Although Klaus had avoided fatal injury in the land mine explosion, he was clearly lucky... But days of continuous flight had long since exhausted his strength.
Klaus exerted all his strength to roll over—he was still in this dangerous minefield.
After all, he had only just regained consciousness, and his back had clearly been injured by the explosion.
He had no choice but to roll onto his stomach again and move forward on all fours through the minefield, extremely carefully and with great difficulty—but soon, a rapid burst of gunfire came from behind him.
Bullets poured down around him—even hitting Klaus in the leg.
Fortunately, Klaus felt that he should have already crossed the minefield... Who knew? He hurriedly moved behind a large tree.
The pursuers chasing him relentlessly soon spread out. Seeing the corpses in the minefield, the soldiers realized something. Taking a detour was their only choice.
After treating his wounds as best he could, Klaus could only continue forward with a limp.
In the primeval rainforest, it seemed impossible to find the end of the desolation. Had he killed everyone in the camp that night... Was Hader, whom he had seen vomiting Black Insects, real as well?
A thin mist rose through the forest.
This was miasma. His basic medical training had mentioned it before. Inhaling too much miasma would cause unconsciousness... Klaus tore off a piece of clothing, soaked it in urine, and wrapped it around his face.
He did not know which direction the pursuers would come from, and every direction he chose was merely a gamble on luck... But they would eventually appear.
That mother and child, holding up a banana leaf as an umbrella.
The little boy hugged his mother tightly, while the mother always rested a hand on the child's shoulder.
Klaus