The environment in the tropical rainforest is changeable, with the sun shining brightly in the morning, thunderstorms and majestic showers at noon.

That's it today, it's a show of strength to a few outsiders.

Since entering the dense forest, Yang Xiuwen has been walking at the end of the team, with a soldier behind him, probably arranged by Professor Bai. In addition to protecting them, the soldier also acts as a guide for them.

The two fighters have one thing in common: they are thin and not tall.

Yang Xiuwen could see that the two of them had typical Nanyun local characteristics.

Sure enough, after getting along for a short time, Yang Xiuwen quickly learned their names. The person at the front of the team was named Li, Li Li.

The warrior behind him is named Shui, Shui Maosheng.

He guessed that the warrior surnamed Shui should have been born at Mao in the evening, because according to his understanding, local people named their children very casually.

Li Li was very silent and didn't like to talk, but he was very strong. He held a woodcutter in his hand and kept waving it, cutting down branches and vines, and opening a path in front of the team.

Shui Maosheng was carrying a Bayi standard rifle, a military backpack, and a green leather military water bottle.

There was a huge contrast with his small body, and it felt like he was going to be crushed at any moment.

Yang Xiuwen tried to help him carry his backpack several times, but he always refused, with a shy smile on his face: "No, I can do it!"

He looked up at the two huge backpacks on Yang Xiuwen and continued: "You are very strong. It has been almost two hours, and your breath has not changed, and you don't sweat much!"

After speaking, he wiped the sweat from his face.

Indeed, after entering the dense forest, the surrounding environment became humid and hot.

Everyone was dripping with sweat, but he was the only one who behaved differently from ordinary people. He also carried two large bags on his back, but except for the slight sweat on his forehead, he looked extremely relaxed.

Yang Xiuwen couldn't explain it. After entering the dense forest, the heart secrets kept running, and the two spiritual energies of water and wood were continuously sucked into the body. It felt like a fish entering the sea or an eagle striking the sky.

This kind of environment is like the mountains and shrubs opening their arms to welcome their children, kind and extremely kind.

If you observe carefully, you will find that he and the dense forest are surprisingly harmonious and complement each other.

He smiled and said: "I don't know what's going on, I just don't like sweating, and I have been learning martial arts from my master for a while, so my physical strength is better."

Shui Maosheng took a deep look at him, nodded, and said nothing more. He knew in his heart that everyone had secrets, and he also had them.

The team in front stopped. Shui Maosheng ran to the front of the team and returned after a while.

He said: "Professor Wen is a little exhausted. Let's take a rest and set off in half an hour."

Feng Min was sweating a lot. She was in the middle of the team. As soon as she heard the break, she turned back to Yang Xiuwen and sat on his backpack on the ground.

Panting heavily, her chest heaved, her hair was wet with sweat and stuck to her pretty red face.

She stretched out her hand towards him, and after a few days of getting along, the two of them had a tacit understanding.

Yang Xiuwen first took out a towel and handed it to her, then took out a kettle from his backpack with a label on it - Min. After opening it, he also handed it over.

Feng Min wiped his face randomly, took the kettle, and started drinking.

The water overflowed from the spout of the kettle, flowed along the chin, through the white neck, through the collarbone, and then flowed into...

Yang Xiuwen glanced away and immediately looked elsewhere.

Feng Min saw his subtle movements from the corner of his eye, and the corners of his mouth formed a nice arc.

After drinking the water, he said to Yang Xiuwen: "Xiuwen, what kind of tea is this? Why is it so refreshing, sweet in the mouth, and slightly salty?"

Yang Xiuwen put away the kettle, tightened the lid, and put it into his backpack while saying: "I prepared it myself. It is very hot in the dense forest, and the human body will sweat a lot. Over time, it will become dehydrated or even dehydrated.

I added sugar, salt, and some Chinese herbal medicine to the water, which can relieve the body's weakness and fatigue caused by lack of water."

At this time Wang Sheng heard this and ran over, "I'll try it too!"

Yang Xiuwen nodded and took out a kettle from his backpack, but there was also a label on the kettle - Sheng.

Wang Sheng picked up the kettle and drank a few sips, smacking his mouth. Indeed, as Feng Min said, his body's hunger, thirst and fatigue were instantly relieved.

Holding the kettle, he saw the label on it and asked, "Xiu Wen, do we all have one?"

Seeing him nodding, he said gratefully: "I'm determined, brother!"

After saying that, he took a few more sips.

Yang Xiuwen took out two kettles and handed them to him, "Give them to Professor Wen and Lai Yingjun."

Wang Sheng took over the front.

He took out another kettle with the label "Bing" on it and handed it to Shui Maosheng, who was on guard behind him. "Maosheng, this pot is for you. It belongs to you and Li Li."

Shui Maosheng took the kettle and was extremely surprised.

The kettle is very big, almost two kilograms, and six water bottles are twelve kilograms. Counting other things, the backpack must be thirty kilograms, and two backpacks, fifty to sixty kilograms.

Carrying fifty or sixty kilograms, I walked for nearly two hours without stopping, sweating, or panting!

Is this fucking human?

After taking a sip, my eyes lit up. It tasted a bit like the "sacred water" that the clan members brought when hunting. Only the clan leader could prepare it.

He began to guess Yang Xiuwen's identity in his heart, but he didn't say anything and went to find Li Li.

Feng Min watched all this silently, then suddenly stood up and opened Yang Xiuwen's backpack. She was shocked.

In addition to the kettle, the backpack also contained a large bag of military compressed biscuits, bread, ham sausage, and even half a Jiangsu and Zhejiang ham wrapped in oil paper. It was cooked and exuded a strong aroma.

Climbing rope, four iron nails for fixing the tent, a small iron pot for marching, a sharp machete, and a small folding military shovel...

She couldn't imagine how heavy this backpack would be with so many things in it.

Why didn't you tell yourself? And he was also carrying his bag, so how much would it weigh?

Walking such a difficult mountain road is difficult even with empty hands...
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