1709: C1709 Life-saving

C1709 Life-saving

Is it good to be an emperor?

No matter what others thought, Lee Nanfang felt that the position of emperor was definitely not as easy as being scum.

Since ancient times, who among those who had succeeded to the throne had ever had a true childhood and enjoyed true happiness?

Ever since he was born, he had never seen his father.

Yin Shang Sovereign Soup, when you are three years old, you have to learn to ride a horse and shoot arrows.

When Zhou Wu Wang was six years old, he went through a life of asceticism with his father, looking for Jiang Ziya.

When Han Emperor Wen was nine years old, he started to think about how to govern the country.

When Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty was twelve years old, he had to familiarize himself with all the different families.

King Tang, Lao'er. When he was in his twenties, he thought about how to kill his own brother.

Song Zu and Zhao Kuangyin were both in their thirties, yet they were still forcefully dressed in the dragon robes.

Emperor Kang Xi was already over sixty years old, but he still had to think about how he could let his most beloved Minister He Heshen live after his death.

Being an emperor was no good at all. Being a scum allowed one to do as he pleased.

In comparison, being scum had its downsides.

At the very least, the Emperor would not step on the land mines, and the scum would.

It was a good feeling to be trapped by a landmine and send Lee Nanfang from nightfall to daybreak. He didn't know why he had to hold on for so long. As long as he raised his foot slightly, he could smoothly leave this damned place and go find his aunt.

However, the problem was that he was dishonorably leaving in such a manner.

If you go back, Aunt Yue asks him what have you been doing for months.

What did Lee Nanfang say?

That he participated in the Longteng Training Base selection, and was killed and eliminated in the end?

Who knew if this matter would turn into something that his dear aunt would mock him for the rest of his life.

Of course, Lee Nanfang could also lie to his aunt. However, those who had seen him in such a predicament were unable to deceive him.

The viper that set up the mines, the Dumb Pig that was like a swindler, and the Jade Rabbit that knew Mind Reading. The three of them were extremely clear on the reason behind Lee Nanfang's elimination.

Get rid of these three people and don't say anything.

Also, Rhesus Monkey, who looked like a chatterbox, wanted to drag Lee Nanfang to the end.

Also, when the virtual training selection began, Instructor Gong Jian cast a vicious glance at Lee Nanfang.

Also, the bull that threatened to have a good fight with Boss Lee here.

There was even a rat that was still unknown to this very moment whether it was alive or dead.

These people were paying attention to Lee Nanfang's performance.

If he was eliminated before these people, would he still have the face to meet others in the future?

As the famous Black Ghost, he wouldn't allow himself to be eliminated by a mine on this training ground.

There was a saying: "One does not stew the steamed buns to fight for breath."

For his sake, he definitely couldn't just leave like this.

Taking the initiative to give up and being forced to leave were two completely different concepts and could not be confused.

Lee Nanfang was even more reluctant to give up when he thought about how he was killed here and how much trouble there was. From midnight onwards, he began to dig beside the land mine at the foot of his left foot with his only weapon, the Military Thorn that was hidden in his military boots.

He remembered that when he went to look at the records of the military wars, he would mention stepping on the bridges of the mines.

If a person stepped on a mine, his comrade would come running over.

Then, as the two people argued that they should leave if they could, the comrades dug up the soil beside the mines and used Military Thorn s to pierce through the soles of the boots of the foot that stepped on the mines.

In the next moment, his comrade used all his strength to hold onto both ends of the Military Thorn, and pressed down on the land mine.

Next, amidst the argument between the two 'you hurry up and go, I'm not leaving', the person who stepped on the mine shined with hot tears and left. The poor comrade died on the spot after detonating the mine.

Lee Nanfang wished that he could have such a comrade.

If anyone would be willing to do so, he would thank them with two tears.

Unfortunately, ever since Jade Rabbit left, no one else came.

He could only silently dig until daybreak. Finally, on both sides of the landmine beneath him, he dug out a mud pit that was over thirty centimeters deep.

The AT17 type anti-infantry mine was shaped like a ball with a diameter of about 170 mm. A thirty centimeter deep pit was enough for Lee Nanfang to look into the bottom of the mine and find a piece of hard tree root that was buried deep underground.

It was this root that made Lee Nanfang, who had been depressed for more than ten hours, finally let out a smile.

Previously, it had been said that the location of the mine was very ingenious. It happened to be at the bottom of a huge tree with a diameter of two meters.

Next to it was a piece of root sticking out of the ground. Anyone who reached this point would step over this piece of root and then accurately step on the land mine.

Unless the person had obsessive compulsive disorder and had to step on the protrusion to get there.

After stepping on the land mine, he could only wait for death.

In any case, there was nothing around him that could be used as a cover. With Lee Nanfang's ability, he couldn't even run away head-on, let alone other people.

It was a life-or-death situation, but Boss Lee managed to find a chance to escape after a long period of calm thinking.

If a piece of the tree trunk, which was two meters thick, was able to protrude from the ground, then the roots below the ground would be even denser.

There was no need for much, all he needed was a section right below where the mines were buried.

He hollowed out the dirt around the tree roots and cut the clothes on his body into two long strips. One end of the strips were tied to the tree roots, while the other end was tied to the two Military Thorn s that had penetrated through the soles of the army's boots.

At that time, the Military Thorn, landmine and tree roots would form a "work" shape.

After the two pieces of cloth had been tightened, they could then place the bet on the left and right sides of the word "work", similar to a word "solid".

The cloth strips, Military Thorn s, tree roots, and soil were all used to firmly secure the mine in the middle. The cloth strips were used to create the pressure from the Military Thorn, replacing Lee Nanfang's weight, forcing the mine's fuses to not be activated that easily.

Could this be considered a slim chance of survival?

When all the preparations were done, Lee Nanfang squatted down and held on tightly to the two sides of his military boots as he slowly pulled out his feet.

This was his first time demining a mine, so all his plans were limited to fantasy and he was not sure if it would work.

What was more tragic was that he had already decided to use his two hands to replace the foot stomp. He had no choice but to face the mine head on.

There was no room for manoeuvre now.

If there was any mistake and the landmine exploded, Boss Lee's handsome face would be the first one to be hit by the explosion. He had to die even if he didn't want to.

However, if he succeeded.

Hehe, then go find a shoe and put it on.

Lee Nanfang slowly stepped out of his military boots, a drop of sweat on his forehead entered his eyes, causing him to be unable to open his eyes.

He did not dare to wipe the sweat off his face. Closing his eyes, he focused all of his mind energy on his ears, trying to listen to the slight sound produced by the detonation of the mine.

Luckily, when his left foot was completely detached from his boot and stepped on the solid ground, there was no unusual sound.

Then, it was time for him to resign himself to fate.

Lee Nanfang took a deep breath. His entire body was like a snail shell as it formed a ball. His legs slowly stored energy and his hands retracted slowly.

Now!

When Lee Nanfang heard the sound of the mine fuse being released, and the friction caused by the different weight bearing force, he no longer hesitated and flew backwards.

With a loud bang, his back slammed into the ground. He didn't care about the pain at all as he borrowed the force from his back to roll around once more. Finally, he hid behind another big tree.

Silence.

It was incomparably quiet.

The mine didn't explode, so what was the point of having the mine exploded?

As long as he could be sure that he was still alive, that would be enough!

Leaning on the tree trunk, Lee Nanfang breathed in a big mouthful of fresh air while wiping the sweat off his face. Finally, he was sure that he had successfully escaped danger.

Even though he knew very well in his heart that even if he died from the explosion, his fear of death and his desire to survive were still as real as before.

From this, it could be seen that whether it was in reality or in the virtual training ground, the psychological pressure brought by death was exactly the same.

No one could calmly face death when they were fully aware that they would not die.

A lack of fear of death meant a lack of respect for life.

A person who disrespected life, could he still be considered a human?

Lee Nanfang, who had survived the disaster, had such a thought in his mind, which reminded him of the people he killed.

He remembered that a long time ago, he would only kill someone when he was certain that they deserved to die. And he wasn't sure if that person should die, so when he attacked, it must also be when he was controlled by the black dragon's evil nature.

However, ever since he entered the virtual training ground, other than the first lucky guy who died under his hands, the remaining people didn't cause him any discomfort at all.

Especially last night, there were a total of three lives that had been brutally tortured to death by him.

What was this?

Did he look domineering in killing people like a cat fiddling with rats or a cheetah locking on to his prey?

Wrong!

At that time, he was more like a beast, a beast.2

There were only two people who could kill people like that, one was Yang Xiao, and the other was Lee Nanfang, who was controlled by the Black Dragon.

In short, he was definitely not the person Lee Nanfang knew.

Having experienced life and death, Lee Nanfang once again broke out in a cold sweat as he recalled his previous actions.

He already knew that he must have done something wrong.

Why would he make a mistake?

Was it because of the life and death pressure Yang Xiao brought him that forced him to have a twisted mentality of "I can't live on, no one can live on"?

"No way. I still cherish life. I love life."

Lee Nanfang shook his head with all his might, preventing himself from thinking about such a serious problem.

"Anyway, those people aren't really dead. When we leave this virtual reality training ground, I'll apologize to them. In any case, this place is still alive, right?"

After finding the most reasonable reason to comfort himself, Lee Nanfang finally calmed down.

However, the little bit of evil in his humanity didn't disappear because of his self-consolation. Instead, it deeply rooted itself in his heart, waiting for it to sprout.

Boss Lee, who had abandoned all distracting thoughts, quickly regained his confidence and thought of an even happier matter.

The people of Viper, Dumb Pig, Jade Rabbit and the others, didn't they all think that I would die here.

How many expressions would they have if they had seen me alive?

This was especially so for Viper, who kept saying that he would become father's lackey. Only a fool would not accept a lackey that was given for free.

Lee Nanfang revealed a relieved smile and reached his hand out to flick his pants.

Even though the wet mud on his trousers wasn't something that could be done with just a flick of his finger, only such a movement could show that he had "gone about his business and hidden his skills" --

Wait, someone's coming.

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