The expedition that entered Savage Mountain this time was the same number of fifteen people as the expedition that year.

However, compared with 30 years ago, Zhang Ling's expedition team is tens of millions of times stronger in terms of equipment and personnel composition.

The equipment that Du Chong prepared for Zhang Ling has reached the level of military level, and in terms of personnel, among the five people in charge of the guard, three are demobilized special forces, and the other two are a pair of Kachin brothers.

The two Kachin brothers, dressed in traditional Burmese cloth and carrying machetes and old-fashioned shotguns around their waists, stood in stark contrast to the guards around them armed to the teeth.

In addition to these security personnel, Du Chong also equipped Zhang Ling with professional medical personnel and logistics support personnel, all of whom are good at exploring with rich experience.

However, to Zhang Ling's surprise, the serious and old-fashioned Guan Min was also in the team, and he was silent and just holding a camera to shoot everywhere.

"Hey, why did he come along?" Zhang Ling looked at Lu Mingxuan, who was wearing an outdoor outfit beside him, and asked

"Dr. Kwan was very interested in the inscription, and he wanted to see the place with his own eyes!"

"Big brother, our trip is very risky, with such a nerd, what if something happens?"

Zhang Ling really doesn't know what these people think, this is Savage Mountain, not Disneyland, if there is any accident on the way, who can take care of him.

Lu Mingxuan shrugged his shoulders and said, "I persuaded him, but he insisted on coming along, what can I do?" ”

"I ...... Forget it, let it be. I'll tell someone to watch him in a moment! ”

As he was talking, this time, Qi Dapeng, who was the captain of the guard, hurriedly walked towards the two, he was a typical Shandong man, with a burly figure and a big face.

"Two gentlemen, we are about to cross the border, please follow the line!"

This time, their route into Myanmar was a smuggling route, which was very hidden, but also very dangerous.

Zhang Ling and his party walked cautiously against the steep mountain wall, and if they were not careful, they would fall into the bottomless mountain stream.

Crossing the treacherous cliff, the team entered the sea of reckless forests, and Zhang Ling could not see the road at all, only the green in his eyes.

Qi Dapeng discerned the direction for a moment, and he drew his sharp machete to open a path in front.

Walking in this dense primeval forest, Zhang Ling soon broke out in sweat, the jungle was humid and stuffy, and the air was filled with the smell of plant decay.

He really couldn't imagine how the survivors of the expeditionary force had managed to get out of this forest that was enough to make people crazy.

The speed of the march was very slow, and many times they did not even have a place to put their feet, because under the lush shade of the trees were full of intertwined roots, which could become entangled in the roots if they were not careful.

In the evening, the team finally entered the territory of Myanmar, and Qi Dapeng found a place with higher ground and sparse plants as a campsite, and buried the pot to make rice.

Zhang Ling's condition is not bad, although he has walked a long way, he does not bear the weight, so he is not as tired as those logistics personnel who carry equipment on their backs.

Qi Dapeng was an experienced fellow, he arranged the tent in the shape of a plum blossom, arranged patrol sentry posts, and installed infrared camp alarms a hundred meters away from the camp, which would give an early warning if any living creature touched these infrared rays.

But the most unexpected thing for Zhang Ling was Guan Min, who kept recording everything he saw along the way with DV, and from time to time he was still writing and drawing in his notebook, not tired at all.

After the arrangements were made, the logistics staff began to distribute food to everyone, which was a new type of marching food, two vacuumed bags, one for rice and one for vacuumed stir-fried vegetables, such as Disanxian and the like.

When eating, as long as you pour some water into the bag, no matter what kind of water, even if it is urine, shake it vigorously, and the lime in the outer package will heat up the food in the inner package.

Zhang Ling saw such a fresh thing for the first time, he picked a bag of fried shredded pork and a bag of rice, he poured some water from the kettle into it, shook it vigorously, and after a few seconds, when he opened the bag, a hot breath came to his face.

He took out his chopsticks and took a bite of the dish and tasted it, and immediately he frowned, this taste is really not flattering, it is like a university cafeteria.

However, he couldn't be much more particular about this environment, so he picked up the rice and took a big bite of it, browsing the surrounding scenery as he ate.

Suddenly, he saw Qi Dapeng carrying a box out of the tent with the three security guards.

When they opened the box, Zhang Ling squirted the rice out of his mouth.

He stood up and walked to Qi Dapeng's side and asked in surprise, "Why are you bringing so many guns?" ”

THE LONG IRON BOX CONTAINED SEVEN OR EIGHT TYPE 95 5.8MM ASSAULT RIFLES AND GLOCK 18 PISTOLS, AND EVEN SOME GRENADES.

Zhang Ling was almost scared when he looked at these weapons in front of him, what are these guys going to do?

"It's not peaceful on Hpakant's side now, and we may encounter the Kachin Independence Army or the Burmese government army at any time, and this road is not only known to us, in case we encounter other smuggling teams, we will suffer if we don't have weapons!"

After Qi Dapeng finished speaking, he divided these weapons, and when Zhang Ling saw those logistics support personnel with equipment on their backs skillfully inspecting the guns, he felt that this expedition team was about to become an army.

"Mr. Zhang, you have this gun with you, so you can protect yourself if you have anything!"

Qi Dapeng handed a Glock 18 to Zhang Ling, took the gun, he took it in his hand and checked it, this was the first time he touched a real gun, he had only played simulation before.

Qi Dapeng briefly explained the use of this gun to Zhang Ling, and Zhang Ling remembered them one by one and put the gun into his bag casually.

The two Kachin brothers didn't use the advanced automatic weapons, they pointed to the shotgun they were carrying and smiled, in their opinion, their own shotgun was better to use.

……

As night fell, Zhang Ling lay in his tent and took out the diary about the Emerald Valley that Du Chong had given him before leaving, which Du Chong had bought from his widow in England after Sir William's death.

This is a diary left by a military doctor of the expeditionary force that year, which records in detail the process of discovering the Emerald Valley and the specific road map.

I opened the yellowed diary, which read: "April 15, 1942, today is the third day we entered Savage Mountain, and there are no pursuing Japanese troops here, but this green demon is devouring our lives every day......"