Chapter 23.3

As time passed, the soldiers began to feel tired. Their limbs felt heavy and their hands were covered in dust and gravel. They had to grasp the rocks twice before they dared to lift their feet. The rhythm of the team became chaotic.

Kevin turned to encourage the others, "We're almost there. I can already see the top of the mountain."

He looked back and saw the black heads of the other soldiers almost directly attached to his feet. The abyss was below them, and they seemed to be hanging in the sky without any support.

Kevin was not bothered by the height, but the others were exhausted. He told them, "Don't look back. We've already climbed two-thirds of the way. This mountain looks high, but it's actually only about a thousand meters. If you think about it, a thousand meters is not too far."

The soldiers were silent. They were not sure if they should be grateful for Kevin's encouragement or angry at his understatement of the difficulty of the climb.

Is he a fucking monster?! 

A group of elite military officers, large and small, finally felt the injustice of God belatedly—how could the gap between people be so large?!

Why is there such a wonderful thing as Fassbinder!

Kevin scrambled forward a short distance, and only stopped when the rope between him and Ben was taut again. This time, instead of turning back to speak without changing his expression, he pressed his ear against the mountain wall and listened for a while, holding his breath.

A faint "swishing" sound could be heard, traveling along the hard mountain wall and stone veins. It sounded as if something was moving within the mountain.

Fortunately, the others were focused on their own climbing, and so did not notice the ominous sound.

Kevin listened for a while, then raised his head with a frown. His previously calm and relaxed expression now showed signs of tension.

"So, even when climbing a broken mountain, one still has to hurry up," he thought to himself.

He sighed inwardly, but did not turn around to urge the others to hurry up. He knew that such urging would be largely ineffective.

Kevin continued, "There may be some debris falling from the top of your head soon. Just keep moving slowly, but be careful to avoid it. Don't climb all this way only to be knocked back down by a rock."

The soldiers were initially relieved to hear that the debris was just rocks. However, their relief turned to fear when they heard voices coming from above their heads.

The sound was very strange, like a human voice but indistinct, and the content could not be understood.

If had to describe it, it would be like a group of people who had their tongues pulled out shouting to each other, but no one could understand what they were saying.

Why was there such a sound on top of the mountain?

Everyone thought about it carefully, and their scalps began to tingle.

"The world is a big place, and we must calmly accept the existence of different ethnic groups," Kevin's voice came from above their heads.

Even at this time, the pervert still had time to make a joke. "Even if they are ugly, we cannot discriminate against them."

Everyone else was silent.

Kevin held a rock in one hand and a short knife in the other, and he lay quietly on the stone surface, squinting at the layer of milky white mist hanging on top of the mountain. He was like a bird clinging to the mountain wall, waiting for an opportunity to move.

Suddenly, he saw some black silhouettes appearing one after another in the milky white mist.

Kevin tensed up. "Here they come!"

In the blink of an eye, the black shadows in the fog jumped down at an extremely fast speed. They seemed to have suction cups on their hands and feet, and they jumped from top to bottom without rolling directly to the foot of the mountain. They came face to face with Kevin in two steps.

What Kevin had said earlier was not a joke. These things were really ugly.

Their huge heads had almost no "neck" transition to their bodies, as if they were carrying an old pumpkin on their shoulders. Their upper bodies were almost skinny, with their ribs clearly defined. However, they had a round belly that seemed to be inflated, and then two legs as thin as dry branches, with feet that looked like they would break if pinched.