"No, I can't. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info" The scrivener is vetoed, and there is likely to be an enemy sentry there, waiting for someone to take the bait. "You go around town with me, and don't leave a single step." The scrivener added. He had to familiarize himself with the streets and alleys of the place and prepare for the battle that was about to begin.

The little monkey has always been resolute in carrying out the words of the scrivener, and immediately wiped away his tears and accompanied the company commander into the town.

In the afternoon, the town was quiet, the sun was vicious, the sun was scorching, and the streets were sparsely populated. Occasionally, military vehicles with plaster flags drove by, kicking up a puff of dust. The scrivener and the little monkey walked street by street, silently noting down the terrain in their hearts, which may be useful. On the way, I met Zhao Yunlai and Lu Shuting, and obviously they were also stepping on the spot. The two sides passed by as if they didn't know each other.

A secluded alley caught the attention of the two, the alley was very narrow, just for a carriage to pass through, but it was very deep, three or five hundred meters, and there was no head in sight. The deepest part was crowded with men and women. Several of the women caught the attention of the scrivener, and they were wearing Japanese kimonos. The scrivener box moved, there was a Japanese woman present, it was definitely not ordinary. To be on the safe side, he didn't go over to see it himself, but asked the little monkey to call the guide, after all, it was easier for people who could speak Burmese to find out the news.

This time, the guide changed into luxurious clothes, giving the impression that he was an upper-class member of the local population. It seems that the chieftain sent this man as a guide not only to lead the way, but also to come in handy at critical moments. The guide swaggered into the depths of the alley, like a wealthy local businessman shopping.

The scrivener and others did not dare to stay on the street for a long time, and returned to the hiding place to wait for news.

It wasn't until the evening that the guide returned, and finally figured out the situation in the place. Deep in the alley was originally a rich family's house, which was occupied by the Japanese and transformed into a government-run brothel, which can also be called a comfort station. In addition to a small number of Japanese women, there are more women from good families who are recruited from the local area. The reason why they chose such a secluded location is probably because they don't want to be too ostentatious, they have just occupied Modi, and they don't want to cause public anger.

The scrivener heart moved, will the chief's daughter be there? At first, he focused only on Japanese strongholds, but now it seems that the chances of being in the comfort station may be greater. In this way, things may be easier, the scrivener thought to himself.

"Little monkey." Scrivener speaks.

"Yes." The little monkey stood in response.

"You and the guide will go to the place and inquire again, and it is better to go in and find out the bottom of it. Maybe the person we're looking for is there. The scrivener said.

"The company commander can rest assured that the task will be completed!" The little monkey pulled up the guide and left.

For these two people, the scrivener is still very confident, the little monkey is clever enough, and the guide is not in vain, scheming and bold and careful. In order to rescue his daughter, the chief can be said to have paid a lot of money, and the gold and silver brought by the guide alone are enough to make people staggered. Money can make ghosts grind, and the same applies in Myanmar. It was the same during the war years, when many impossible things became easier as long as you were willing to spend money.

Seeing the two leaving, the scrivener sat with Lu Shuting, Zhao Yunlai, and Kong Zhaoqiang to discuss countermeasures.

It wasn't until midnight that the little monkey and the guide returned. The money was really good, and the guide slipped into the comfort station. Although I didn't see the chief's daughter, I got very important news that there were indeed several young girls from the indigenous tribes who were locked up inside. Of course, there is far more than one indigenous tribe in Savage Mountain, and it is difficult to say if there is anyone to look for. But it's exhilarating enough. The little monkey also mixed in as a horse boy, and by the way, he felt the situation around the comfort station clearly.

The scrivener feels the need to probe again, and if he doesn't figure out where the people are, rash action will inevitably startle the snake. The group prepared a rescue plan centered on the comfort station, and once it was decided, it was immediately implemented.

The next day, everyone lurked and slept in the rubble, one to accumulate energy, and the other to avoid frequent activities to attract attention.

On the third day, the guide rushed to the comfort station again, this time for a longer time, from the afternoon until midnight. Finally, there is exciting news: people are indeed inside. Apparently the Japanese took her very seriously, and was placed in a very secluded room and did not pick up guests. The guide took great pains to see it from afar, and although it was only a glance, it was 100% sure that it was the chief's daughter.

"In that case, according to the predetermined plan." Booksbox clapper.

The three groups have their own division of labor, and the scrivener box and the little monkey are responsible for the rescue, and the guide leads the way. In order to share the pressure, Lu Shuting and Kong Zhaoqiang harassed the Japanese stronghold to attract the enemy's attention. Zhao Yunlai is responsible for covering, once the rescue is successful, the enemy is bound to fight back wildly, at this time Zhao Yunlai stood up to block the enemy halfway.

"Who else has anything to add?" The scrivener asked, his eyes falling on Lu Shuting.

Lu Shuting was drawing squares on the ground with the shiny barrel of his pistol and did not respond.

"Alright, that's it." After everything was arranged, the scrivener and his teammates thought about it several times, anticipated various accidents, and devised various response plans. In the end, the retreat route was studied several times.

Everything is ready, all that remains is to have a good rest and act tomorrow night.

The next day, the weather was a little gloomy, and the sultry weather eased a little, which was very suitable for rest. But no one can sleep, the war is coming, and no one can stop their hearts like water.

At noon, the guide bought dry food and game, and before the battle, he had a full meal of war food, and took the rest with him. In case you are chased by the enemy, you don't know how to hide in the mountains for a few days.

The difficult day finally passed, and in the evening the sky was even more gloomy, and the slightest cool breeze blew, and everyone felt a little cool. There is no need to explain again, everyone's division of labor is already clear. Everyone silently split up.

The scrivener box and the little monkey went straight to the comfort station under the guidance of the guide, and this time all three walked in. When the old bustard saw that there were guests coming, and one of them had come, she was impressed by her generous gesture, and immediately received her very warmly. Comfort stations generally only accept Japanese people, and the reason why guides are able to enter is completely because they are smashed in with money.

The guide still appears as a local tyrant, and the scrivener box and the little monkey act as bodyguards. The old bustard looked at the two of them a few times, and his face was displeased, but he didn't say anything after all, after all, the guide spent a lot of money.

The bustard arranged a room for the guide, and soon a Japanese woman entered. can let a Japanese woman accompany you, obviously it costs a lot of money. The scrivener and the little monkey stand left and right in the doorway, continuing to act as bodyguards. From time to time, their eyes focused on the corner door next to them, where the person to be rescued was located. They are waiting for a suitable point in time.

From time to time, Japanese soldiers came in and out, and many of them were officers at the rank of lieutenant colonel, and even figures at the rank of second lieutenant and lieutenant. Without exception, these people entered the corner gate, which was obviously the place where high-ranking people were received. It was also the place where the scrivener was going, and he wondered if he would be able to kill a few Japanese officers by the way.

Time passed, and in the blink of an eye, it was eleven o'clock in the evening. Outside, it was drizzling and thundering, as if a storm was brewing. Boom, boom, two muffled sounds resounded through the sky. It's not thunder, it's hand grenades. Gunfire ensued. Obviously, Lu Shuting and Kong Zhaoqiang's side started to act.

The dense gunfire instantly drowned out the rain and thunder, but it did not hide the panic of the people. The comfort station suddenly became in turmoil, and many soldiers and officers rushed out, and the time was short, and many of them were not fully dressed. Some were carrying trousers, some were buttoning their shirts while running, some were wearing a pair of boots, some were shirtless, and some were carrying belts in their hands, and they hurried out. There is a change in the headquarters, and no one dares to delay.

The scrivener looked on the sidelines, which was exactly what he wanted. According to the information found by the guide, nearly 100 Japanese soldiers would stay overnight here every day, which posed a lot of trouble to the rescue. Now these people are running out, which provides convenience for the movement of the scrivener. He strode through the corner door, and was greeted by a hallway, the white walls glowing pale in the light. There are doors on both sides, traditional Japanese sliding doors, and it is clear that the Japanese have put a lot of effort into the decoration.

In the hallway, a guy in an officer's uniform hurried out, colliding with the scrivener. This guy is as angry as a lion, and it is a slap in the face to the scrivener. Halfway through his arm, he suddenly withered, he suddenly felt a tingling pain in his chest, and subconsciously looked down, a sharp knife was inserted into his chest, and warm blood flowed out.

The scrivener quickly pulled out the sharp knife, turned sideways to avoid the blood jet spraying on his body, and then gently pushed it. The other party was very obedient, and spread it on the floor softly and never moved again. The scrivener continued to walk forward, a door next to it suddenly opened, and another Japanese officer leaned out, his face was full of anger when he saw the scrivener, this corridor does not allow the people to enter and exit, I didn't expect that there would be such a bold guy!

"Yaga!" The Japanese officer let out a low roar. As soon as he finished yelling, the knife in the scrivener box also arrived, and the knife sealed his throat, without a trace of mud and water. This room is number 9, and according to the guide's information, the chief's daughter should be number 11.

The scrivener kicked open the door to room 11, and the muzzle of the gun was immediately aimed inside. The two bodies were lying on the bed in the dim light, and the people on the bed seemed to be fine, which surprised the scrivener. But the surprise didn't stop the killing, he pulled the trigger, and the bullet passed through the man's eyebrows.

The woman screamed and curled up on the bed shivering. Blood splashed on the white body, with clear layers, in addition to blood, it was even slightly demonic. The scrivener stared at the woman on the bed, and it didn't feel quite right. The chief's daughter was only seventeen or eighteen years old, and the man in bed was estimated to be twenty-five or sixteen years old. And her eyes are not right, her eyes are very deep, far from being like a girl who has not been deeply involved in the world.