World War I

Chapter 121 The Color of Loneliness
Turgenev lowered the helicopter to its lowest altitude, almost flying close to the treetops.

"If we keep using up our fuel, we won't be able to reach Kursk."

"Colonel, find a place to land."

The helicopter searched for a long time and landed on a small piece of grass. Fifty meters to the north was a swamp.

The swamp was dead silent.

One-Eye: "No fish, no frogs, not even a single bug. What a strange swamp! Will it catch fire at night? There are so many bubbles!"

What the one-eyed man said was strange, but it didn't make any sense at all. It was damp, dark and dead silent.

There are many animals in the Siberian forests, and the swamps are the best source of water, but no living things can be seen here.

Luo Ye did not expect this swamp to be like a mysterious fairyland, filled with moist mist and faint grass fragrance. It would be normal if there was at least some vitality.
In the swamp, the submerged trees and shrubs still retain their original shapes, creating a strange and mysterious picture.

On the shore of the swamp, sharp boulders covered with black vines stood up like soldiers who suddenly died while in formation.

Irina: "The water is a bit dark. Is it poisonous?"

Luo Ye: "It's not poisonous. If it were, there would be a lot of animal carcasses here. Why is there no movement at all? Could this be an area with frequent miasma?"

Turgenev: There is something wrong. The surrounding forests are too pristine. Has no one ever been to this area?

The surrounding forests are not the most primitive, but only more primitive. The huge treetops cover the earth, as if to suffocate all living things on the ground, letting them rot three feet underground after a few decades.

"Anyway, I don't see any signs of bipedal activity."

"Damn it! The forest isn't the point. When the helicopter was 200 meters in the air, the weather was fine and the sun was bright. How could it become like this after it came down? Damn it."

Turgenev stared at the sky in a daze.

"Where did this damn black troposphere come from?"

Irina said, "Colonel, don't stare at the sky, look at your feet. The ground isn't very solid. The helicopter is so heavy, aren't you worried that the grass will sink?"

"You know, this is the only place suitable for parking planes!"

Luo Ye has always longed for forests. The abundance of oxygen ions and the green color can intoxicate people's hearts, but at this moment he hates the endless forests.

Especially the forest in such weather, it is gray and gloomy, it is the color of death.

One-Eye: "There is no road. We need to cut through the thorns and move forward bravely."

Turgenev: "Get out of here, you coward!"

He drew out his machete and led the way with White Bear.

Panzi said, "How about One-Eye and I stay and look after the helicopter?"

Luo Ye smiled and said, "Your opinion will not be adopted at this time. Come on, Officer Panzi, bring out your tomb-robbing spirit."

Turgenev took a few steps.

"I still feel that the weather conditions are not right."

White Bear said, "The weather in Siberia is like a girl's face; it changes at any moment, Officer Turgenev."

"Quiet!"

Turgenev held the machete, half-closed his eyes and tilted his head back.

"There's something wrong with the weather." The one-eyed man sneered, "Yes, you're a police colonel, so of course your experience is different from us little cops. There are problems with the weather every day. I don't know what you mean by problems."

Of course, One-Eye would never forget the heavy and fierce punch Turgenev gave him.

Panzi, who shared the same suffering, said, "Are you a police officer or a psychic? You're saying incomprehensible things and disrupting the morale of the troops. Chief Luo, I strongly urge that we take some action against him, such as—your favorite way of deducting money."

"Shut up, gentlemen. I agree that things are getting pretty out of control, but not as much as the Colonel says."

Turgenev handed the machete to Luo Ye.

"You're the sheriff, you lead the way, you should lead by example."

"Leadership plays a vital role at critical moments. Don't be modest, Comrade Colonel."

Turgenev put away his knife and started moving forward with White Bear.

"The current SWAT captain seems to be very cooperative with your work."

Irina and Luo Ye were still walking at the back, and she spoke in a lukewarm tone.

"You haven't gotten used to me being the sheriff yet."

"When you're hungry, you won't be picky about food. What's so good about Chris? She just has big breasts." She said this and looked at the sky.

"There's something wrong with this weather, a gloom beyond reality."

Before entering the forest, the two checked the sky again.

"You're right. It's not too dark and shady, but it is a bit problematic."

Luo Ye pointed at the helicopter.

"Only the helicopter is real."

"I also have this strange feeling. The people are real, the helicopter is real, but everything else seems unreal. Why do I have this feeling?"

"How would I know? Let's go."

After entering the forest, the white-haired bear held the map he had drawn and led the way with full concentration.

One-Eye: "White Bear, your map is totally inaccurate, not at all!"

Not long after entering the forest, everyone in the group was sweating. Normally, in this season, the temperature in the forest is already quite low. It can't be said to be freezing, but the low temperature will make people wear two more layers of clothes.

Everyone brought clothes in their backpacks.

"Clothes are superfluous. It's strange. Why is there such humidity and heat in summer?"

Turgenev suddenly said, "Don't say anything! Get down!"

The group immediately squatted on the ground, and Luo Ye stepped forward and asked, "What's going on?"

"There are people, four of them, right in front of us, walking towards us."

"Sure?"

"Listen for the footsteps."

Sure enough, there were footsteps of varying weights coming from the front, mixed with cursing and complaining.

(End of this chapter)