The lash... but this was not the best punishment in the Primeval Forest—it was more like venting.
His crime was the cruel murder of his Combat Squad comrades. If nothing unexpected happened, Klaus knew he would face charges several pages long.
He was hung from a tree with his shirt stripped off... his flesh had already split open.
Not only that, he had gone nearly a day without any water—for someone in the primeval tropical jungle, he was already on the verge of dehydration.
No one believed him.
Perhaps even the Combat Squad leader who had investigated the camp had once been willing to believe him—but no one had found the mother and son Klaus had mentioned.
One night, taking advantage of the guards' negligence, Klaus successfully escaped... After stealing a set of equipment, he fled into the primeval jungle.
The only thing that seemed capable of proving his innocence was finding that mother and son.
"Attention, Private Klaus of the 47th Combat Squad. After murdering the 47th Squad, he stole a set of equipment and fled into the jungle... Find him and kill him! He is an extremely dangerous man!"
The message from the radio spread like lightning. The nearby Combat Squads began deliberately searching for a soldier named Klaus, who had cruelly murdered his superior and comrades.
There were not only soldiers searching for him like mad... There were also guerrilla fighters from the homeland of the invaded nation.
Klaus lay prone in the low-lying grass like a paramecium, enduring the leeches feeding on him in the harsh rainforest. He did not even dare breathe too loudly as he silently waited for the search party to leave.
Perhaps he would never be able to cross this primeval jungle... Why was he still alive?
He could only continue crawling.