Chapter 117: The Laws of Survival in the Jungle!

"I think it's feasible," Snow Leopard said. He felt that Qin Feng's plan was excellent; if they followed it, they might actually be able to break through the encirclement.

"I agree, it's feasible," Flying Shadow added.

"Feasible," Black Wolf concurred. He supported Qin Feng's approach, sensing that the strategy was sound. By setting up landmines and utilizing Qin Feng's skills as a sniper to detonate grenades from a distance, the enemy would truly believe they were attempting a breakout from that specific location. The enemy would then concentrate their forces there to attack, potentially creating the perfect opening for them to escape elsewhere.

"Right, Feng-zi, I also think your plan is feasible. Let's do as you said." He felt that Qin Feng's ideas were brilliant, often unconventional, and capable of solving problems in ways others couldn't imagine.

"Everyone, give me your grenades. Also, give me some of your button mines; keep a few for yourselves," Qin Feng said, looking at the team. He needed the grenades to set the traps. Button mines were a modern type of landmine, compact like buttons, easy to carry, and highly powerful—incredibly useful in real combat scenarios, capable of producing unexpected results.

The team nodded. They knew Qin Feng was going to lay the mines, and they trusted his expertise. They handed over their grenades and most of their button mines, keeping a few for their own backup.

"Are we heading to the edge of the Fog Forest now?" Black Wolf asked, sensing that reaching the perimeter would facilitate a better breakout.

"The fog in this forest is dense. If we travel along the path of the mist, there’s a risk of poisoning. We might end up just like those animals—dead," Flying Shadow said with concern. He felt their situation remained extremely dangerous; the fog was toxic, and running directly into its path would likely lead to inhalation.

Once exposed to the mist, there was a high risk of poisoning and death.

"Exactly. So, we need to prepare some wet cloth strips to cover our noses and mouths. That way, we won't inhale the fog," Qin Feng said. He had already noted this danger. He took out his combat knife, cut strips from his ghillie suit, and bundled them together. Once soaked in water, these would serve as effective masks to filter the air.

"Feng-zi, you truly have an unconventional mind. You think so comprehensively and always come up with solutions," War Eagle said, looking at Qin Feng with admiration. He felt that Qin Feng’s ability to analyze situations was remarkable; he was thorough and always capable of resolving crises.

"I just try to think broadly and look ahead," Qin Feng replied.

Next, the team found a river, soaked their cloth strips, and tied them over their noses and mouths, ensuring they wouldn't be poisoned by the fog.

In reality, Qin Feng was immune to most toxins. As a child, Old Man Qin had bathed him in various medicinal herbs, strengthening his body and granting him resistance to many poisons. However, to be safe and avoid any risks, he also covered his nose and mouth with a wet cloth.

With everyone prepared, they waited to reach the edge of the Fog Forest to initiate their escape.

"No time to lose. We must head northeast as quickly as possible. Let's move and break out. We will follow the direction of the drifting mist, and I will find the right spot to lay the mines," Qin Feng commanded. His expression was calm; he knew that the more dangerous the situation, the more composure was required to devise a successful escape.

The team nodded in unison. They needed to break out urgently; if they stayed, they would face not only the toxic fog but also the depletion of their food supplies. Even if the gas didn't kill them, starvation would.

A sharp, resolute glint flashed in Qin Feng's eyes. He knew their best chance lay in this diversionary tactic.

"Whoosh, whoosh!" Just then, the southeasterly wind in the Fog Forest grew stronger, howling through the trees, scattering leaves, and sending birds and animals into a frenzy. Panic gripped the forest, accompanied by a chilling, deathly aura that made the mist seem like the Grim Reaper, harvesting lives indiscriminately.

Gradually, the atmosphere of the forest became increasingly thick with the scent of death. It felt like a chaotic, terrifying place—a forest of death.

"We will definitely make it out safely," Qin Feng said, his gaze steady. He led the team toward the northwest, moving with speed and precision. The others followed closely, trusting in his leadership and his diversionary strategy.

Viewed from a distance, the Fog Forest was a sea of white. The shifting mist gave it an eerie, veiled appearance, as if the forest were wrapped in white gauze. Beneath this hazy exterior lay a murderous intent, marking it as a forest filled with lethal traps.

Although most animals were fleeing, some continued to hunt, seemingly adapted to the toxic environment. It was a testament to the law of the jungle: survival of the fittest.

"Nature's selection, survival of the fittest," Qin Feng mused. He noted that some creatures had evolved to withstand the toxins, a truly remarkable observation.

Under normal circumstances, he might have taken the time to study them, but there was no time now. Survival meant breaking out. After running for about half an hour, they reached the edge of the jungle. It was quiet outside, with no signs of the enemy. Qin Feng realized this was their golden opportunity to break through.