Pan Jiang faintly heard the shout of "Team Pan, Team Pan". ……

When he woke up, Pan Jiang saw Zhao Feng standing in front of him.

Pan Jiang found that after a night's rest, the soldiers looked languishing and sleepy-eyed and tired, the sweaty and filthy uniforms had left white flowers and salt frost after they had dried up, and some had swollen legs and feet, and walked with a limp, as if their energy had been drained by the cutting of yesterday's hours!

Pan Jiang wanted them to pick themselves up again.

He and Zhao Feng carefully studied the map for a while, making sure that they were not very far away from the forest stream.

The sky was surprisingly clear, the rising sun was slowly blazing, and the bush was at a distance from the bush, and the starry wildflowers in the low grass showed off their colors to the rising sun, and the aromatic smell dissolved and evaporated in the heat, and the jungle was indifferent and silent.

Before setting out, the Einsatzgruppen soldiers took off their hats and said goodbye to Rand's grave. They have been able to deal with it calmly, and they no longer have the primitive urge of grief for the loss of their comrades.

The green waves of the forest sea in the direction of the stream were eroded by the golden light of the hot sun.

According to the direction marked by Pan Jiang and Zhao Feng, the Einsatzgruppen went into the jungle again, sweating like rain, repeating yesterday's felling. In order to learn the lesson of Rand's death by poisonous insects, the Einsatzgruppen had to tie their cuffs and trouser legs, no matter how hot it was. Wrap your head with a cloth to your neck, and rub mosquito oil on your face, and it is hot and stuffy, this kind of sin is not for man. They looked at each other, unsure whether they were human or beastly. …… Heaven did not have mercy on them, perhaps God was testing their will.

After two hours of hard work by the Einsatzgruppen, Pan Jiang announced a break for dinner, but there was not much drinking water left. Everyone is so thirsty that although there is water in the forest, they can't drink it, and even the use of water purifiers can't eliminate its stench, and a few drops of it will cause vomiting. If they can't find water for another half a day, they will be in a desperate situation.

At this moment, the hygienist leaned over to Pan Jiang and whispered:

"Head! I hear the sound of running water ahead! ”

"Really?" Pan Jiangdi listened to it for a while, and a flowing sound faintly came, and it was concluded that it was not the sound of the wind blowing the leaves, Pan Jiang couldn't help but shout happily, "Brothers, listen, there is a small river in front of you!" That's the brook in the woods! ……”

The sound is getting clearer.

"The top is more than thirty meters away from us," Zhao Feng also heard it, and he yelled, "Cut it down!" Not only do we have water to drink, but we also have a bath! ”

The power of hope was endless, and in just 15 minutes they reached a stream that was shaded by green trees. The brethren of the Einsatzgruppen cheered, and the tinkling of the brook was the most beautiful and heartfelt song. The sound of the stream was caused by a two-metre-high drop, and a stream splashed down the verdant trees, splashing down the cliffs.

Under normal circumstances, it was not a waterfall at all, not even a landscape, but it was a paradise for the suffocating and thirsty soldiers who emerged from the old woods, and the brethren were inspired by this almost illusory sight and became carried away.

"Our paradise has arrived!" Some of the soldiers shouted and threw themselves into the stream with all their equipment, drank the sweet spring with their hands, and buried their heads in the water. ……

Pan Jiang and Zhao Feng invariably held guns in their hands, monitoring the upper and lower ends of the stream to avoid being attacked by the Xiyuan barbarian guerrillas. …… In the end, it was finally confirmed that there were no Xiyuan barbarian guerrillas around, and Zhao Feng ordered each team to send a sentry, and the others could strip and take a shower, and fill their own water bottles after everyone took a bath.

Pan Jiang also went down to drink the stream water, but he didn't expect the spring water in Lingnan Guidi to be so clear and cool. They were all happily caressing their sweat-soaked bodies, shivering with joy.

Pan Jiang ordered everyone to wash their sweat-soaked military uniforms and underwear and put them on the bushes on the shore to dry. …… At this time, it was a very hot time at noon, but the stream hidden in the dense forest made them enjoy the quiet, fragrance and coolness, and the birds chirped in the forest, which made Pan Jiang fully feel the comfort after anxiety and the heartiness after exhaustion, which was the reward of God for the victims.

As long as there is this stream, they will no longer suffer from cutting thorns and thorns, and they will not lose their way along the stream, they will go upstream, to the bottom of Qilin Mountain. At night, they can find a gravel beach to camp.

The creek saved them, and the jungle on both sides looked like a curved green tunnel, and along the creek, they saw Mount Kirin.

Pan Jiang ordered the brethren who were nostalgic for the stream and spoke foul words to go ashore, put on their half-dry military uniforms, and set out in full gear, because having the stream by its side was tantamount to a pleasant trip. If the bank of the stream could not be crossed, they walked through the stream on the pebbles. The cheerful waves of the gurgling water made them forget the war, and they forgot the scorching heat of the sun, which seemed to feel thirsty, shining and frolicking in the waves through the green shade of the river.

The dark green leaves rustle over their heads, and the woodpecker beats lightly on the branches of the deciduous trees, knocking on the branches with its sharp beak and making a "bangbang" sound. The squirrels scurried from branch to branch like a breeze blowing through the trees, flicking their big tails and staring curiously at their new inhabitants of the woods with bean-like amazement. All these sounds form an elegant and harmonious forest song.

The Einsatzgruppen marched vigilantly, and after walking about 200 meters, they saw a burlap bag that Nishihara often carried on his body in the grass under a tree. The vanguard Cao Cheng asked Pan Jiang if he had gone over to take a look.

Pan Jiang nodded.

Zhao Feng advised: "Cao Cheng! Be careful! Don't move it easily, it's likely that Nishihara put it there on purpose, and there may be traps around! ……”

Cao Cheng, the young and shrewd soldier, tiptoed towards the satchel with an angel rifle, looking a little funny. Then he circled around the satchel like he was inspecting a monster, and he didn't touch it until he knew the details. At this moment, Cao Cheng, who was originally cautious, suddenly jumped up like a high platform diving, and then flipped in the air, and was hung upside down by a lasso under his head and feet, followed by a few abnormal sounds, Cao Cheng had already been hit by a few bamboo guns and bamboo nails, and he screamed and was covered in blood......

Just from this trap, you can see the cunning of Nishihara. His trap string doesn't hang on to the satchel, but hides it in the grass next to the satchel, and when your attention is all on the satchel, you step on it.

Pan Jiang, Zhao Feng and the soldiers of the Einsatzgruppen turned pale, and their eyes were about to split: "Dog. Day. The Nishihara is too vicious! ——”

……

Pan Jiangqiang, who calmed down, held back his anger and asked the hygienist to take care of Cao Cheng, who was killed by the trap of Xiyuan Man, and then ordered everyone to continue walking along the stream in the direction of Qilin Mountain.

Suddenly, someone shouted,...... Pan Jiang saw a soldier lift the angel rifle upwards and fall down. vanished from the ground, followed by an inhuman wail.

Pan Jiang hurriedly asked the two soldiers to drag the trap up.

The state was terrible, the sharp bamboo sticks pierced through the soldier's lower abdomen like a straight bayonet and penetrated through the back, when he pulled him out of the bamboo sticks, his entire stomach and intestines were dragged out, the trap was splashed with blood, he was laid flat on the ground, and immediately became a puddle of blood under his body, his eye sockets were deep down, and blood flowed from his mouth, he looked at Pan Jiang, and his bloody lips moved:

"Captain! …… Kill these Nishihara Brute Dog mongrels. ……”

The young soldier died with a crooked head! His spasmodic hand grabbed two handfuls of blood mud, and Pan Jiang's heart sank in horror. Before they reached the foot of Qilin Mountain, two brothers died, and they died so miserably, fuck, isn't that too much deception?

Pan Jiang's eyes were red, looking up at the silent Qilin Mountain in the distance, the fire of resentment and hatred rose in the empty Xiong, Pan Jiang secretly swore in his heart: I must avenge the dead brothers!

The jungle sunset was gorgeous, and the blazing red light reflected the western sky; It's like a fire. The clouds floated, like a steaming river of blood overflowing the Qilin Mountain to the north. A gray twilight followed, and a night mist like blue smoke poured in from all sides, and hazy shadows shrouded the secluded primeval jungle on the surface.

Pan Jiang led the Einsatzgruppen to move cautiously along the stream, and after another day's walk, they came to the vicinity of the foot of Qilin Mountain. On the way, they encountered several Xiyuan Barbarian guerrillas, but the number was very small, and they were all easily killed by Pan Jiang and them, and they arranged for the leaders to use long branches and other tools to test the traps on the road, so as to avoid being trapped by various traps set by Xiyuan Barbarian again.

After coming to the vicinity of Qilin Mountain, Pan Jiang found that the terrain had changed abruptly, rising sharply, the forest on both sides of the trail was dense and the grass was deep, the vines and kudzu were vertical and horizontal in the place where there was no forest, the mountain grass was as high as two meters, and some sections were low thorn bushes. …… What Pan Jiang imagined was the protrusion of strange rocks, blocking the flowing stream and making the stream diverge.

The Einsatzgruppen waded across the stream and then into a steep canyon. However, it is not a canyon, but a gap between two strange rock cliffs. Pan Jiang couldn't help but wonder sharply, how could an effective battle be fought in this rocky mountain? Pan Jiang secretly thought to himself: Whether the local Xiyuan barbarian guerrillas are hiding in the bushes, artemisia grass, or behind rocks, we will not find out, after he shoots arrows at you, even if it is 20 meters away, you can't catch up, and you can't even fight back, as soon as he shows his head and shoots an arrow and then retracts, you can only shoot at the stones. It's a lot like street fighting, he's in the house, you're on the street or in the courtyard. He shoots at you from the window, and you have nowhere to hide.

Go forward again, the scenery is more peculiar or more dangerous, there are many karst caves on the steep cliffs, the small ones can accommodate two or three people, the big ones can accommodate dozens of people, some karst caves not only have large capacity and many exits, many cave entrances are overgrown with weeds or kudzu vines, and there are natural warehouses everywhere.

The Einsatzgruppen ventured into a path, a crack in a hill, and looked upwards to see a blue sky, with a clear stream jumping and rushing in the cracks in the rocks beneath their feet. The sunlight casts on it from the crack, and the golden light is shining, and it makes people dizzy and palpitating to see. ……

Further on, a small stream gushed merrily out of the mountain crevice, making a tinkling sound, and the green snake meandered like a snake in no knowing where it was going.

The soldiers of the Einsatzgruppen all squatted down, drank and washed, and were as cool as autumn. Pan Jiang couldn't help but feel a pang in his heart, between this rocky cliff cluster of stone forests, not only lost the road, but also lost the goal, Pan Jiang could not see where Qilin Mountain was now, just like entering the jungle into another labyrinth.

Pan Jiang ordered his troops to stop advancing and took out a map, but could not determine which path they were on. …… Mountainous landforms like this cannot be shown on a map.

Pan Jiang decided not to advance, exited the rift, and returned to the rock cliffs full of caves, and the three teams each found a cave to camp.

There are many leeches, mosquitoes, and flies in the cave. The brothers smeared the exposed areas with insecticide oil, set up tents, and spent the night in peace. Pan Jiang really couldn't understand, how could he suddenly get lost in these rock cliffs? How do you find these trails on the map? The compass is useless, it points in the direction of impassable cliffs.

Pan Jiang warned every soldier that he must save food and ammunition, so as not to eat four-legged snakes and ant eggs to satisfy hunger.

The heat was so suffocating that it was hard to breathe, Pan Jiang woke up, and the luminous watch pointed to 3:15 in the morning. Sitting in a daze, knowing that a storm was coming, he couldn't tell what effect it would have on their actions.

Suddenly, there was a dazzling bright light, which made the eyes dark, and then there was a deafening roar, like a bomb of 10,000 tons, which exploded the celestial bodies, and the rumbling roar collided with each other in the mountains, and the sky shook and shook, like a truck roaring over, thrilling. Then there was a downpour of rain and a howling wind, but fortunately they were in a cave, otherwise the tent would have been swept up into the sky.

The whole world seems to fall into a bottomless abyss, rolling endless dark clouds, like a black mountain that has been crushed, the raindrops like iron beans hit the rock cliffs, crackling and exploding, and a thunderbolt flashed a few crack-like electric lights on the black sky, and the moment that illuminated the mountains and fields remained on Pan Jiang's brain for a long time, like a golden scratch.