The scrivener sits down as if nothing is wrong and examines the exposed areas such as bare feet and calves. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info sure enough, there was a leech lying on the bare foot of his right foot, greedily sucking blood. The old generation still used the same method, and continued to pat near the leech sucker, and after a while, the work fell again.

Someone woke up suddenly, the scrivener box is there, but not on himself? They began to search like crazy, and many people found something on their arms, calves, and necks......

"Damn, is this really a leech?" Someone doesn't believe it. Everyone has seen leeches, but this is the first time I've seen such a big one. It is many times larger than ordinary leeches, which is beyond the scope of what they can accept.

The crowd immediately panicked, and everyone helped each other to find the leeches on their bodies.

After all, they are all elites in the army, and after a moment of panic, they stabilized and checked each other's bodies in an orderly manner.

The scrivener reminds everyone not to underestimate these leeches, the harm of these little things is not only to suck blood, but more importantly, to transmit various viruses, malaria, dengue fever...... All kinds of deadly viruses can spread.

The crowd had to be careful to tie the cuffs and cuffs of the trouser legs and cuffs tightly, exposing as little skin as possible.

The scrivener reminds everyone to hurry up, leeches are just one of the dangerous factors in Savage Mountain, more and more deadly dangers have not yet appeared, and the longer the delay, the more dangers will be encountered. "The place where the devil lives" is not just talk, and there are many dangers that ordinary people cannot imagine.

This time, everyone no longer had any objections, and each of them packed up and moved forward silently.

The road ahead is even more difficult, with swamps and pools of water, and sometimes it takes a large circle to get around a swamp, which invisibly increases the distance. Every once in a while, I have to stop and check my body to see if there are any leeches sticking to it. There is a swamp that I can't get around, so I have to cross it on foot, and the mud can reach my knees with one foot, and in some places the muddy water can reach the thighs.

Ten people supported each other and slowly moved forward. Ardis accidentally stepped into a deeper quagmire, and instantly fell into his chest, "God, I'm going to die!" He shouted.

The person next to him quickly handed over the prepared long branch, Ardis grabbed the branch with both hands, and the rest of the people pulled it back hard, and finally escaped.

"Damn place, I hate it!" Karina roared angrily.

No one paid attention, everyone knew that she was just venting, and as soldiers they had no choice but to move forward.

It was dark until it was dark, and finally I landed on a relatively dry plateau. The crowd was so tired that they lay on the ground and never wanted to get up again.

The scrivener suggests resting here for the night, although it is not completely dark, and you can still insist on walking for a while, but I can't guarantee that you can still encounter such a good terrain, once you spend the night in the muddy water is not fun.

Polgar agreed, and the others were even more disagreeable. Ten people are divided into five shifts to take turns resting. At night, mosquitoes are rampant, and swarms of mosquitoes buzz overhead. Fortunately, everyone was prepared, and they could get a good night's sleep by smearing the mosquito repellent solution in the package on their bodies.

Ardis reminds the crowd that it's best to use insect repellent sparingly when fighting enemies, as his smell is likely to attract ferocious beasts, which is no joke.

Sure enough, Attis said that there was really a wild beast circling the camp in the middle of the night, and its huge body shuttled through the trees, making a rustling sound. Bazin and Addis, who were on duty, were armed with spears and stood by a beast trying to deal with ten of them, purely looking for death. Instead, they hoped that the beast would show up and get a meal of game.

The beast was a thoughtless animal, and it could not imagine how dangerous it was for humans, and in the middle of the night it finally struck, roaring and rushing towards the sleeping crowd. Bang, bang, bang, in exchange for a few muffled gunshots. The beast fell heavily in the grass, and the smell of blood was everywhere.

At this time, the people on duty were replaced by Gao Li and Jiang Hu, and the two of them rushed to pull the beast back, peeled the skin and made a fire, and prepared a big meal.

In the early morning, there was a mist in the Savage Mountains, and the humidity was heavy. The smell of barbecue wafts into everyone's nostrils. Everyone woke up, good fellow, a skinned wild boar was roasting on the fire, the surface was already roasted to a golden brown, and from time to time droplets of oil seeped out of the shredded meat, dripping into the coals below, making a squeaking sound.

Polgar and Karina picked up some dry twigs and threw them into the fire, and a hearty game feast was ready. Lei Dahu and Bat Xin sharpened their knives on the rocks, ready to cut the meat for a while. Ardis and Li Keji brought clean water, and they couldn't just eat meat, they had to drink some hot water.

The scene was a little warm, and the ten people who were fiercely confronting each other yesterday have become harmonious today. At the very least, the division of labor and cooperation have been done in an orderly manner.

The roast pig was finally done, and Gao Li and Jiang Hu were lifted to a clean boulder with a branch, and this was the dining table.

At this time, the sharp knives of Ba Xin and Lei Dahu were sharpened, and they were waiting to cut the flesh. At this time, the scrivener took off the scimitar on his waist and walked to the roast pig first. He put the chain of the scimitar on his wrist, and with a slight shake of his arm, the scimitar began to fly around his wrist, and as his wrist continued to shake, the speed of the scimitar continued to increase.

The scrivener danced with the scimitar on his wrist, and it felt almost there, and the blade gradually approached the roast pig. Brush and brush, the golden tender meat on the surface of the roast pig where the blade passes is cut into thin slices, and the petals are scattered one after another. It didn't take long for the outer layer of crispy skin on the roast pig to be cut off. The scimitar was still whirring, and more slices of meat were slicing off.

"Good knife technique!" Li Keji applauded.

The others didn't praise it, but the expression said it all, and it was served. Although they are all the elites of each army and have their own stunts, there is no one in the bookbox who is incomparable to the flying knife meat cutting.

Ba Xin's face was strange, and the Chinese in front of him surprised him extremely much. Originally, he planned to use a sharp knife to cut meat, but now it seems that there is no need, and the scrivener naturally shows off his knife skills and suppresses everyone with his unique stunt. Bhasin has always had a knot in his heart, and he wants to fight with the scrivener again and regain the face he lost last time. But now that he is starting to become bottomless again, how many of this Chinese's skills are still unrevealed? Last time, he was defeated in the other party's yoga kung fu, and there was no sign in advance, and he suddenly showed it, which was unguardable.

Bhasin was very disappointed, and the confidence he had accumulated for most of the year was instantly lost. How sure are you of fighting again? He looked up at the sky, preoccupied.

Everyone else gobbled around the roast pork, but Bhasin only casually ate a few slices of meat.

"Friend, hurry up and eat. This may be our last meal. Garson, a black man, reminded Bhasin as drops of oil ran down the corners of his mouth.