The scrivener fell down heavily, but fortunately the height was limited and there were no injuries. The rope above the head of the pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info has been removed, and Dong Xuesheng must have brought the troops to a safe place. The scrivener was a little relieved, grabbed his gun and joined his companion. Gong Daniu's four people were scattered in different directions and waited for them. They have lived and died together along the way, and they are quite experienced in cooperating with each other.

The scrivener gestured to go. The four of them echoed back and forth, heading towards the center of the sinkhole.

"What's up there?" Kong Zhaoqiang asked in a low voice.

"Yes, Dong Xuesheng and they were attacked by the enemy, and there may be casualties." The scrivener replied.

No one spoke anymore, and was attentive and on guard. There are casualties in war, and a real soldier should not be immersed in grief.

Underneath the sinkhole was another world entirely, with no shrubs on the ground, all gray dead branches and leaves, layer upon layer. Straight trees soar into the sky, competing with each other for limited sunlight. The heat is steaming, forming a faint fog, and the visibility is not very good. The sinkhole is very low, the light is very bad, and the sun can be seen from the top of the mountain, and here it seems to be evening.

The five men moved cautiously towards the center of the sinkhole, and the speed was very slow, because they could encounter the enemy at any time, and whoever struck first would have the advantage. Bang bang bang, bang...... Gunshots were heard from afar, and there were places where there was fierce fighting. This is not surprising, the sinkhole is not particularly large, and it is inevitable that so many people will be crowded together. There were also sporadic gunshots in other places, and the night was not destined to be peaceful.

The bottom of the pit was extremely hot, everyone was sweating, and their clothes were sticking to their skin, which was very uncomfortable. Gong Da Niu has to take off his clothes, this is not a military camp, so he doesn't pay so much attention to it. The scrivener stopped him, you better save it, see the situation clearly before taking it off - there are ants crawling on the straight trunk from time to time, and they are surprisingly large; Occasionally, spiders walk around on the branches of trees, forming large webs; There are even small snakes that probe from time to time, full of curiosity about uninvited guests who break in......

Gong Daniu shrank his neck in fright and gave up the idea of taking off his clothes. Under the feet are soft leaves, leaving a footprint on each foot. The environment here is not much better than that of Savage Mountain, and in some ways it is even better.

"Company commander, look at this." The little monkey made a discovery and pointed to a tree and said.

Several people quickly gathered around, and the trunk of a tree was cut off by a dagger, revealing a blue-white heart, apparently deliberately done. The little monkey had sharp eyes and was the first to see a small "mountain" engraved on it. The characters are very small, and they seem to be afraid of being discovered, but they are engraved on the blue and white heart of the tree, and they seem to want people to find out. Presumably, the person who engraved the inscription was very conflicted at that time, hoping that his own people would find out, but he was afraid of being discovered by the enemy. What is even more peculiar is that the character "mountain" is lying down, and the opening is facing to the right.

"What do you mean? Who left it? "The crowd couldn't figure it out. Why is the mountain character written lying down, and what does it mean? Could it be that there is a situation on the mountain? The real mystery is at the top of the mountain? But the five of them have just come down with great effort, and they have to go back? This is definitely a major clue and may serve as a breakthrough.

"Maybe it's not a Chinese character, maybe it's left by the Japanese." Kong Zhaoqiang has his own ideas.

A sentence reminded the scrivener, and he thought that it was not some Japanese word, nor was it a mountain character, but the "E" in the English alphabet. E is an abbreviation for eath, which means East. Could it be that it was left behind by American soldiers who forced landing? The scrivener secretly pondered. "Go east and watch the search." He gave the order.

Others don't understand English, and they don't understand the basis for the scrivener's judgment, but they still carry it out to the letter. After a short time, it was discovered that the same cut bark and the same knife-carved letters, but the letters changed, this time with a capital "S". The scrivener is more sure that the code is in English, "Go south." He said.

Everyone began to turn south. A hundred meters later, it was found again, this time with a capital "W". "Go west." The scrivener box is once again in the direction of progress. By this time it was completely dark, and visibility had dropped dramatically.

Gong Daniu began to have an opinion, "Isn't this going around in circles, and if you go further north, you will return to the same place." Old generation, don't toss people. ”

The scrivener didn't bother to pay attention to him, so let everyone look west, and find a suitable place to stay overnight. Gunshots could be heard in the distance, but no fire was visible, and as the temperature dropped, the fog became thicker, obscuring all light.

The five of them groped their way out of a short section, but the visibility was so poor that they had to stop. There was no moonlight, and the whole sinkhole was plunged into absolute darkness. Five people camped on the spot and survived the night. The scrivener sat down against a large tree, took out a handful of dry food from his pocket, stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it slowly. The ground is very soft, and water can seep out of any hole you dig up, so drinking water is not a problem.

The first to be on duty was Lu Shuting, and the others rested. As the mist condensed, a faint strange smell penetrated into his nostrils, causing Lu Shuting's vigilance, and he groped around to find it. Soon a man, a corpse, was found under a large tree, and the strange smell came from here. "There's a situation here." Lu Shuting shouted to the others.

Soon all four arrived. Bang, Kong Zhaoqiang lit the lighter, which is also the trophy of the black fist, which can burn for half an hour when filled with gasoline, an authentic American product. He didn't worry about the light being discovered, the fog was enough to cover everything.

The deceased was dressed in Allied uniforms, and his facial features, hair, and skin were typical of Westerners. Kong Zhaoqiang was the first to get started, groping around the corpse, trying to find useful clues in his clothes.

The scrivener believes that the deceased did not die for a long time, because the corpse had just begun to decompose, the sinkhole was hot and humid, and the corpse was extremely easy to decay, and once the death time was too long, the body had already decomposed. It is assumed that the time of death would not have been more than five hours, and if they had arrived earlier, they might have met the living.

Kong Zhaoqiang found a pistol on the deceased, but found nothing else. Not even a single piece of paper. It is difficult to say anything other than the identity of the Allied forces.

This is the US Air Force transport to be rescued? Didn't it say that there were six crew members, how could there be only one left? Something is strange.

The scrivener box thinks that it is understandable that it is impossible for the six crew members to land in one place after the parachute jump, and should be distributed in a large area. Even if there is something on the deceased, it is estimated that it has been hidden somewhere before he dies, and it will not be taken away by future generations. The appearance of the Japanese was already expected by the deceased, otherwise he would not have carved the code so carefully.

The scrivener box ordered everyone to search separately, with the deceased as the center, within a radius of ten meters. The five of them split up.