Returning is a difficult process, but fortunately, the scrivener is not a one-time encounter in Savage Mountain, and there is quite a wealth of survival experience. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoIn addition, it is now the end of the rainy season, and the rainfall is gradually decreasing, which has reduced the burden of crossing. Rao is like this, and it is also difficult to cross the savage mountain, and many times it is full of dangers, his own hunger and disease, the swamps, wild beasts, and leeches in the outside world...... Each is lethal enough.

During the night of a rainstorm raid, the scrivener and Polgar are separated. I couldn't find each other for a whole day. It's weird to say, obviously the two are together, a stone's throw away, and after a heavy rain, there is one less. The old generation searched the area within a mile radius, but did not find any clues, and the heavy rain washed away everything.

On the third day, the scrivener box was no longer searched, and he embarked on the journey back alone. He resisted all kinds of hardships from himself and from the outside world, and finally walked out of the Savage Mountain after nine deaths and half a month.

Indo-Myanmar border, Imphal. When the contemporary bookbox stepped on this land again, a feeling akin to hallucination arose in his heart. For more than 20 days, the things I have experienced keep flashing in my mind, like a movie. And this is the beginning of the whole movie.

Numerous armies have been assembled along the entire border line, and the camps are next to each other, and there is no edge in sight. He didn't know that in fact, the entire troops of the New 38th Division and the New 22nd Division had been assembled, and there were 100,000 trained recruits who would become a new force for the counterattack on Burma.

The scrivener found the training base with a vague memory, he had received the mission from here, and now he should return here.

When standing at the gate of the training base, a trace of bitterness swelled in the scrivener's heart, was the so-called task of the superior completed? There were ten people when the Allied squad set out, and how many of them were able to come back? Anyway, until now, the old generation has not seen any of his companions. Only he knows, Lei Dahu, Jiang Hu, and Karina have been sacrificed, and there is no news of the remaining six people, maybe someone will be sacrificed.

The scrivener identified himself to the guards at the door. Several white soldiers were expressionless, and Nunu motioned for the scrivener box to stand by, and one of the soldiers walked into the base. After a long time, he came out again, and handed a piece of paper to the scrivener box with Chinese and English characters on it.

The scrivener unfolded the paper and looked at it: the members of the "snake sweeping operation" do not have to stay after returning, they will be disbanded on the spot and return to their respective units.

In just twenty or thirty words, I really want to scold after reading the scrivener. Grandma, what is this called, unloading the mill and killing the donkey? What did the ten members of the snake sweeping operation go through, does the headquarters know? Can you feel it? Who really cares about the experience of nine deaths? Ten team members sacrificed at least three, and their lives were so worthless? That's all the combat elite in the army, and dying is an immeasurable loss!

What made the scrivener even more unhappy was that in the end, he couldn't even see the lieutenant colonel's face, and he really couldn't think of a more suitable word except to unload the mill and kill the donkey.

The scrivener sneered at the door of the training base, then turned around and walked back. After a long journey of half a month in Savage Mountain, the scrivener box is already exhausted, his body is extremely weak, and he is completely on his head with a spirit of not admitting defeat. Now that spiritual head has completely dissipated, the cold attitude of the superiors is chilling, and no matter how strong the spiritual support force is, it has to be crushed.

When I walked to the center of Imphal town, the scrivener box was completely immobile. Sitting in a corner with his eyes closed, he said that he closed his eyes to recuperate, but in fact he was faint from hunger, and his body was so weak that he could no longer walk.

There are very few permanent residents on the streets, but soldiers in military uniforms can be seen everywhere, people come and go, all in a hurry, not knowing what task they are performing. There were also quite a few soldiers patrolling in columns with loaded guns and live ammunition, shuttling through the streets and alleys one by one. It adds a bit of gunpowder to the busy town.

No one cares about the scrivener, each has its own task, who cares about a beggar. In the eyes of others, the scrivener at this time is a beggar, unkempt, blind, the military uniform on his body was specially issued before the action, ordinary people can't recognize it, and the clothes on his body have long been covered by mud, and he can't see anything except mud, not a beggar. And this beggar is still a beggar who is not very hygienic, but a beggar with a little self-esteem cannot have so much mud on his hands and face.

Many soldiers passed by the scrivener, but no one wanted to look at him more. The old generation is also too lazy to pay attention to others, and does not have that kind of energy. I just want to get a good night's sleep. As he wished, he really fell asleep, and this sleep was drowsy, and it went straight to the dark. In fact, this is also a self-protection function of the body, without food, the body can not take in nutrients, only through dormancy to reduce energy expenditure.

In a daze, the scrivener felt like a group of people surrounded him. Talking about something.

"This person has been squatting here for most of the day, and I think there is a problem." Someone said.

"You say...... Could it be a spy sent by the devil? Someone said again.

"I don't think so, have you ever seen a day between sleeping? It's clearly a beggar. Another voice said.

"I don't look like a beggar, but I look like us Chinese."

"Squad leader, what do you think?"

The sound of gossip and gossip penetrated into the ears of the scrivener, and listening to the voices were all Chinese, he subconsciously opened his eyes. There were a dozen or so people standing in front of him, staring down at him in a circle. He raised his head and glanced around the crowd, stopping his gaze on one person, a familiar one. I quickly remembered that Fan Tieran, a deputy squad leader of the 113th regiment. The two used to work together, both as deputy squad leaders, and they also fought openly and secretly for the position of squad leader. I didn't expect to meet here. Looking at the military uniform, Fan Tiechao has really become a squad leader now.

The scrivener glanced at each other a few times, then lowered his head again.

"You're familiar, we've seen each other." Fan Tie said chaotically, recalling carefully as he spoke. I quickly remembered. If it weren't for the fact that the scrivener is now unkempt, he wouldn't have thought about it for so long.

"Hehe...... Fan Tieran sneered, "The surname, you also have today!" He squeezed a few words out between his teeth.

The scrivener closed his eyes and ignored it, and he had nothing to say to this kind of person and villain.

"I think this guy is a spy sent by the Japanese devils, take it away for me!" Fan Tieran ordered. There were a dozen or so people beside him, four of whom reached out and bent over to tie up the scrivener.

The scrivener struggled to break free and stood up to leave. Being arrested by Fan Tie will definitely not have a good result, and if you don't get it right, you will have a personal vendetta. The villain does it all the way.

"Yo he, dare to resist, arrest me!" Fan Tieran scolded again.