Unless there is a secret in the central location, the Japanese want it, and the natives want it. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info playing with life is not the key, the key is the reason for playing with life. The scrivener box went into action, climbing a tall stalactite and looking out towards the central area. It was extremely dangerous for him to do so, and the tongues of fire pierced through the darkness and flew in all directions, and no one dared to guarantee that they would not fly to him, and if they were discovered by the Japanese, the consequences would be very serious.

Finally, I saw that there were some inexplicable plants growing in the central area, very similar to the roots I had seen before, but they were different, and the roots here were covered with bewitching flowers. The Japanese were standing next to the flowers, and a guy dressed as an expert was circling around the flowers, holding an instrument in his hand and studying something, very engaged, as if the fight around him had nothing to do with him.

The scrivener squinted thoughtfully, the Japanese mobilized the crowd and spent a lot of manpower and material resources for it? Is there a secret in the flowers? Definitely, and it's a big deal. This is the judgment of the scrivener.

The Japanese experts have been circling around the flowers, and from time to time crossbow arrows come over and hit the stalactites next to them, and this guy doesn't care. Flowers seem to be more important than his life. But he didn't pick the flowers, and treated them like a baby.

The scrivener did not dare to be at a high point for a long time and slipped off the stalactites. Since the Japanese are here for the flowers, there is no reason not to take them away, and there should be a reason why they are so slow to do it. Like what...... The time has not yet come. Judging by the reaction of the natives, the flowers were extremely important to them, and they wanted to stop the Japanese at the cost of their lives. And the Japanese are about the same, they will take away their lives at the expense of their lives.

The scrivener box won't stay out of it forever, that's not why he's here. Of course, he will not help the Japanese, and the hatred of the country and the family cannot be resolved in a lifetime, and it will not be resolved in ten lifetimes. However, there is not much affection for the indigenous people, and there have been unpleasant occurrences on both sides.

Wait until both sides lose, and make a profit for yourself. This was the original idea of the scrivener, but it was quickly denied. is alone, no matter how much the two sides hurt their vitality, they will be more than their own people, and he can't get anything, so he can only choose a side. If you have to make a choice, you will definitely not choose the Japanese, or that sentence, the hatred of the country and the family.

Scrivener has a gut feeling that once the Japanese get what they want here, it is expected to make a huge wave in the future. He had to make a move as soon as possible......

The Japanese soldiers and the natives continued to confront each other, and although the natives were shot and killed one after another, they were so numerous that they would not lose their combat effectiveness for a while. On the contrary, with a savage momentum, the natives rushed forward with their lives, and the crossbowmen took the lead, and the crossbow arrows flew continuously towards the central area. The effect was still there, the two Japanese soldiers were painted, and the accuracy of the shot was decreasing.

Of course, the Japanese soldiers were advanced in weaponry, and the sniper rifles constantly shot the approaching natives, suppressing the battle line in a distant area, so that the power of the natives' crossbow arrows was minimized.

The two sides confronted each other fiercely, and the bullets cut through the space to form a line of fire, like lightning flickering on and off. Crossbow arrows flew sideways, and the swishing boos made the space tremble. From time to time, screams and moans were heard, and the sound echoed for a long time. The fierce battles form a delicate balance. No one can eat anyone in a short period of time.

The scrivener was thinking about whether to make a move, and he was absolutely sure that as long as he made a move, the balance would be immediately broken. The natives will have a chance to wipe out the Japanese altogether.

Whoosh ...... Countless bolts fell from a giant stalactite, which was as big as a building. Seven or eight natives climbed to the top, each with a bow and crossbow, and shot wildly at the Japanese. The delicate balance was broken in an instant, and the Japanese soldiers were all painted, and two of them were shot in the vital point, although they were not dead, they also lost their combat effectiveness.

The firepower of the Japanese soldiers immediately weakened and they were forced to hide behind cover. Even the Japanese expert was wounded, and the guy was unwilling, roaring with his teeth and claws, and was forcibly pulled behind a rock by his partner. The balance of the battle was shattered in the blink of an eye.

The natives screamed, they saw the dawn of victory, and many of them came out of the stalactite bunkers, brandishing broadswords and spears towards the central area.

The scrivener was quite surprised, never imagined that the situation would take a sharp turn, and in the blink of an eye, the Japanese had no power to fight back. He looked at the crossbowmen on the giant stalactites, who had changed the tide of battle. These people are the hole cards in the hands of the natives, and they did not participate in the battle in the first place, and concentrated on climbing on the giant stalactites. The surface of the stone was washed by the water and it was not easy to climb up, and the natives estimated that it took a lot of effort, but it was not in vain, and the tide of the battle was changed in one fell swoop.

The scrivener saw a familiar face in the stalactite bushes, the wizard. The old man has always been cautious, and although he has been directing the battle, he has not been exposed. Now that he has finally appeared, the battle is decided, and he wants to show the majesty of a tribal leader and clean up the mess.

A question suddenly came to mind, the chief is dead, has the wizard been replaced? He had dealt with wizards, and his relationship was reasonable, and if it was true, there was room for him to make peace with the indigenous tribes.

Bang, bang, bang. Three tyrannical gunshots rang out not from the central area, but from another direction. On the giant stalactite, three crossbowmen fell to the ground.

The smile on the native's face froze, the development of things was too much for them to bear, and the opponent had hole cards in his hand! As soon as the hole cards in their hands were revealed, the opponent's hole cards also came, and the counterattack was more direct and tyrannical.

Bang, bang...... Another four shots in a row. Before the natives could react to the upheaval, the gunfire rang out again. The crossbowmen on the giant stalactites are all wiped out.

Ah......h There was a wail. The loss of the natives is unbearable, it is the elite of the clan, the hole cards, and they can't be imagined to be wiped out in an instant. The living natives had painful expressions and wails, and the psychological gap was too great to bear. They were the elite of the clan, and they were all counted on for hunting and defending against enemies, and they were gone in the blink of an eye.

The scrivener box also broke out in a cold sweat, but fortunately he didn't act rashly, otherwise, ...... He didn't dare to think about it. The Japanese actually have hole cards, and they lurk in a corner of the stone forest. This guy must be a ruthless man, the battle has lasted so long and he is still calm, if it weren't for the natives showing their hole cards, this guy would have been lurking forever.

The scrivener felt tricky, and what he was facing was by no means a Japanese soldier in the ordinary sense, but an elite, both in terms of marksmanship and psychological quality. He looked at the source of the turning shot. There are dense stone forests, large and small stalactites are intertwined, and the dim light of the fire does not work at all, and it is impossible to distinguish which is a person and which is a stone.

The vast space was silent, and the Japanese did not shoot anymore and continued their mission. The natives broke free from their grief and hid in the stone forest, where they were beaten and their morale fell to the extreme. What is even more troubling is that the Japanese seem to soon get what they want, which the natives cannot tolerate, and now they are helpless.