"Jacob~" Zheng Fei's brows furrowed slightly, and he smiled: "The name is good." Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

"So what do you want?" Jacob's expression did not change in the slightest, and he lowered his eyelids and stared at the well, his tone cold.

He was already numb, and in just ten minutes, he was so drunk that he watched the cottage he had worked so hard to run being ruthlessly destroyed, and then he was lifted up by a strong man like an ox and thrown to the well, filled with a large bucket of water.

Zheng Fei stared at him, paused for two seconds, and grabbed the sailor's gun.

Bang!

Jacob collapsed in a pool of blood.

The night sky, filled with dark clouds, finally could not be suppressed, and the torrential rain poured down, as if washing the blood-soaked hill.

"Why?" Santiago was stunned, depressed.

"Some people don't deserve to live. ”

"No, I mean, why is it raining all of a sudden......"

Zheng Fei couldn't laugh or cry at his strange concern, wiped his wet hair, and shouted: "There are still some huts that have not been blown up, everyone is crowded, take shelter from the rain here tonight!"

With the sound of the drizzling rain, his shouts echoed through the mountains, and the aftermath of the sermons was heard until a thunderclap arose, and they were beaten away.

The crowd rushed away and rushed into the hut against the chaotic rain, Zheng Fei took off his clothes and wrung them out, found a dirty bed to sit down, and leaned against the wall to sleep for the night.

The sound of rain mixed with the sound of whining, layer upon layer, played a tense and empty music for this supposed silent mountain night.

And just like that, fell asleep.

Early the next morning.

What woke Zheng Fei up was the unique bird cry in the mountains, the air was fresh and pleasant, they stood on the branches and jumped with their mouths, and pecked a bug to replenish their strength by the way.

After sitting and sleeping all night in a harsh environment, Zheng Fei woke up with a sore body and felt like he had done a high-load exercise yesterday.

But Santiago was even more unlucky, sleeping on the pillow with his neck crooked all the time, and the slightest movement made the pain straight, if I had to describe the guy's expression, it was Garfield's helplessness.

Last night's sudden heavy rain soaked everything that could be ignited on their bodies, and the dry food was also soaked by the rain, so they couldn't eat breakfast and had to go on the road on an empty stomach.

Fortunately, after the rain, the sky was clear, and the sun was shining.

This was the time for the natives to use their hunting instincts, and they brought back two wild boars, five sheep, and countless hares and birds for the whole group in less than half an hour.

As a local, the guide Klin led everyone to shave a lot of edible wild vegetables and boiled them in a large pot to make a nutritious and nourishing meat and vegetable soup.

After a mouthful of hot broth, the intestines suddenly became much more comfortable, people's energy was refreshed, their complexions recovered a lot, and they began to talk with great interest.

"Hey, the last piece of meat is left for me!" from San Diego.

"Why don't you say that the last bullet is left for you?" Hans mercilessly pulled the meat chop into his bowl and licked it to show possession.

Listening to their bickering, Zheng Fei smiled happily, and after looking around, he climbed a high boulder, bathed in the warm sun, and carefully took out the map from his arms and spread it out, fortunately it was dried with pine oil and did not scatter the ink, and it was not eroded by the rain.

The yellowish drawing, slightly old, with its curves connected together to form the general outline of the mountains, has a distinctive point on this drawing, which is specially marked with text, which is the hiding place of the descendants of Sparta.

In the heart of the mountains, more than a dozen descendants of exiled Sparta have migrated to the center of the Roman Republic since the fall of Sparta more than 1,000 years ago, and have lived for generations, reaching tens of thousands today.

Judging from the map, it was still a thirty-kilometer mountain road to reach this place, so Zheng Fei decided to temporarily disassemble and bury the cannon, and all the staff marched lightly.

In the evening, I came to the designated place, but I didn't even find a figure.

Not to mention people, even birds are scarce, and the nearby mountains are not only high, but also the vegetation is scarce, and occasionally a goshawk will skim overhead and go straight through the clouds into the distance.

Climbing a high mountain, they walked straight ahead, revealing a desolate landscape that remained unchanged, and after a long time, the cliffs blocked their way.

This cliff is 200 meters high, and if you look down, you can't help but feel weak.

However, compared to the cliff opposite, it is still a small one, which is five or six hundred meters high, and exerts a heavy sense of oppression on people.

In addition to the difference in height, the environment and landform are also very different.

The cliffs here are bare, and because the weather is warmer, a little grass barely grows, and it is dotted with a rare touch of green.

On the other side, even if the distance is only a few tens of meters, it is a different scene.

Green vegetation covers the entire cliff, and streams of small mountain springs flow down the cliff wall, gathering at the bottom of the mountain and feeding the entire mountain stream.

From time to time, a rabbit's head, or a monkey, poked out of the lush grass, and quickly shrank back, perhaps to get a breath of fresh air, or perhaps just to look outside.

Why is there such a big gap when it's so close?

Puzzled, Zheng Fei sat down and spread out the map, he was sure that he was completely in accordance with the standards on the map, but now there was no shadow of the Spartans, could it be that the prince was playing tricks? No, even if he had this heart, he didn't have the courage.

Unconsciously, he frowned, looked up at the fiery red sun in the west, lowered his head, and fell into deep thought.

Could it be that the descendants of Sparta are hidden in ......

His gaze was on the lush cliffs opposite.

The stream of water flowing down the cliff made him even more convinced of his suspicions, and he called out to the brown bear hunter who was sharpening his knife with a stone not far away.

The brown bear hunter pouted and ran over.

"Is there something wrong?"

Brown bear hunters are never polite.

"Go down and have a look. Zheng Fei pointed to the bottom of the cliff.

The brown bear hunter glanced down, twisted his eyebrows, and said, "It's too high, our rope isn't long enough." ”

With that, he looked up at the cliff opposite, looked at it carefully, and smiled stupidly.

"There it is!"

He removed the bow and arrow from his back, quickly wrapped a rope around the end of the arrow, and swung his arm to draw the string and aim at the opposite side.

"What are you going to do?" Zheng Fei asked habitually.

The brown bear hunter curled the corners of his mouth.

Sou!

Arrow feathers whistled out, and sharp arrows were deeply embedded in the thick trunk of the tree.

The brown bear hunter tugged at the rope vigorously, and it was quite steady.

"Good luck to me. (To be continued.) )