After crossing the seventh lake, the scrivener went ashore, which was very close to the place where the Japanese troops had landed, and then the raft was a live target. He abandoned the boat and went ashore and walked towards the depths www.biquge.info of the island. The walk was not fast, and along the way I collected some exotic plant leaves, which I packed in my jacket pocket. At a depth of about five or six hundred meters, a parachute appeared in the canopy of a large tree, and the Japanese moved in such a hurry that they did not even take up the parachute.

Another hundred and ten meters forward, and parachutes appeared one after another. The scrivener did not dare to advance any further, and according to his observations, at least a dozen Japanese soldiers had landed in this area. He climbed a tall tree and looked into the distance, and there was an area in the deeper part of the woods that was bare and eye-catching. Could it be that there is the goal?

The scrivener box descended from the tree and headed towards the goal. The various branches and leaves above the head cover the sky and the sun, and the light squeezes in through the tiny gaps, forming pillars of light. The weeds on the ground are chest-deep, and you can't see your legs and feet when you look down. If there is a snake coiled over the ground or a wolf lurking, it is impossible to spot it without stepping on it. Man is like a fish swimming in the green sea. Most of the surface of Savage Mountain is like this, and the scrivener has long been used to it, which is one of the reasons why he dares to go deep into the circle of Japanese military activities, and he is wearing a Japanese military uniform, which can play a certain role of cover.

Suddenly, the scrivener saw a mark on the trunk of a large tree, the traces were very new, and it was clear that they had just been left. He was alert, and was now within range of the enemy. Walking down the mark, a small river in front of me flowed slowly, the scrivener buried his head in a few sips of water, and there were messy footprints on the ground, which were very fresh, and it was obvious that the Japanese soldiers had also stopped here. He waded across the creek and walked on, and a large clearing appeared in front of him, with a mess of stones scattered around.

At a glance, it is obvious that this is a building ruin, the edges and corners of the stone have been washed away by time, and the shady stone is covered with thick moss.

What a familiar situation! The scrivener remembered that he had been here at the ruins of ancient civilizations! Rena also encountered a two-headed snake by the river, the same river that had just drunk water.

The Japanese spent manpower and material resources for this ruin? Could it be something left over from an ancient civilization? The scrivener feels likely. It is unlikely that the Japanese are just archaeology, most likely they have some kind of information.

The scrivener box is hidden in the bushes, and there is a large open space in front of it, and it is very unrealistic to swagger through. He is not in a hurry, and looks at the situation first.

Although the hottest part of the day passed, the sun was still fierce. The large clearing was scorched and dry, and much of the moss was dry and white. In the middle of the clearing stood a collapsed building, scattered with stones, and there was no trace of its original appearance. However, there are a lot of scattered stones, and the scale is very large when stacked together, so you can imagine what a magnificent building it was back then. However, after all, it did not withstand the vicissitudes of time and became a ruin.

The scrivener has not been moved, this is the ultimate goal of the Japanese soldiers, and it is impossible to do without sentinels. The surroundings were surprisingly quiet, not even a single bug, and the silence was very unreal, similar to the rest of Savage Mountain. The scrivener suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, since he entered the ruins around the feeling is abnormal, and his psychology is faintly unsteady, and now he finally knows what the problem is.

The scrivener carefully captures the presence of small animals, even if it is a mosquito or a leech. Unfortunately, no, the surroundings were frighteningly quiet, and there was no active life except for weeds and shrubs. The atmosphere was made a little tense by himself, a dead place, the ancient civilization was wiped out in the dust of history, and even the lives in the vicinity were also dusted?

Suddenly, there was movement in the distance, and the sound of bodies rubbing against leaves came from far and near, and a large area resounded non-stop. Apparently there are quite a few animals coming.

The scrivener put the sniper rifle down and held the pistol at his waist. The sniper rifle is suitable for long-range sneak attacks, and the pistol is still handy for close combat. It's still uncertain whether it's a human or an animal, and whatever it is, it's not good news for the scrivener.

A large, dark-skinned man emerged from the bushes, dressed in strange costumes, wearing brass rings on his ears and holding a large knife in his hand. Then a succession of people came out, each with a weapon, a spear and a broadsword, and more often a crossbow.

"Natives!" Scrivener is all too familiar with these people, who are the natives of the nearby tribes. There is also a more familiar face: the wizard, Hasha's father. I have had in-depth contact with this old man's scrivener, and I am very, very familiar with it, and even the back can be recognized at a glance.

After more than a year, seeing the wizard again, the scrivener can't help but set off a little wave in his heart, the past is vivid, and many things seem to have happened yesterday. The grievances and grievances of the past will continue now?

Could it be that this is not far from the indigenous tribes? Could it be that the ruins still have a relationship with them? They appeared on the same day as the Japanese, was it a coincidence or an appointment? The scrivener felt that things were getting more and more complicated, and his arrival was like a praying mantis blocking the wheels rolling forward, which seemed insignificant no matter how you looked at it.

I don't understand the scrivener, the Japanese and the natives have joined forces? What conspiracy are they engaged in? No, there is a feud between them, Hasa and Jiga were captured by Japanese soldiers, and there was a battle for this, so it is impossible to come together. There is also a possibility that the natives came here to stop the movement of the Japanese soldiers.

Whatever, it's not good for him anyway. The current situation of the scrivener box is very embarrassing, both the Japanese and the natives are hostile to him, and he can only be enemies on both sides when he participates.

The natives did not notice that there were still uninvited guests hiding nearby, and after coming out of the bushes, they did not stop for a moment, and walked quickly towards the depths of the ruins. More than 20 people walked to the commanding heights of the ruins in less than five minutes, stepping on the scattered rocks to the commanding heights.

The scrivener stared up, he had also gone up to the commanding heights, there was nothing special, and the natives could find another way? More than 20 people stood at the top of the ruins, the target was very large, and still no Japanese soldiers came forward. It seems that there are really no sentinels. The scrivener secretly regretted that if he had acted early, he should have stood at the top.

The natives scattered to the top of the ruins, as if looking for something. Sometimes the wizard looks up at the sun, and sometimes leans down to measure, he is worthy of a wizard, and everything he does is very mysterious.

After more than twenty minutes, one by one, the natives walked to the other side of the ruins and did not reappear. The line of sight of the scrivener box is blocked, and there is no way to do it in a hurry.

After more than ten minutes, the natives still did not appear, and they should have entered the ruins. The scrivener came out of the bushes and ran quickly towards the ruins. Jump on a rock, run a few steps and jump on another, jump up in steps.