Chapter 694

Rambo was startled awake.

In truth, he had long since grown used to being startled awake. In the past, it had always been nightmares that dragged him out of sleep. Falling asleep was already difficult for him; it often took hours of hard effort just to get half an hour of rest.

The strain on his mind tormented him more than the pain in his body.

But not tonight. Tonight, he was woken by the warning device he had barely thought about since setting it up. An iron basin fell to the ground with a tremendous crash. Clang, clang, clang—it sounded like a machine on the verge of breaking down, struggling to breathe.

Rambo rose silently, his hand already gripping the M16. He flicked off the safety and leaned out from cover to aim.

One thing had to be admitted: the moon tonight was not especially bright. At night, without a suitable scope, the power of a firearm dropped by several levels.

After all, if you could not even aim, how were you supposed to kill the enemy?

He held his breath and looked down the slope. There were dozens of swaying dark shapes among the trees. He could not see them clearly, but cold sweat still broke out over him in an instant.

Nightmarish scenes bred nightmarish actions. Without hesitating, rifle in hand, Rambo vaulted over the cover. He rapidly closed in on the first dark shape, until there were only three short meters between them.

Rambo could already smell that goddamn stench of rot.

Without a word, he raised the muzzle and pulled the trigger—the sudden gunshot was far louder than the iron basin hitting the ground earlier, startling many animals that had come out to hunt at night.

Several owls flew overhead, letting out shrill cries. Rambo