The sound of panic startled the soldiers ahead.
Instinctively, they turned back.
Fang Ming was at the rear of the group, so he was closer. He rushed over with a few steps, extending a wooden stick for the soldier to grab.
But since the soldier was leaning backward, even reaching out was in retreat.
In just the blink of an eye, before the stick could reach, the soldier had already sunk in, swallowed up by the swamp.
Fang Ming abruptly stopped, looking at the bubbling swamp, quickly thrusting the stick in.
Fortunately, this time the struggling hand grabbed the stick.
The soldiers who rushed over from behind also helped to pull. It was difficult for four or five people to rescue the one who had fallen into the swamp.
But at last, he was saved.
The soldier, covered in black mud, propped himself on the ground, retching and spitting out the mud.
