All eyes converge on the past, and everyone wants to find out about the origin of the indigenous woman and her relationship with the Japanese. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 The info scrivener called Zhao Yunlai over and asked him to be the translator, first translating his words to Rena, and then Rena translating the words to the native. Zhao Yunlai had worked in the division headquarters, and he knew a little about English and Japanese, and he was more proficient in Japanese in comparison, so he was asked to act as an English translator purely to catch ducks on the shelves.

The scrivener first asked the female aborigine what her name was, where the people were, and why she was caught by the Japanese soldiers. Zhao Yunlai first translated the words into English, and then Rena translated them into Burmese.

The native woman had been in shock, her face was pale and her eyes were hollow, and she had obviously not recovered from the shock just now. The scrivener didn't rush and asked her to sit down and calm down. It took a while for the natives to calm down, and they talked for a long time. Rena first translated into English, and then Zhao Yunlai translated into standard Henan dialect. The scrivener frowned when he heard it, because Zhao Yunlai's translation was intermittent, and it looked very lame, and even some donkeys' lips were not in the horse's mouth. The scrivener listened while adding his own reasonable imagination, and finally understood the general meaning.

The indigenous woman's name is Hasa, or Hasha, which is a similar tone. The scrivener thinks that Hasha is better, and acquiesces that the other party is called Hasha. Hasa is indeed an indigenous person of the Savage Mountains, a branch called the Kachin tribe, and the tribe is located in the depths of the Savage Mountains. She is the daughter of a tribal sorcerer, who was captured by Japanese soldiers while collecting medicine in the mountains and forests, and she did not know where to take her.

There is only so much information, but Zhao Yunlai has been translating for a long time, and his English level is very amateurish. The scrivener helped Harsha up and asked Rena to examine her body and bandage the wounds quickly. His attitude was very clear, this person could not be killed.

Lu Shuting was angry, and asked in a deep voice, "Take her on the road?" ”

The scrivener nodded very dryly and asked rhetorically, "Is there a problem?" ”

"Take her, what do you make the brethren think. They are savages, without humanity, and there are fewer brothers who have been harmed! "Lu Shuting is hostile to Hasha.

The scrivener looked at Lu Shuting, then at Kong Zhaoqiang and Gong Daniu next to him, and said, "The natives have done things that hurt us, but that is all a misunderstanding, because we did enter their territory, and it is understandable that they fought back." Besides, didn't the Japanese also be ambushed by them? Misunderstandings must be cleared up sooner or later, they are unkind, and we cannot be unjust. ”

Lu Shuting sneered: "Hehe, misunderstanding? What do you do to clear up misunderstandings? What else do you talk about benevolence and righteousness with these primitive people? ”

The scrivener didn't want to explain anymore, and he didn't look at Lu Shuting again, looked up at the sky and said, "It's so decided, I'm responsible for what happened." He asked Rena to help Harsha and continue on her way.

No one will say anything again, this place is not suitable for a long time, the sound of gunfire is likely to attract more enemies, everyone understands. The group continued in a southwesterly direction.

At first, Harsha thought that she would be killed, and she was in a trance, but later she realized that the gang was not hostile and even took good care of her. Gradually, Hartha's courage grew, and she talked a lot to Rena. Rena seemed hesitant to say something to the scrivener, but she didn't say it.

Seeing that they were getting farther and farther away from the place of the incident, it was unlikely that the Japanese soldiers would catch up. The scrivener ordered everyone to rest in place, and the bushes after the rain were full of dangers, and countless leeches lurked on the branches and leaves, and once someone passed by, they would stick to them unconsciously, waiting for the opportunity to be bloodthirsty. Everyone has different postures, some squatting, some bending, some tilting their heads, and some stomping, and they have solved the leeches stuck to their bodies.

The scrivener looked up at the sky, the sun was in the west, and it was necessary to find a relatively safe place before dark, not only to prevent possible Japanese soldiers, but also to prevent the unpredictable dangers of this place in Savage Mountain beyond imagination. The expeditionary force experienced too many strange casualties during the retreat, and many soldiers were not sacrificed in battle, but were inexplicably swallowed up by the terrifying Savage Mountain. The two fighters were still together when they slept at night, and when one of them woke up, his comrades were reduced to a pile of bones. This kind of thing is not unusual, and the scrivener has experienced it more than once. Sometimes there are 10 fighters camped in the evening, and when you wake up in the morning, you will find that two fighters have died inexplicably, and one fighter has mysteriously disappeared.

The little monkey climbs a large tree and condescends, trying to find a relatively sparsely populated area where the night is best suited. There is a small hill due west, 3,000 meters in a straight line, which is more suitable for overnight stays. He reported the situation to the scrivener, and without further ado, everyone straightened up their equipment and set off immediately.

The distance of three thousand meters is not far, but it is not close, and everyone did not arrive until the night dropp. The hills are not large, probably due to the fact that the soil is too poor and not a single tree grows, only weeds of uneven height.

The scrivener made a division of labor, Lu Shuting and Gong Daniu were responsible for finding food, preferably to fight some wild beasts, Rena was responsible for chopping grass and collecting dry firewood, preparing to make a fire, and laying weeds on the ground for rest. Kong Zhaoqiang was injured and was not fit to move, so he was responsible for taking care of Hasha. The little monkey and the scrivener box are responsible for guarding, the little monkey is the far sentry, and the scrivener box is the near sentry.

Half an hour later, everyone regrouped, and Rena had a lot of dry firewood and weeds, which was enough to use. Lu Shuting and Gong Da Niu also returned to the team, Lu Shuting was holding a small number of mushrooms, and Gong Da Niu was carrying two mountain frogs. The scrivener looked at the harvest of the two and was deflated, this is the dinner of seven or eight people? Others were also surprised, this little thing was not enough for Gong Daniu to enjoy alone, and everyone was not rich.

"No matter how small the mountain frog is, it is still meat, and it can be regarded as open meat." Kong Zhaoqiang said nonchalantly, I don't know whether it was enlightenment or ridicule, or maybe it was to enliven the atmosphere.

Gong Da Niu threw the two mountain frogs on the ground, and responded angrily to the strange eyes of others, "What do you see, there is not even a single bird drop within a radius of several hundred meters, and getting two mountain frogs is already a great virtue in the previous life!" ”

The mountain frog is not dead yet, but it was not lightly held by Gong Daniu's hand, lying on the ground and convulsing, dying. Lu Shuting put the mushroom and the mountain frog together, and explained to Gong Daniu: "Don't be embarrassed for Old Gong, he almost fell into the ravine for the sake of two mountain frogs." I wondered why there was nothing to eat in a radius of a few hundred meters......

Lu Shuting has always been very tough in front of everyone, and today he has softened a little. The scrivener was a little unaccustomed, he didn't worry about the amount of food, and the most important thing now was to rest well and spend the first night after the breakout peacefully. These days, I have been nesting in a cave, occupying a geographical advantage, and sleeping soundly. Nowadays, it is an open-air camp, and the danger is many times greater than in a cave, and it is necessary to be vigilant. Everyone is accustomed to life in the cave, and it is inevitable that they will relax, and the slightest omission can cause serious casualties. Therefore, the scrivener's mind is not to eat, he wants to ensure that this only remaining team leaves Savage Mountain safely.

Rena and the baby monkey fill their two steel helmets with water and light a fire to cook. Mountain frog stewed mushrooms sounds like a very beautiful name, but when you actually eat it, it is not so good. The first thing you feel is the fishy smell of mountain frogs and the earthy smell of mushrooms, because there is no salt, the earthy smell becomes more and more intense, and it is difficult to swallow under the stimulation of the taste buds. Fortunately, everyone was hungry and could bear it. Even so, each person only has a small half bowl.

The scrivener divides the existing staff into two shifts and takes turns to keep watch. In the first half of the night, it was Lu Shuting, Gong Daniu and Zhao Yunlai, and in the second half of the night, it was the scrivener, the little monkey, Kong Zhaoqiang, and the two women Rena and Hasha were not worth the night.

I have experienced too many things this day, and my spirit is always in a tense state, and once I am free, I immediately feel the double overdraft of physical strength and spirit. At this time yesterday, Li Yunfa and Li Changqing were still alive and well, so sturdy two people, who had not fallen down in several infectious disease pandemics, suddenly said that they were gone. The scrivener sighed, this is war, and life has become extremely fragile. A huge sleepiness hits, and soon the bookseller falls asleep in a daze. The mosquitoes above his head were buzzing and flying, but they couldn't spare his sweet dreams.

He slept soundly until Gong Da Niu woke him up. The sky was full of stars overhead, and it was the second half of the night. Lu Shuting and the three of them fell asleep soon after changing the guard, and the scrivener box and the little monkey and Kong Zhaoqiang were on duty at night, and the three of them guarded the middle area in a corner.

Looking at the soft sleeping posture of Rena and Harsha, as well as the sound of Gong Daniu's rumbling sleep, the scrivener had a great sense of responsibility from the bottom of his heart, at least during the dawn period, he wanted to protect them. The mosquitoes above their heads buzzed, and it was hard for them to sleep so soundly. The scrivener was the same just now, and when I woke up, I found that there were many big bags on my head, which hurt and itched.

There was a faint sound in the southwest, very slight, so slight that it was almost imperceptible. But he was still caught by the scrivener, he was born in Orion, and he was extremely sensitive to all kinds of sounds at night, and over the years he developed an instinctive conditioning.

"Little monkey, go up and see what's going on over there." The scrivener whispered to the little monkey that he didn't want to affect others, after all, Lu Shuting and they had just fallen asleep.

The little monkey climbed a big tree quickly, and in a few moments left the flat ground. The person and the trunk are together, and it is difficult for the people below to find it, and the scrivener waits with his head up, and his heart says that there must be a discovery, otherwise he would have come down early. About a quarter of an hour later, a dark shadow slid down from the treetop.

"Company commander, you are too godly, there is indeed a situation." The little monkey sticks out his thumb at the bookbox.

The scrivener knocked the other party's hand down, "Stop talking nonsense and get down to business." ”

"There are lights over there, about five miles away, dotted with stars, like a village." The little monkey said.

Village? Could it be that you have reached the edge of Savage Mountain? The scrivener secretly thought, and there was a trace of excitement in his heart. Thinking about it, it is impossible, although I have not stepped into the deepest part of Savage Mountain, it is impossible to go out in one day. Then the lights are ...... He thought of the Japanese soldiers, could it be that there was a camp for Japanese soldiers?