Miki took the military dog Sasaki and five soldiers to follow the scent of the pilot to a stream, and then the military dog lost the direction of the beautiful animal. Miki knew that the cunning beast must be walking along the stream in the stream. "He thought he would be able to avoid the pursuit of the heroic Imperial Japanese Army? He underestimated the resourcefulness and courage of the Imperial Japanese Army. As soon as Miki gave the order, several Japanese soldiers followed him along the stream.

After chasing like this for a long time, the military dog Sasaki suddenly stopped, refusing to move forward any longer, and at the same time made a low "whining" sound.

"Sir, Sasaki seems to have discovered something and is reluctant to move forward." A senior soldier said.

"What the hell, Matsuda, is it a ghost animal?"

"I don't know, sir, but I guess not, maybe some beast."

"Ah, that doesn't matter," Miki waved his hand absently, "There are six of us, six guns, and it should be that the beasts are afraid of us." Comfort Sasaki well...... Let's move on"

"Sir, if there is really a beast, let everyone open the meat, these days eat balls, it's really ......"

Miki didn't look back, he knew that it was the non-commissioned officer Ono Akisai who spoke, although this person was his subordinate, but he was not very obedient, but he had a certain background, just look at the knife he carried with him. The one with such a sword must have come from a samurai family. It is only like this-one-book-read-small-say-guy will complain about the days when there are rice balls to eat every day. Miki didn't want to offend such a guy too much, so he didn't refute him, but said: "Don't complain, when we eliminate the ghost animals on the island, there are many good things!" ”

In this way, a group of people stepped into the territory of the anaconda.

Sasaki was still nervous, no matter how much the senior soldier surnamed Matsuda comforted him. Now it stopped again, clung tightly to its tail, and refused to go any further. Matsuda had no choice but to walk over and pick it up and move forward. At this time, Sasaki violated discipline and barked wildly.

"Sasaki, what's wrong!" Miki's face was full of iron.

Matsuda just opened his mouth to reply, but he felt a sharp pain in the back of his neck, and then a huge force pulled him down into the stream. Then, in the midst of an exclamation, he felt something tighten around him like an iron hoop, and it grew tighter and tighter, and he clearly heard the sound of his own bones breaking.

The sudden change caused the whole team to panic, and everyone watched in horror at the scene in front of them: a huge python tightly wrapped around Matsuda and dragged him into the stream. Sasaki rushed forward first, scratching and biting the python, but its attack power was so weak that the huge python didn't even bother with it.

"Baga!" Miki pulled out his pistol and fired several shots at the python. But the bullets from the southern pistols were clearly inadequate, and they slid off the boaconda's strong, smooth body that bulged out like well-deflated tires.

A soldier raised his rifle and prepared to shoot at the python, but Miki hurriedly pushed him away, "Baga! You're going to kill Matsuda! Stupid, with a bayonet! ”

Just when several soldiers were hurriedly redrawing their bullets, Miki had already pulled out his command knife and slashed at the python fiercely, and the inferior saber slashed on the python's body instead of splashing blood as he imagined, but bouncing high.

But these few slashes obviously hurt the python, and it let go of Matsuda and pounced on Miki with its bloody mouth wide open, as fast as an arrow flying over. At this moment, a cold light flashed, and it slashed at the python's body, chopping the arrow down.

It was Ono Akisai who slashed this knife, and his knife slashed deep into the python's body, almost cutting it in two. But now the knife is embedded in the snake bone. Unable to pull it out at once (Ono didn't dare to pull it out for fear of damaging the knife), the snake's tail flicked over and hit him hard, knocking him out.

Several Japanese soldiers rushed over with bayonets......

Obviously, it is no longer possible to continue the pursuit of Mizo, Matsuda is dead, and the bones of his whole body are broken. Sasaki was crouching beside him whimpering, and Ono was also seriously injured, presumably with a broken rib. Now he was sitting against a large rock, examining his knife in pain. There was a noticeable notch in the ornate patterned sword.

"A good knife, cough, cough," Ono coughed violently, "it seems to be useless." ”

"yes, it's a pity, if it weren't for this knife, we would ...... it today"

"Sir, the stretcher is ready."

"You guys carry Ono-kun well, and we'll go back." After a pause, Miki said, "This time it was my mistake, Sasaki has already issued a warning, but I ...... I'll ask my superiors for punishment when I get back. ”

"Cough, cough, Miki-kun, in fact, I was also at fault, I was also stunned at the time, if I reacted faster, the knife was faster, more accurate, maybe Matsuda-kun wouldn't ...... My father once said that no matter how many times I won in bamboo sword fighting, a samurai who had never seen blood was never a true samurai. If Sharu-kun was here, he would never be like this......"

The terrible Saru was a famous swordsman and an idol of Ono, who, according to Ono, had seen Saru demonstrate his unique skill, the Iai Slash, which Ono described as making it seem like even a Type 97 tank could be easily cleaved.

Ron had been watching from a short distance away, his M1911 pistol tightly in his hand, but he didn't intend to rob it with fire, not because of his "gentlemanly demeanor", but because he couldn't do it. He doesn't think he's good at playing Call of Duty, and he's really good at fighting the Japanese army. Shooting at each other with guns, that's the Army's business, he's empty - no, he's also in the Army, but he's in the Army Air Corps. And if it were known to his superiors that he - an ace who had shot down six planes (three of which were zero-fight) - was desperately fighting with a pistol and those Japanese infantrymen worth five yen (the postage cost when the Japanese conscription order was sent), he would definitely think that he had something wrong with his head.

The Japanese retreated, but this does not mean that everything is safe. In the jungle, it was always dark very early, and it was just after noon, and the sun moved a little to the west, and the forest was much darker. A blue-gray wet mist steamed through the forest. Make the whole rainforest stuffy and hot - there are no seasons in the rainforest, it's always the same humid and hot. After the pursuers left, Ron also left the stream, and the python told him that it was too risky to move along the stream. God knows if there is another such one in the stream ahead. Moreover, the National Geographic Channel also told him that Malayan bears also like to play in the stream.

But it wasn't long before Ron regretted his choice, there was no road in the woods, there were branches and vines everywhere, and the guys who were filming the jungle show had guides and machetes, but Ron only had a small dagger, and when he tried to cut a path with it, he had to always be careful to see if there was a colorful poisonous snake coiled in the dark places behind the branches and vines. For two hours, he walked only a few hundred meters.

Now that it was getting dark, the forest was getting darker and darker, and the visual distance was barely a few meters. What's even more terrifying is that there are more and more mosquitoes. Ron didn't know what was going on in the dirty mouths of these guys, but he knew that whether it was malaria or dengue fever, it would kill him silently in this jungle, and these guys were far more dangerous than the Japanese soldiers just now. Ron put the cigarette in his mouth and chewed it and applied it to the exposed parts of his body, hoping to use the strong smell of tobacco to repel mosquitoes, which seemed to have some effect, but there were still some things that were not afraid of the smell, such as the dry locust. They would even fall straight from the tree and onto Ron's head, then try to stare directly at his face or neck to suck blood.

Ron found a large tree and climbed it all the way to the top of the canopy, which was much higher than the jungle and much brighter. Ron could see that the setting sun was dyeing the sea a golden red and casting a faint purple hue over the dark green rolling mountains in the distance.

There is a constant sea breeze blowing here, which makes the branches of the trees sway. But these winds are good, at least here, because the winds are so strong that mosquitoes can't stay. And the locusts don't climb so high. Of course, more importantly, although Malayan bears and leopards can climb trees, they will not climb so high.

When Ron secured himself to the top of the tree with a strap, he looked back to see that the sun was picking up its last rays, and that the sea and the sky had gone from a fiery red edge to a deep purple and then a whole piece of pitch-black flannel.

That night, Ron barely slept. He was exhausted, but he was disturbed by the shaking of the branches, the strange whine of the wind blowing through the treetops, and the distant sound of the waves crashing against the shore or the wind shaking the jungle. It wasn't until dawn that I fell asleep intermittently for a few minutes......

Ron had been walking in the jungle for a whole week. The chocolate he carried with him had long since been depleted, and now he has become a natural enemy of small reptiles, whether it is snakes or lizards. But this was not enough to fill his stomach, and as his physique declined, his digestive capacity also rapidly declined. Symptoms of diarrhea also began to appear. Due to the dehydration caused by diarrhea and the electrolyte imbalance in the body, his once strong body was on the verge of collapse. But fortunately, the airport is close. In fact, he had already walked not far from the airport last night, when he could see the airport tower from the trees. In the middle of the night, barely asleep in a tree, he was awakened by the roar of an engine as a plane flew over him. At one point he wanted to wave at them, but he knew that it was useless, they couldn't see it. The plane flew away, and from its low, powerful roar, Ron could hear that it was a B17.

Leaving the last of the tropical palms behind, Ron stumbled to the runway, where he saw a blue and white flag flying on the tower. The flag swayed gracefully in the morning breeze, and the rising sun shone on it like a pair of translucent wings. Then he heard a shout, accompanied by the crisp sound of a Springfield rifle, and he fell heavily on the lawn by the runway.