Putting the submachine gun behind his back, the machete tightened the equipment on his body, and the first one began to climb up the mountain, and the other book friends were reading: Digital Wars. ['] Product "Green" The rough rock grinds the hand, but the machete does not dare to take it lightly, there are not many places on the rock that can be picked by the hand, and if you don't care, you will slide down. Looking down slightly, the soldiers who came with him also slowly moved up against the rock like geckos, and the machete took a deep breath and continued to climb up the raised rock.

Endured the sharp pain in his fingers, the machete was finally about to climb the cliff, according to Wu Zuo, the Japanese army supply point hidden in the mountain forest was on the other side of the cliff I ate the devil fruit full text free reading. Fixing his feet on a protruding stone, the machete stabilized his body and slowly poked his head out of the cliff to look forward, and what caught his eye was still lush thatch, no wonder Wu Zuo said that he would not be found if he went up from here, and it turned out that the top of the cliff was overgrown with thatch.

The light one turned over, and the machete was the first to climb the cliff, and the soldiers who followed also climbed up. Originally, it was enough to just come up with a machete alone, but the mountain road was halfway through, and people needed to climb up the cliff along the mountain. In order for the team to climb the cliff smoothly, the machete decided to take this opportunity to get a rope to climb the mountain with a rope first, so that the next time they came, they didn't have to climb the mountain. There were too many ropes and sticks needed, and the machete could not be carried by one person, so the soldiers discussed it and divided the rope and stick into several parts, and each person carried one and climbed up with the machete.

Hiding in the thatch, a short walk out, you can already see the camp hidden in the woods, built less than 500 meters from the cliff. They also need to go down the mountain road on the other side of the cliff into the woods to attack the camp, but fortunately there is a patch of thatch and shrubs between the cliff and the camp, which is the favorite of the direct company. For a direct company that is good at taking advantage of the terrain to launch attacks, such a terrain is perfectly suitable, and as long as it is planned properly, it should not be a problem to take that camp.

While the soldiers were fixing and weaving rope ladders, the machete cat waist moved forward for a while, and he also had to determine the situation in the camp, arming, fortifications, personnel distribution, and weapon configuration, these are all things that the scouts often do, and they are naturally no strangers to machetes. Looking around the camp back and forth with a telescope, the machete drew a sketch of the camp and the situation inside on his notebook, reconnaissance and mapping This was given to everyone by Roger as a focus when he was in Ledo, and everyone in the direct company, including those female soldiers, would do this.

The terrain of the cliff is higher than the camp, so the machete's vision is very good, and it can be seen very clearly and clearly, but the machete also has a trace of doubt in his heart, since the camp can be seen here, why don't the Japanese garrison troops on this cliff to defend, if it is replaced by a direct company to set up a camp in the woods, Zhao Zhi will never let this cliff sit idle, is it that the Japanese disdain to defend this cliff or is there something to do? For the questions that flashed in his mind, the machete tended to the latter interpretation, according to the experience gained from the previous battles with the Japanese army, the Japanese army would never let this cliff go untouched Jurassic.

With the doubts in his heart, the machete led the soldiers down the cliff along the rope ladder that had just been braided, and Wu Zuo was still honestly tied to the tree, without the slightest trace of struggle. The machete didn't show the doubts in his heart, but just escorted Wu Zuo on the road in a hurry, he was going to rush back to the cave at night, and Zhao Zhi was still waiting for his news. There are people in the cave who can speak Burmese, as long as he goes back, the questions in his heart will be answered, if this Wu Zuo wants to play any tricks, the machete will not mind killing him.

Under the cliffs are gravel and scattered thatch, with few shrubs and trees, only a few sparse ones. By the time they came down from the cliff, it was nearly dusk, and by the time they had rested and returned to the road, the night had already shrouded and the visibility was beginning to blur a little. The machete stared down at the stone from which he came and found the mark he had left, and then asked everyone to distance themselves and escorted Wu Zuo along the way he came to the direction of the cave.

Wherever the road near the mountain is always tortuous, there are always bends, and the machete, which is the vanguard, always stops at every corner to listen to the movements around it. The machete never believed Wu Zuo, not that he doubted Zhao Zhi's judgment, but that he didn't believe that Wu Zuo would be so honest, the winding mountain road in the night was a good time to escape, and the machete didn't believe that Wu Zuo was not planning to escape.

Wu Zuo walked in the middle of the team, with a machete and a soldier in front of him, and two other soldiers behind him, Wu Zuo, who seemed to be a lot more honest, had actually been secretly looking at the surrounding terrain Other book friends are watching: Concubine Qing can't: Your Highness the Demon Lord, please respect yourself. If it weren't for the sharp and sharp gravel flakes on this mountain road, Wu Zuo might have run into the grass beside the road. Wu Zuo's hands were still tied, but this time they were tied to the front, and the soldier who followed behind the machete was firmly holding the head of the rope. Before his hands were free, Wu Zuo didn't dare to act rashly, even if he could safely run into the grass, if one accidentally slipped and fell to the ground, then he would not be disemboweled by those sharp gravels.

You know, this kind of stone in the mountains of Myanmar is extremely sharp, the local people call this kind of stone flying knife stone, often there are people who go into the mountains to hunt with such stones to slaughter prey, the sharpness is no less than the Burmese knife. Wu Zuo, who was helped with both hands, didn't dare to take risks no matter what, he couldn't risk his life to challenge the sharp whetstone, so it was better to find another time.

Although the rain has stopped a long time ago, but the mountains and forests are still very slippery, when they come to the daytime it is better, and now when they go back at night, the sight is not good, so everyone is high foot by foot in the mountains and forests staggering forward, from time to time will be muddy and slippery, rolling all over the muddy water. Wu Zuo had already fallen several times in a row, and he was not slipped, but on purpose, because he took the opportunity of slipping to grope on the ground to see if he could touch a flying knifestone.

Where there was a large piece of flying knife stone just now, Wu Zuo didn't dare to move, the two soldiers behind him watched very closely, and the black and thin officer who walked at the front of the team also turned back from time to time, and Wu Zuo, who was frightened, lowered his head and didn't dare to look around. This will have just entered the forest, Wu Zuo knows that there will be flying knife stones left by hunters in such a place, and his foot kicked a piece just now, so he will pretend to slip and grope to find the flying knife stone, as long as he can find the flying knife stone, he has a way to cut the rope on his hand, and no matter how bad it is, he can use the flying knife stone to suddenly attack the guards at a critical moment and escape.

The hard work paid off, and when Wu Zuo couldn't remember how many times he slipped, his hand finally touched a flying knife stone in the muddy water, which was a narrow and long strip of flying knife that should be used by a hunter to stay here after slaughtering the prey instead of the hunting knife Beautiful: Satan's Absolute Love 1: The latest chapter list of the 19th secretary of the Leng Ba president. Wu Zuo secretly hid the stone in his sleeve, fortunately he knew some of the hunters' habits of camping, otherwise he would not have found this stone on the side of this stake.

Wu Zuo no longer slipped, a pair of eyes stared at the machete walking in front of him and the soldier holding the rope, the two soldiers behind couldn't see the movements of their hands, Wu Zuo only had to think about the two people walking in front of him, especially the black and thin officer in the front, this person was really terrible, when he thought of the machete's murderous eyes, Wu Zuo had no reason to be a cold war.

The machete at the forefront seemed to sense Wu Zuo's thoughts about himself, and he turned his head lightly, and his eyes just fell on Wu Zuo's body. Wu Zuo found that the machete was looking at him, his frightened hand shook, and he almost threw away the hard-earned whetstone, but fortunately his hand was still firm, otherwise his hard work along the way would be in vain. Holding back the panic in his heart, Wu Zuo walked honestly with his head down, until the machete turned back, Wu Zuo dared to take a long breath, the flying knife stone in his hand had cut his hand, and he didn't feel a trace of pain, and some were just happy to have escaped death.

Suddenly, and again, Wu Zuo carefully cut the rope tied to his hand with a flying knife stone, and at this moment the rope that tied him was no longer hemp rope, in order to prevent him from escaping, the machete replaced him with an umbrella rope. The soldier was afraid that the paracord was not strong enough, so he specially tied Wu Zuo's hands several times and hit several dead buckles in a row, so Wu Zuo had to cut all the rope buckles, or he would not be able to free his hands at all.

Wu Zuo never recognized him as a descendant of Chinese, but his father's study was full of ancient books full of Chinese characters, which his father said were all unique books handed down by his ancestors. Wu Zuo doesn't know what a lone book is, but since he and his two brothers were 4 years old, his father took them to learn to write in the study every day, using a brush, and writing Chinese characters are beautiful: Read the full text of the legend of the otaku in the other world. Wu Zuo has long forgotten the words he learned when he was a child, and he also speaks stumbling in Chinese, unlike his two elder brothers. But when he was a child, his father once told a story, and when he grew up, Wu Zuo still remembers it vividly--- grinding the iron pestle into a needle.

At this moment, Wu Zuo was doing the work of grinding the iron pestle into a needle, and while walking, he was vigilant against the two people in front of him, and Wu Zuo carefully cut the rope buckle in his hand with a flying knife stone. It's been a long time, and according to Wu Zuo's memory, after two more hills, they arrived at the cave where their gang lived temporarily. If they can't cut the rope before they reach the cave, then they will be found to have cut marks on the rope as soon as they enter the cave, anyway, they already know the location and path of the supply point, and they can imagine the end of waiting for them.

Wu Zuo's wrist had been drenched in blood from the knife stone, but he was still cutting the rope and didn't feel the slightest pain in his wrist. Between pain and life, Wu Zuo chose his life, as long as he saved his life, everything he suffered in the hands of the expeditionary force today, he Wu Zuo will definitely double it in the future. Suddenly loosened his hand, Wu Zuo immediately reflexively grabbed the rope that slipped off his wrist with his hand, the rope had been cut by Wu Zuo, but now was not a good time to escape, Wu Zuo wrapped the cut rope around his hand a few times, so that the soldier holding the rope in front thought that he was still tied.

The night was getting darker and darker, everyone's sight was reduced to a minimum, and even the machete that was walking in the front to explore the path gradually slowed down, and the marks he left on the way were too secret to be carefully recognized. Such a night, such a dense forest, one will accidentally take the wrong way, get lost in such a jungle, and wait for them to either take many detours or starve to death of thirst. The speed was slow, everyone naturally shortened the distance, and the two soldiers in the back were only less than 2 meters away from Wu Zuo, under such conditions, even if Wu Zuo was given ten guts, he would not dare to run away, no matter how fast he could be faster than the bullets.

Slipping under his feet, the machete almost slipped and held on to a tree, the machete stopped panting, and the wound on his back began to hurt hotly again. It should be that the wound was wet with rain when he went out to find the radio soldier in the morning, the machete took out the pills Fang Tianyu gave himself from the pocket of his underwear and swallowed a few tablets, looking at the muddy water all over his body, the machete laughed at himself, he couldn't count the number of times he followed the chief through the jungle, and he had never been so embarrassed as today, and when he returned to the cave, it was estimated that the old cannon would have to make fun of himself again.

As soon as Wu Zuo stopped the machete, he thought about taking the opportunity to escape, but when Wu Zuo glanced at the two soldiers behind him out of the corner of his eye, he was startled, and the submachine guns in their hands were pointing at him intentionally or unintentionally. Wu Zuo, who was frightened into a cold sweat, wisely chose to give up, he didn't think that he could be faster than the submachine gun bullets in the hands of the two soldiers. It seems that he still has to wait for the opportunity, Wu Zuo put the opportunity to escape when he crossed the last mountain, this should be the time when these people are most relaxed, as long as they can quickly run down the hill, no matter how fast their submachine guns are, there is no way to take them.

After everyone had slipped and fallen countless times, they made it to the last hill, and below was the waterhole, near the cave. Soon he could see his brothers with him day and night, and the machetes were as excited as the other soldiers, and several people stood in a row looking down the mountain. Although it was dark and dark, they still looked far away in the direction of the cave, as if they were clairvoyant ears.

"The opportunity is here" While everyone was looking down the mountain, Wu Zuo slowly moved his steps to the back, and he pulled a certain distance from them to facilitate his sprint. Wu Zuo moved to a distance of two meters from the machete, took a deep breath, threw away the rope wrapped around his wrist, turned around and rushed down the mountain. It was only a few meters, and there was less than three meters away Wu Zuo could rush down the edge of the mountain and disappear from the sight of those people, Wu Zuo couldn't help but laugh softly. ~ To see the first release without ads, please go to the product "Green" Please share