, as well as various medicinal herbs, making him look like a refugee.
What surprised Jessie Deman even more was that this person was not one of the soldiers, but Bidegla, whom he had never had high hopes for.
"Finally came out," Bidegla cursed loudly in front of Jessie Deman, then unloaded the burden from his shoulder. The reason he was carrying such a large piece of meat was because its taste was indeed delicious, much better than pork. The medicinal herbs he carried were hard-earned from the forest, and consuming them would greatly benefit his cultivation.
"Very good, it only took a little over three days," looking at Bidegla, Jessie Deman checked the time and felt quite satisfied.
The first person to come out was not an elite from any military district, but Bidegla, who had never survived in the wild before. This was beyond their expectations.
"Come, commander, help me roast this meat, after rushing for so many days, I feel hungry," Bidegla said to Jessie Deman, making him feel somewhat exasperated.
As Bidegla asked for help roasting the meat, it seemed as if he thought Jessie Deman was a roadside vendor.
"Impudent, you must not be disrespectful to the commander," one of Jessie Deman's subordinates spoke coldly, with a very stern tone.
"Hey, how am I being disrespectful? Did I hit him?" Although Bidegla was a little afraid of Jessie Deman, he was not afraid of this person who didn't even have inner strength. If they were to fight, he would surely have the upper hand.
"Since you have rushed for so many days, if you're tired, go in and take a rest," Jessie Deman said.
"Forget it, if no one helps, I'll do it myself. I hope you won't fight me for it later," Bidegla said, too lazy to waste words with these people. He dashed into the forest behind them and returned a few minutes later with a large pile of firewood. Much to the astonishment of Jessie Deman and his men, Bidegla set up a simple grill right in front of them and began roasting the meat as if no one else were around.
On the side, Jessie Deman's subordinates were so shocked that their mouths were almost crooked. As soldiers, they had no trace of military bearing, and were simply disgracing their unit.
However, Bidegla was indeed not a soldier, and he had no intention of becoming one.
In the city of Bamboo Sea, he has everything he desires, along with the enchantingly beautiful Jennie and her companions. Who would want to wander aimlessly with a group of grown men?
If it weren't for the master's command, he would never have appeared here.
Soon, the rich aroma of roasted meat filled the air, drawing the nearby soldiers' gaze towards Bidegla.
Here, they couldn't find any fresh food, only compressed biscuits and the like. Their mouths had long lost their taste, so when they saw the golden barbecue cooked by Bidegla, their stomachs couldn't help but growl.