There are several hundred meters of flat land between the swamp and the rocky mountain, so you can take a break while you are on the road. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info But at this time, there were not many people on the flat ground, and the large army had already rushed to the stone mountain.

The scrivener box and Li Keji traveled all the way, and soon came to Shishan. Look up, the hill is not big, but there is also a bit of majestic momentum, no matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like it is artificially piled up, some stones are too big to imagine, how can they be moved. Moreover, there are dense bushes and tall and straight trees growing on the mountain, and some big trees cannot be hugged by a single person, and they cannot grow in three or five years.

Li Keji speculated that this was not an artificially piled hill, but that it existed in the first place, and the hill was enclosed in it when the training camp was built. Scrivener agrees. The two did not rush up the mountain, but first stopped to watch the mountain. The summit of the mountain is about seventy or eighty meters above the ground, and people can only look up when they stand at the foot of the mountain. There is no road in the mountains, so you can only drill into the bushes by feeling. Almost all of the 100 people got into the hill, and the crowd that was still dense just now suddenly disappeared. Occasionally, black human heads can be seen looming in the bushes.

The two still chose not to separate, looked at a place where the shrubs were relatively sparse, and raised their feet up the mountain.

Large and small stones are stacked on top of each other, which adds a lot of difficulty to the climb. The two assisted each other, took turns to make a human ladder, and pulled each other up. It's a lot faster than those who choose to go it alone. When we reached the halfway point of the mountain, we had already caught up with the tail of the large army.

There were scattered blood stains on the rocks, and there were traces of a fight. The people who went up the mountain were all competitors, especially between the Chinese soldiers and the American and British soldiers, and there was already a hostile feeling, and conflicts were inevitable when climbing the mountain.

Someone groaned in the grass, and the scrivener box saw a Chinese soldier lying on the ground with his face covered in blood. The scrivener helped the other party up, "Brother, who hurt you like this?" He asked in a low voice.

The other party opened his eyes and looked at it, and spit out a few words angrily: "Beware, someone is plotting ......" and then couldn't speak.

The scrivener beckoned the soldiers who maintained order under the mountain to hurry up and save people, and among those soldiers were Chinese, and language communication was not a problem. Soon someone came up and carried the wounded away.

Li Keji's face was gloomy, and his always pleasant face showed murderous intent. There are a handful of American and British soldiers who are very unauthentic and determined to oppose the Chinese. That being the case, he doesn't mind weeding out these black sheep.

The two cautiously continued to move forward, and reached the top of the mountain without danger. From a high point of view, the whole hill can be seen. The people at the front had already rushed to the bottom of the mountain. However, that was only a few, except for the six Arhats of the new 22nd Division, only a few foreigners had crossed the stone mountain pass. The vast majority of the people were spread out on the road from the mountainside to the bottom of the mountain.

On the flat floor of the hill, two acquaintances were seen: a black man and a white woman. I had seen them the first time I entered the training room, so I had an impression. The black man left a deep impression on the scrivener, he had never seen anyone so black, it was like he had just come out of a coal kiln. The white woman scrivener is also very familiar, and the two sides have also fought each other.

“Hello。” The black man greeted the scrivener, grinning and revealing his snow-white teeth, a stark and unparalleled contrast to his own complexion.

"Hello friend." The scrivener responded in English, and his impression of the black man was okay. At that time, there was the first group fight in the training room, and the black man and Bhasin were the only ones who remained neutral. It is precisely because of the neutrality of the black people that the scrivener side did not suffer much loss, but Song Da's tongue was slightly injured.

"My name is Garson. Second Lieutenant in the U.S. Pacific Theater Marauders Force. "Blacks introduce themselves.

"My name is Scrivener, Lieutenant of the Chinese Army in India." The scrivener introduces itself, too.

Garson had been currying favor with the white woman just now, and when he saw the scrivener coming, he talked enthusiastically. Of course, the old generation didn't have time to gossip with him, so he was dealing with Garson while asking around.

"Old, look at that." Li Keji pointed to a remote place at the foot of the mountain. It is said to be remote because this place is not the right way to clear customs, and if you walk normally, you will not pass there at all. There was a crowd of people gathered there. The scrivener box was sharp-eyed, and he saw a few acquaintances, Sun Dasheng, Shan Lingguan and Ba Xin, as well as a few soldiers.

"Let's go, let's see." The scrivener led Li Keji in the direction of the crowd.

Garson shrugged helplessly at this and continued to curry favor with the white woman.

The scrivener and Li Keji strode down the mountain, and met several wounded along the way, all of them were Chinese soldiers, and everyone was not lightly injured, and there were broken arms and legs. Without exception, these wounded all expressed the same problem: someone was plotting.

Li Keji's face was even more gloomy, "Old generation, I think we are divided." I'm going to find out who is behind the scenes. ”

The scrivener also has the same idea, but he has more important things, Sun Dasheng and Shan Lingguan are confronting Ba Xin, and the bitter enmity between the two sides is endless, he has to go and see.

The two broke up on the mountainside, and Li Keji chased all the way down in the direction pointed by the wounded. The scrivener box rushed in the other direction.

Somewhere at the foot of the mountain. Sun Dasheng and Shan Lingguan are confronting Ba Xin. There were a few foreign onlookers next to him, and he didn't mean to help any party, he was purely watching the excitement.

When the scrivener arrived, the confrontation continued, and when Sun Dasheng and Shan Lingguan saw the scrivener arrive, they waved their hands and signaled him not to participate. Both of them have suffered a big loss in Pa Sin, and it took nearly half a year to recover from their injuries, which can be said to be very thorough about this Thai. Enemies are very angry when they see each other, and revenge is the most basic requirement.

When Ba Xin saw the scrivener appear, a pair of wolf eyes flickered, and he never took Sun Dasheng and Shan Lingguan in his eyes, especially after the increase in force in the past six months. But he didn't dare to be careless about the scrivener box, this seemingly ordinary Chinese contained too many eccentricities, which made him quite jealous.

Shan Lingguan was the first to strike, and his vigorous posture was like a swimming dragon, and he pounced on Bat Xin with a dragon groan.

The scrivener nodded secretly, this comrade-in-arms nicknamed Shan Lingguan definitely has two strokes, it can be said that he has inherited China's orthodox martial arts, and every move and style reveals the mystery of martial arts. No wonder he can be ranked among the four King Kongs, and he can definitely be called a master.

Bazin looked at each other coldly, and brought out the wolf nature in his bones without reservation. Muay Thai, a martial arts art that originated in Southeast Asia and rose to prominence in Thailand. There is no flashy element in this martial arts, it is all the fighting experience accumulated from generation to generation by hundreds of years of martial arts masters. Every move and style is exchanged for blood and revenants, practical and deadly, full of bloodthirsty flavor.

In the blink of an eye, the past fifty rounds were evenly matched, and the single spirit officer was red-eyed, and the roar echoed in the mountains like a dragon's roar. Ba Xin looked at each other coldly, unable to see his expression, and his fists seemed to have the momentum of slaying a dragon.