Night falls.

Zhang Kun lay behind a small earth slope, watched the minesweeping soldiers in the distance sorting out their things and slowly retreated back to the camp.

Only then did Zhang Kun pick up his travel bag and then follow the morning route, touching towards the depths of the minefield bit by bit.

In the morning, because he was alone, Zhang Kun could use various terrain to hide himself and slowly touch him in. However, this time he carried a huge travel bag and the goal was too big, so Zhang Kun was not sure to avoid everyone's sight in broad daylight, so he could only wait until night fell.

Follow the route I walked in the morning, and soon arrived at the small slope I had visited in the morning.

It was still very fast, because there was a little mark that I had walked in the morning, but the road ahead was not so fast.

Zhang Kun nodded to Thunder Rain, and then Thunder Rain slowly escaped into the ground.

Every time the thunderstorm determines a safe route, he will start to take off, asking Zhang Kun to follow him. When he encounters a dangerous area, he will guide Zhang Kun to bypass the mines.

In this way, we slowly penetrated into the minefield bit by bit.

After an hour, I finally reached the edge of this jungle.

Three hours later, cross the jungle.

Four hours later, we reached the second jungle again.

Six hours later….

At this time, the moon was in the middle of the sky, and it was already one o'clock in the morning, and he finally reached the other end of the second jungle. There was a minefield behind it, but there was an endless plain with a flat terrain and no need for Zhang Kun's help.

So, start here.

Lei Yu first found a safe space with dense trees but relatively wide and flatness, and asked Zhang Kun to open the camp.

Stand up a tent, lay a moisture-proof mat, and throw the sleeping bag in.

After that, Zhang Kun ate a little and got into the tent to rest.

After being busy for a day, Zhang Kun is also tired, especially in this crisis-ridden minefield. Zhang Kun is always nervous and more likely to be tired.

Moreover, we have already reached this point, so there is no rush to have a job at this moment. We should take a break first to work better, and this is also for the sake of safety.

During the break, Zhang Kun did not light a campfire for the sake of concealment. As for safety issues, Zhang Kun asked about thunderstorms, and there were no large wild beasts in this generation.

As for people, Zhang Kun was still very relieved if he had thunderstorm to help keep watch. The only thing Zhang Kun needed to be on guard was some snakes, insects, rats and ants. Zhang Kun sprinkled sulfur near the tent, so basically no small insects dared to approach.

Just like that, Zhang Kun rested peacefully for five hours.

When the first dawn light appeared on the horizon, the alarm clock set by Zhang Kun rang.

Zhang Kun quickly climbed out of the tent, took a deep breath, rubbed his face hard, then picked up the knitted belt containing four thousand flags next to him, and looked at the thunderstorm vigil in the air.

“Commitment is on!”

With the first ray of light from the horizon, Zhang Kun and Thunderstorm began the formal thunder-marking work.

Starting from the camp, the thunderstorm divides the jungle into small areas, and then searches each area horizontally and vertically twice. When the mine is found, it flew out and tells Zhang Kun the location of the mine.

Zhang Kun stood in a safe area, raised his right hand, and a small wooden pole with a red flag flew straight over, accurately inserted it in the direction pointed by the thunderstorm, the same as the original plan.

But the difference is that the speed of the thunder is much slower than what was originally planned.

At the beginning, the two planned to find one mine every minute on average, which could mark about 60 mines in one hour, and work ten to twelve hours a day, mark about 700 mines.

Then there were more than 3,88 landmines in total, which would take about six days.

However, when it comes to actual operation, it takes nearly every three minutes to find the location of a mine. Only about twenty can be marked in an hour, which is nearly three times slower than the planned speed.

After all, all the soul has is just a hiding ground, not a perspective eye. Thunderstorms need to pass through all the land inch by inch. Only when the local thunder appears in his eyes can he accurately find the location of the mine, and there is no omission.

Therefore, the original six or seven days may have been extended.

What Zhang Kun has to worry about now is whether he brought enough food. Although Zhang Kun brought as much as possible because the backpack space was enough, it was only a maximum of ten days.

Even if you try to control your daily diet, you can persist for up to fourteen days.

It seems that the working hours of the day can only be extended. If you mark more than twenty per hour for fourteen or five hours a day, you will have almost three hundred, and more than three thousand and eight hundred landmines, and about thirteen days.

With this calculation, Zhang Kun flew out another red flag and accurately inserted it into the place pointed at by the thunderstorm.

Time passed by day, and the red flag of the woven bag in Zhang Kun's hand was also decreasing little by little.

If calculated, Zhang Kun used up 326 flags on the first day, and he counted them side by side.

The next day, Zhang Kun explored the jungle minefield on the side of the camp.

On the third day, a small accident occurred. Zhang Kun threw a small red flag too hard when he fell out, and it was inserted directly above a mine. Then, a mine was detonated by Zhang Kun.

The huge explosion rang more than ten meters away from Zhang Kun, scaring Zhang Kun very much and his heart was beating.

Fortunately, the safe distance was sufficient and there was no injury, but Zhang Kun hid quickly, carefully hiding somewhere in the jungle, and observing secretly.

However, after hiding for several hours, Zhang Kun did not see any helicopters or drones coming to check, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems that Lei Yu is right. It is normal for the minefield to explode by chance on weekdays.

Although people on the border have not been able to break into minefields since the minefield was drawn, there are still some wild animals here that occasionally touch and detonate landmines.

Therefore, occasional explosions will not attract the attention of mine-sweeping soldiers.

After confirming that it was not exposed, Zhang Kun walked out of his hiding place and continued to mark thunder with Leishu, but Zhang Kun became more careful after that.

On the sixth day, all the first jungle mines were marked.

Zhang Kun returned to the camp and packed his things, then went to another jungle with the thunderstorm, and started to camp again with the boring red flag.

On the tenth day, the second jungle was half marked.

On the eleventh day, Zhang Kun was able to vaguely see the edge of the jungle.

On the twelfth day, Zhang Kun stood on the edge of the jungle, carefully hiding his body, waiting for nightfall to fall, and the mine-sweeping soldiers returned to the camp to rest before continuing to work on thunder.

On the thirteenth day, Zhang Kun's food was not left, and Zhang Kun's red flag was only more than 300 left.

On the 14th day, Zhang Kun did not turn on the flashlight, but only borrowed the faint moonlight, and finally inserted the red flag in his hand towards the last mine at the edge of the jungle.

If it is outside, it will be the plain.

Lei Yu returned to Zhang Kun's side, and his face was dull, or the dull thunder rain finally smiled at Zhang Kun.

A trace of gray gas slowly flowed out of the thunderstorm body, and then dissipated little by little between heaven and earth.

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PS: Back to @Yu Xiaosanren, Yes, are you a fellow villager?

Then, regarding the question in the comment section of Sanzhi, why did Situ write it as a piglet? In fact, the name of Sanzhi is really very well-known. Basically, readers should know that the reason why it is written as a piglet is just to avoid disgusting everyone.

Finally, a classmate responded yesterday that the plot of Thunderstorm was not good recently and was bland and boring. Situ watched all the plot again, and Situ reflected on it, it was Situ’s fault.

Because there are too many trivial things in reality recently, Situ has not had enough time to conceive and prepare feelings, and as a result, he did not write down what Situ wanted to express at the beginning, so it has become so inappropriate now.

It’s hard to change, so Situ can only speed up and write this copy as soon as possible. The next plot will definitely not disappoint everyone.

Apologize!
Chapter completed!