"You go up and take a look again......" The scrivener said to the little monkey, and before he could finish the rest of the sentence, the little monkey who was close at hand suddenly straightened his eyes, and then his whole body fell straight down. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The scrivener was taken aback, and his intuition told him that the situation was not good, and the little monkey was plotted ninety percent. Years of combat experience made him instinctively take a few steps back, aiming his gun at the bushes of the black hole in the distance. Suddenly, there was a piercing pain in the calf, as if it had been pricked by a needle. The scrivener looked down, and sure enough, it was a needle. Something like a toothpick made of bamboo stuck to the calf, and blood flowed down the calf to the bare foot.

The scrivener felt dizzy, and before the body had time to make a second reaction, the whole person fell heavily down. The moment he fell, it was pitch black in front of him, and his brain's thinking seemed to tend to stop, and there was only one thought in his heart, that he was doomed to die, and so were his companions......

This was followed by the sound of chaotic footsteps, mixed with a few abrupt roars. However, all of this has nothing to do with the scrivener, and the only bit of consciousness is dissolving until it disappears completely. The enemy suddenly arrived, but he was powerless to resist......

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The scrivener was woken up by cold water, and the first feeling was cold, and the water was drenched all over the body. He opened his eyes and saw that the light was dim, and the smell of decay and mold reached his nostrils. As usual, he would have left in the shortest possible time, and he wouldn't stay for a minute. But now it can't be done, and the body is tied with hemp rope very strongly, firmly fastened to a stake.

Several pairs of eyes stared at the scrivener box in unison, and the evil look was enough to make anyone fearful. Everyone was naked, with wavy tattoos all over their arms, stomachs, and shoulders, and black, red, white, and cyan lines tattooed on their skin, hideous and terrifying. This abstract and slightly disgusting pattern may only be understood by the native people.

The disgusting tattoo scrivener alone will not have a good impression of the other party, he shook his head vigorously, shook the cold water off his head, and returned a cold look to the other party by the way. Enraged, one of the guys slammed his fist at the head and chest of the scrivener, grunting out of his mouth.

The natives of Savage Mountain! The scrivener was judged for the first time, and the sense of foreboding became stronger and stronger. He had dealt with the natives a few times since he entered the Savage Mountains, and to be honest, the natives had no good impression of their expeditionary force at all. In the eyes of these natives, there is no distinction between Chinese and Japanese, as long as anyone who intrudes into their territory is an enemy. Along the way, the unit where the scrivener was located had several encounters with the natives of Savage Mountain, and none of them did not clash, and two warriors died under the bows and crossbows of the natives. The expeditionary force also fought back. Every encounter between the two sides is inevitably bloody.

This time is no exception, the scrivener box is like a punching bag for practicing fists and feet, allowing the opponent to punch and kick, and the corners of the mouth and nostrils are bleeding. He lowered his head and stopped looking at the other party, a hero does not suffer immediate losses, and it is a fool to confront the other party with his eyes.

When the natives saw that the first was subdued, they carried a bucket of water and walked towards the second, and without saying a word, they poured a bucket of water on it. The scrivener spat out the blood foaming in his mouth and turned his head to look to the side. Tied next to him was Gong Da Niu, this guy was in a deep coma, and he didn't wake up with a bucket of water. The second bucket of water was poured down before waking up with a shaking head, and the first thing I did after waking up was to start scolding, and the scolding with a thick Kansai accent sounded a little funny. In exchange for a more ferocious fist and kick than a scrivener. After fighting for half an hour, Gong Daniu stopped scolding, I don't know if he was tired of scolding or knocked unconscious.

The scrivener originally wanted to stop Gong Daniu, but at this time, it was himself who suffered a loss, and the more he scolded, the more he suffered, and it was not cost-effective to suffer from the flesh and skin as quickly as he spoke. He opened his mouth, but he couldn't say a word, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't make a sound, and his voice didn't seem to be his own. watched Gong Daniu be knocked unconscious.

The third is Kong Zhaoqiang, he was very calm after being woken up by cold water, he didn't scold, he honestly closed his eyes, looked like he was listening to him, and luckily avoided the pain of flesh and skin.

followed by Little Monkey, Lu Shuting and Zhao Yunlai, each of whom received a few punches and kicks, but none of them were as miserable as Gong Daniu. After Zhao Yun's arrival, there was no one behind, and the scrivener box was wrong, where was Reina? Where is she? A very ominous premonition came over him, and his perception told him that Rena was in a bad situation. Based on his knowledge of the aborigines, Rena, a blonde woman with fine skin and tender flesh, can easily become a venting tool for the aborigines, and even become a meal on the plate. The cannibal scrivener boxes in the Savage Mountains have also been encountered, and they have seen them steal the corpses of the fallen expeditionary force soldiers.

Rena wasn't there, and neither was Hartha. The scrivener was anxious, and he couldn't tear up the few natives in front of him, but unfortunately the reality was very cruel, and he was helped all over his body, and none of his joints could move.

One of the natives muttered something again, as if to admonish them, and his vicious gaze swept over everyone. The scrivener box and others couldn't understand it, and they lowered their heads and looked like they were being slaughtered. The natives kicked Gong Da Niu twice, as if to warn everyone that the consequences of resisting would be the same as him! After that, he went out through the corner door with a wooden bucket.

The room immediately fell silent, and the musty smell of decay filled the entire space. The scrivener, Lu Shuting and others all raised their heads and looked around. It was a large wooden room, which seemed to be very old, and the wooden boards were covered with green mold, and the pungent musty smell was probably produced on the wooden boards. The room was damp, the floor was almost oozing water, and there was no sunlight visible between the gaps in the planks, and it was dark and damp, creating excellent conditions for mold to grow.

The scrivener coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood, and was finally able to speak. He asked Kong Zhaoqiang and the others how they were arrested. The reply was the same, the body was pierced by a bamboo arrow, and then fainted. It is clear that the bamboo arrows are poisonous.

"Ahh The little monkey suddenly screamed and stared at somewhere in the corner.

Everyone's eyes turned to it, and in the corner of the wall there was a large snake, the thickness of a child's arm, and because it was coiled, it was impossible to see how long it was. The light in the room was so dark that no one paid attention at first, but when the eyes gradually adjusted to the dim environment, and the visibility improved. The little monkey had a very thief's eye and was the first to spot the big snake.

If it is placed in normal times, no one will care, no matter how powerful the snake is, it is not as powerful as a bullet, and anyone can be sure to break the snake's head with one shot. But not now, the body is rigidly tied to the stake. The big snake licks it one bite at a time, and it can lick them away. The big snake with blue and white flowers seemed to be asleep, and he didn't notice that there were a few more uninvited guests in the house.

"There's one over there, too!" It was Zhao Yunlai who spoke. Sure enough, there was a coiled one not far from him, and the flesh was coiled into a lump. The atmosphere in the house became tense, the natives were gone, the serpents were still there, and they were no less dangerous than the natives. The scrivener suddenly remembered the abstract tattoos of the natives, perhaps snakes. It is not uncommon for indigenous tribes to use snakes as totems. The two snakes in front of him may be the objects of worship of the tribe, and they may be dedicated to worship.

"Company commander, what about them?" The little monkey asks for the scrivener, referring to Rena and Hasha.

The scrivener was distraught, ignoring the little monkey, constantly speculating about Rena's situation in his heart, and some images flashed in his mind, and he himself was scared into a cold sweat.

Gong Da Niu's head was beaten to a bloody blur, and the corners of his mouth kept bleeding out, and he was in a half-conscious state all the time. Lu Shuting was so angry that he scolded his mother, Gong Daniu was his right-hand man and good brother, so he couldn't help but feel distressed. Scolding and scolding, the spearhead is pointed at the scrivener, if the direction of retreat is not to the south but to the north, there will be no encounter with the natives, and what is happening now will not happen.

For Lu Shuting's personal attack, the scrivener ignored it, the more difficult it is, the more we need to unite, if we do it now, everyone will really be finished.

The little monkey naturally defended the interests of the scrivener, and kept persuading Lu Shuting to make peace with the two: "Company Commander Lu, you are angry, today's incident is an accident." The most important thing is to find a way to get out. ”

As a result, Lu Shuting scolded him: "You get out of here, how can you speak!" ”。 Zhao Yunlai kept looking at the surrounding environment, as if looking for a breakthrough to get out. Kong Zhaoqiang focused on the two snakes, as if he was afraid that the big snake would suddenly wake up and eat him.

Several people have their own thoughts, and they are still thinking about their own thoughts when the disaster comes. The scrivener scanned the crowd, and a sense of sadness arose. Is this the Chinese? No matter what time and place, there will be infighting, and it will always be a plate of loose sand in front of the enemy. A few dozen Japanese soldiers can control a county town at will, a dozen Japanese soldiers can slaughter thousands of Chinese residents at will, and 40,000 compatriots in a big country are almost destroyed by one or two million Japanese soldiers.

The scrivener didn't believe it at first, even if there was a man full of blood and not afraid of death among a hundred compatriots, the Japanese devils would not trample on the land of China at will. When the news of the fall of Nanjing, the fall of Wuhan, and the failure of several major battles came out, he hesitated, and hundreds of thousands of troops were beaten by tens of thousands of Japanese troops and surrendered without a fight, and his confidence and conviction collapsed little by little. There is no better word for a plate of loose sand.

Hearing the news of the war in Burma, the scrivener box signed up for the first time, the atmosphere in the country was too depressing, and he wanted to change the environment. However, after a brief victory in Burma, the army seemed to be beaten back to its original form, and was driven away by Japanese soldiers everywhere. One of the reasons why he did not choose the route of returning to China and went to General Sun Liren, who was far away in India, was that he did not want to endure the atmosphere of lifelessness, defeat and loss after returning to China. There is no light in sight, no victory in sight. As a soldier, he would rather die on the battlefield.