The winding mountain road was muddy, and no one in the whole team made a sound, only the sound of "chirp, chirp" made by stepping on the muddy ground.

Zhang Wa, who was walking on the outermost side, listened to the sound of footsteps in the silent mountains, and looked around intently, he was surprised to find that these footsteps were basically made by his own action team members, and there was only a slight sound of stepping on the ground under the feet of the surrounding clansmen.

He looked coldly, and saw that these tribesmen in animal skin vests were basically low and well-proportioned, barefoot, walking on the muddy mountain roads with extremely brisk steps, and basically no sound could be heard.

Zhang Wa couldn't help but sigh secretly that these people are still specially trained special forces, but they can walk on such muddy mountain roads, and they are still not as good as these villagers who have lived in the mountains for generations.

The place where the patriarch lived was in the col at the foot of the mountain, and Wan Lin could see from a distance that bright torches had been lit in the col, and the torches extended from the col to the slope where the group was traveling, forming a string of beating lights in the night, which was particularly eye-catching.

In the distance, Wan Lin saw in the light of the fire beating in the col that a circular building was built in the col, like a huge castle standing in the col, and there was a crowd of people inside, many of whom were carrying torches.

Only one side of the col is a gentle slope, while the other three sides are steep cliffs. At the foot of the hill there was the sound of a torrent crashing on the shore, and a rushing river roared past the hillside with its churning flowers.

Wan Lin walked and observed, no wonder this tribe would have survived here for hundreds of years, and the place where they gathered was surrounded by cliffs on three sides, one facing water, which was easy to defend and difficult to attack. Surrounded by mountains, abundant water and grass, and a variety of animals, it is indeed an excellent place for hunters.

Coming to the foot of the mountain, the turbulent river is displayed in front of everyone's eyes, the lang flowers splash in the river channel more than 20 meters wide, a ** water lang turns up a huge lang flower and rushes forward, and the road lang flower slaps on the stone wall on the bank to make a huge sound.

On the opposite side of the river stood a dozen strong men with torches in one hand and automatic rifles in the other, their cold eyes shining in the firelight, and a dense forest growing on the opposite bank of the river. Two thick ropes made of vines cross the river, and on top of them are arranged with boards fifty or sixty centimeters long, forming a soft rope bridge over the turbulent river, without any handrails on either side of the bridge deck, and the small bridge rises and falls in the stirring of lang.

From the treacherous terrain, this is the only way to enter the manor, but the rushing river in front of it provides a natural protective barrier for the manor, this narrow pontoon bridge is not only a passage to enter the pass, but also can be cut at any time in a critical moment to protect the people inside.

Wan Lin's heart sank when he saw the terrain here. He knew that once he entered the manor, his group would be like birds like cages, and it would be difficult to break out.

He turned his head to look around, and saw that the area was densely packed with scimitar people staring at him, and he shook his head slightly, knowing that in this situation, it would be difficult to break through without paying huge casualties.

He gritted the root of his teeth, and secretly said in his heart: Maybe there is a way to settle peacefully when he enters the manor, no matter how difficult this group of people is, they will not do it indiscriminately to their own group of people who did not harm them, right? Even in the event of a conflict, it is not yet known who will kill the deer.

The patriarch came to the river and looked back at Wan Lin coldly, turned around and walked towards the shaking bridge, the patriarch in his sixties stepped firmly on the bridge deck, walked across the bridge step by step, and followed the action team members who stood on the side of the bridge and looked at the opposite side.

Wan Lin coldly watched the patriarch walk across the river, and already knew in his heart that this old man was actually a martial arts master, he walked slowly on the undulating bridge deck, and his upper body did not shake, which showed that the patriarch's lower plate was extremely stable, and only those who had practiced martial arts could have such a stable lower plate kung fu. The two bodyguards behind him walked across the pontoon bridge together without moving.

It is relatively easy to move quickly on this violently shaking bridge deck, and the slower it is, the more you need to have a deep skill under your feet, otherwise it is difficult to maintain your balance on the narrow bridge deck.

Wan Lin saw that the patriarch walked across the bridge and stood up looking back at them, his face seemed to have a taste of mockery, he said to Lao Liu coldly: "Go", his right hand tightly held Lao Liu's arm and got up and walked towards the bridge deck. He knew that with the scimitars around him surrounded by force, the only way to avoid conflict was to go through it head-on.

At this time, Abu, who was killed by Xiaohua and Grandpa Wanlin, grabbed Wanlin's side and asked in a low voice, "I'll help you over!" Wan Lin shook his head, grabbed Lao Liu's arm and walked towards the bridge.

The old patriarch on the opposite side and the clansmen on both sides looked closely at the two people who were walking towards them. The narrow bridge swayed violently up and down the turbulent river, Wan Lin tightly grabbed Lao Liu's arm and walked to the edge of the small bridge, stepped lightly on the edge of the wooden plank on the bridge deck, gave most of the bridge deck to Lao Liu, and suddenly shouted softly: "Go!" "Suddenly lifted under his feet, stepped on the bridge like a cloud, and walked leisurely to the middle of the river in a blink of an eye.

The river under the bridge churned violently, and splashed flowers surged under the soles of the feet of the two men. Everyone's eyes were nervously watching the feet of the two.

In just an instant, Wan Lin seemed to grasp Lao Liu across the turbulent river as if his feet were not touching the bridge. The old patriarch on the other side had a gleam in his eyes, and Abu on this side let out a long breath, and a smile appeared on his face. He smiled and looked at his brother, as if to say: The descendants of the benefactor are definitely not bad!

Immediately after, Hong Tao and Feng Dao, who were behind, stepped on the narrow bridge deck at the same time, staring straight ahead, their upper bodies straight, and striding across the bridge deck......

A group of team members walked across the bridge without paying attention, and at this time, the eyes of the old patriarch and the people gathered on both sides of the river had already shown surprise, and the scimitar and muzzle in their hands unconsciously drooped.

Except for their people, they had never seen anyone who walked on such a narrow soft bridge without paying attention. Warriors, these are all warriors! For the brave people who advocate fierceness, there is nothing to impress them, only warriors can make them admire and convinc.

In the dim darkness of the night, they had not yet noticed that there were still a group of young female soldiers in the group that had just crossed the river, otherwise they would have been even more shocked.

They didn't know that this test was really a piece of cake for these specially trained players. Even a rope will not stop their steps, let alone such an undulating small wooden bridge.

The old patriarch's eyes were no longer filled with that indifferent expression, but a hint of doubt was added, he had never seen such a soldier.