Lante, a soldier of the She ethnic group, knocked on the empty canned food box with a rice spoon and sang the old folk song "Little River Flowing Water":

Ay~~~

The moon came out bright and shiny

Bright and watery

I think of my brother in the mountains

Brother walks like the moon in the sky

Heaven walks

Brother, brother, brother

The river flows down the mountain

Clear

Ay~~~

The moon came out and shone on the slope

Shine on the slope

When I see the moon, I think of my brother

A fresh breeze blew uphill

Blow uphill

Brother, brother, brother

Can you hear me?

It's called Brother

……

Rand's singing, full of the happiness of love and the pain of life, echoed in the tent, and melted into the storm outside, the brothers stopped chewing and listened attentively, this song carried the style of the Lingnan mountains, and the brothers couldn't help but high-five him according to the beat.

Rand sang passionately, high-pitched and loud, like a river, flowing from the bottom of his heart, and people with indifferent feelings could not sing such affectionate songs!

Pan Jiang also indulged in this poignant singing, and it seemed that it was the first time he had heard such an affectionate song.

It was stormy outside the tent, and Zhao Feng and Rand put on black ponchos and walked out. Pan Jiang thought that it was possible for this night to pass safely in the storm, and tomorrow, we would overcome all obstacles and march to Qilin City.

……

At about four o'clock in the morning, Pan Jiang was a little anxious, he opened his worried eyes, and suddenly a foreboding came to him: "Will the Xiyuan barbarian guerrillas make a surprise attack on us before dawn?" ”

Pan Jiang was completely awakened by his foreboding, and he was completely sleepy. He didn't care about the urgency of urinating, he got up gently, the orderly was still sleeping next to Pan Jiang, Pan Jiang didn't turn on the flashlight, he lifted his angel rifle from the gun rack, it was black everywhere, and he sneaked out of the camp tent quietly.

It was 4:30 p.m.

The night weather is humid and cold, and the difference between the heat and humidity of the day is 20 degrees. Looking back at the camp, the black tent was like a cemetery, dead and silent. Sentinels are set at the edge of the jungle. Pan Jiang admitted that Zhao Feng did have battlefield experience, and if it were him, he would have set up a guerrilla sentry post, and the guerrillas would naturally have loopholes to exploit. Where is the current outpost? Pan Jiang couldn't see clearly, maybe they were cloaked in ponchos and disguised as rocks or mounds, maybe these bastards were swimming in their sleep.

At this moment, only Pan Jiang was the only one in the entire camp who remained awake.

Nature has been extremely tired after a thunder and lightning, wind and rain roaring, the jungle is not moving at all and is panting, the air is cool but almost solidified, the gnats are dispatched, hovering around Pan Jiang like a mist, the Chinese herbal medicine mosquito repellent applied on the body seems to have failed, and it has to suck blood through the clothes! The base was muddy, but fortunately, there was no standing water. This is thanks to Zhao Feng's ability to let the soldiers dig a drainage ditch when he set up the tent. At that time, Pan Jiang thought it was too much.

The rain-soaked jungle seemed to be cemented, the overlapping and intertwined leaves hung low, dripping with droplets, and Pan Jiang chose a dead corner that the sentry could not see, and lay down with a poncho spread under him. Pan Jiang was lying on the shooting table, with the angel rifle in his hand, and as soon as he discovered the situation, he immediately opened fire.

It was five o'clock in the morning, and suddenly a thick fog rose from the jungle, and it was a gray smoke, like a great mouth of the devil, and rolled in the jungle, like smoke rising from a fire underground. The breeze slowly pushed it through the jungle, and the sticky particles soaked into Pan Jiang's skin, and the black mountains suspended in the thick fog. Everything is like a dream, weird, blurry, deformed.

Pan Jiang suddenly heard a slight noise, a beast crawled towards the trench in front of Pan Jiang, Pan Jiang couldn't figure out whether there were bears, jackals, badgers and foxes in the dense forest, he immediately shot as soon as he saw a brown strange shadow.

The strange shadow jumped up with a scream, and Pan Jiang realized that he was a Xiyuan barbarian guerrilla wearing a raincoat.

Perhaps it was at this critical moment that Pan Jiang fired a few seconds to save the elite Einsatzgruppen, and the soldiers who were dozing at the sentry post were awakened by the sound of gunfire and screams, and immediately shot into the jungle, and the soldiers who were sleeping in their dreams also immediately rushed out of their tents and shot into the dense fog of the dense forest on all sides, apparently, they hit several guerrillas. …… However, a few Nishihara barbarians stormed their camp, shooting arrows, throwing javelins, and slashing at the Rangers. ……

After a short battle, the Xiyuan barbarian guerrillas retreated into the jungle, and Pan Jiang did not let them catch up, because their task was not to eliminate the Xiyuan barbarian guerrillas, they had a more important task.

At 9 o'clock in the morning, the dense fog in the jungle slowly dissipated, and two soldiers of the Einsatzgruppen were injured, but no one was killed, Zhao Feng ordered the team members to search separately into the jungle, and in front of the Panjiang lurking site, there were seven corpses. …… Nine more bodies were found in the other directions, all dressed in ragged Xiyuan barbarian villager costumes. Apparently, the Western Plains Barbarian guerrillas were well acquainted with the jungle weather and decided to attack them while the Einsatzgruppen was asleep in the fog of dawn. …… If it weren't for Pan Jiang's urgency to find out that the enemy had fired early, their sentry would probably have been touched by the Xiyuan barbarian guerrillas, and then attacked the tent wantonly, then, Pan Jiang's Einsatzgruppen would have been finished on the first night of entering the jungle, so dangerous!

Thinking of this, Pan Jiang was a little afraid, thanks to the urgency of urinating at night.

The brothers did not know about this process, only that Pan Jiang's alertness and leadership saved the Einsatzgruppen. The biggest result this time was that Pan Jiang himself played a prestige, and Zhao Feng also began to look at Pan Jiang with admiration.

Fortunately, the injuries of the two injured soldiers were minor, so there was basically no problem after being stitched and disinfected and bandaged by the health staff of the team.

After Pan Jiang determined his bearing, he ordered to march through the jungle towards Qilin City.

By 10 a.m., the jungle fog had cleared and the Einsatzgruppen was ready to go.

According to the battle map, Pan Jiang determined the location and distance of Qilin City. From the map, it is only a little more than 30 miles, but in the primeval jungle, the marching speed is very slow, and it takes a long time.

Because the orderly soldier carried a backpack for Pan Jiang, Pan Jiang was light and easy, holding the angel rifle in his hand and preparing to take the lead, walking towards the dark and damp old forest. Pan Jiang had just taken a few steps, and the wild vines with hooks and thorns stumbled Pan Jiang's legs, the jungle was thick and dense, and the bright sunlight could not penetrate the canopy woven by the lush leaves, only occasionally a few spots of light penetrated through the mesh. Beneath your feet are soft black leaves. On an unknown tree in front of Pan Jiang's eyes, there was a net-like aerial root, swaying slightly, like a row of nooses, and then looking forward, I felt that my eyesight was sharply reduced, and in front of me it seemed to be a green and blackened tunnel leading to the bottomless abyss, and every step was a daunting adventure.

Oh, my God! The primeval jungle here is terrifying! This is many times more terrifying than the jungle they are in when they train in the rear! Pan Jiang's scalp couldn't help but feel a little numb.

Pan Jiang looked back at Zhao Feng, and there was a certain smile on this bastard's face, as if to say, "You can move forward!" "He was ridiculing Pan Jiang, and Pan Jiang really didn't know what to do.

At this time, Pan Jiang thought of the queen's advice, saying that Zhao Feng had rich experience in the jungle and wild survival, and after entering the primeval jungle, let him not be reckless in front of Zhao Feng. Pan Jiang had no choice but to order Zhao Feng to lead the team forward!

Zhao Feng showed that he was a "jungle expert", and in a domineering tone, he ordered three soldiers with machetes in front to clear the way, and let the tall Lante be the vanguard, followed by another She soldier, Lanke. Every time they slashed down, a mass of gnats soared, and the vines hung high above the canopy like a flexible swing rope, and they could not be cut even by a few slashes, but only hung in the air.

Rand suddenly screamed and retreated, trembling with fright. It turned out that a flower snake had fallen from the tree, and it fell in front of him with a "snap", and it seemed to ignore their arrival, and writhed calmly towards the rotten fallen leaves at his feet.

Pan Jiang couldn't help but gasp, and felt a strange feeling for no reason. I saw Zhao Feng take a step forward, lift the snake's tail like picking up a belt and shake it a few times, and threw it violently to the side, but he threw it not far away, hanging on a tree branch, swinging, and sending a creepy threat to the intruders in the jungle.

Zhao Feng immediately showed extraordinary courage, he grabbed the machete in Lante's hand and took the lead in slashing. After three minutes of chopping, he was panting and sweating profusely.

Pan Jiang looked at the clumps of non-grass, trees and vines in front of him, and sighed, Pan Jiang thought, "There has never been a human footprint here, right?" Fuck, the dog can't get through it! ”

Zhao Feng used an irresistible order: except for Pan Jiang, everyone must participate in the rotation of felling, and Pan Jiang really understood what it means to "cut thorns and thorns" at this time.

Felled for half an hour and advanced one hundred and twenty meters. At this speed, I don't know how long it will take to get to Qilin City, and I am already exhausted in half an hour, so it is impossible to maintain such a speed. If they can't get there, they'll be forced to camp out in the jungle, what a terrible prospect. ……

After taking turns chopping for an hour, Pan Jiang ordered to stop for rest and dinner.

After advancing two hundred and ten meters, Pan Jiang didn't know if it was the jungle that defeated them or if they conquered the jungle. Pan Jiang's soldiers were already exhausted and exhausted. The camouflage uniform has long been soaked with sweat, the stinky feet wearing boots have been eroded, and the sweaty legs are itchy and unbearable, how good would it be if you could take a shower at this time?