This sleep was very sweet, and if it wasn't for the wizard sending someone to call, everyone would have slept until noon. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info The sky has just been brightened, and the whole forest is shrouded in a layer of fog, and the already low visibility has become even lower. Every leaf is covered with dew, and within 30 meters of walking between them, your clothes will be completely wet. The air in the early morning is very cold, and the wet clothes stick to the flesh very uncomfortable, and it is easy to be attacked by cold poison, and then cold fever and high fever do not go away. Many of the comrades-in-arms in the scrivener box are sick because of the cold and fever. Marching early in the morning on Savage Mountain is a big no-no.

I won't be going now! Little Monkey, Zhao Yunlai and others muttered directly, and now entering the mountain is tantamount to looking for death. The little monkey kept explaining to the natives. The other party stared dryly and couldn't understand. At this time, Rena and Harsha also arrived, acting as translators. After a brief conversation, Rena told everyone that the natives had come to call everyone for breakfast, and that the sun had come out before they had officially set off. Only then did everyone feel at ease and rush to breakfast under the leadership of the natives.

Unknown raw meat sandwiched with wild vegetables is hard to swallow. The scrivener barely ate a few bites of wild vegetables, and did not have a trace of appetite or even disgust for those bloody raw meats. It has always been said that there is a cannibal tribe in Savage Mountain, but I don't know if it is human flesh in front of me, so I lose my appetite even more when I think about it. He looked at his companions, almost all of them were like him, and no one touched the raw meat. The little monkey barely took a sip, in exchange for a violent vomiting, even the wild vegetables he had eaten before were vomited, and the green leaves were sandwiched with gastric juice, and everyone almost vomited.

The sun finally rose, the fog faded, and the natives took out their detained equipment again. The scrivener box and others each picked out their own weapons and tried their hands, but fortunately there was no damage. Lu Shuting raised his right hand, and a shuttle bullet whistled out, hitting the trunk of a tree not far away, and sawdust flew wildly.

The aborigines were like facing a great enemy, and their bows and arrows were aimed at Lu Shuting, as well as others. The atmosphere was suddenly tense. Woo...... A low horn sounded like the beginning of the battle, and almost the entire tribe in the prime of life took action, raising all kinds of weapons to meet the enemy.

Lu Shuting, Kong Zhaoqiang and the others were all on alert, and the guns and bullets in their hands were loaded, and they would spray tongues of fire at any time. The scrivener ordered everyone to calm down, the trust that the two sides have established now is very fragile and cannot withstand a single blow, and Gong Daniu is still in the hands of others. He admonished his companions. In fact, there is also an impulse in the scrivener mentality, an impulse to sweep bullets into the flesh of the natives. If it weren't for the fact that Rena and Gong Daniu were controlled by each other, he estimated that it would be difficult for him to control his emotions.

The wizard hurried over, looking grim, and shouted a lot at the scrivener. Although I don't understand, I can understand what the other party meant, and I guess I'm warning him not to mess around, otherwise it won't be good for everyone. The scrivener replied with a faint smile and made a gesture to leave, Zhao Yunlai took the lead, and Lu Shuting, Kong Zhaoqiang, and the little monkey lined up in a column and walked towards the outside of the tribe. Needless to say, action is the best answer.

The sorcerer's expression softened, and he sent a guide to accompany him, and the group of six left the tribe and walked deeper into the mountains.

The huge and terrifying scrivener box of Savage Mountain and others have long been enlightened, and they are mentally prepared for this trip. There were no dangers along the way, and it took three full days to reach the edge of Savage Mountain. They found that the route taken by the guide was not straight, but winding, avoiding many swamps and Japanese posts. The scrivener box was secretly frightened, but fortunately there was a guide, and it was difficult to say that they could get out alive with just a few of them. In this way, it is not entirely bad to encounter the natives, and it is a bit of a loss of horses.

It wasn't until the evening of the fifth day that he completely walked out of the Savage Mountain, and everyone, including the guide, often breathed a sigh of relief, and finally came out, and it was not a good thing to rush in the Savage Mountain. Although he avoided many dangers along the way, he still encountered many difficulties, the most unbearable of which was the sneak attack of mosquitoes, snakes and scorpions. Fortunately, there are guides, and they often pick a kind of leaves, mash them and apply them to the body, so that snakes and insects do not invade. I learned a lot of unique survival skills from Savage Mountain with the guide, which can be regarded as a reward.

After walking for more than two hours, there was a little light in front of me, and the guide pointed to indicate that it was the destination. Modi, it's finally back! The scrivener secretly sighed that he would never forget what a tragic situation he had been when he left Modi. The same is true for others, all of whom are in a heavy mood, and the tragic scene is unforgettable.

In a secluded place, the group began to change their clothes, and the indigenous tribe prepared local Burmese clothes for them to move around. Everyone changed into their costumes and hid their weapons close to their bodies. For concealment, this time there were no heavy weapons, all pistols. In the night, six figures cautiously approached Mordi......

Modi, a humble town in northern Myanmar, ends here on the highway, and further north is the Savage Mountains. It was here that the expeditionary force Du Yuming gave up his baggage and fled into the Savage Mountain. Mozambique is not a small place, with a population of only a few thousand, but at this time it became a strategic location due to the war between China and Japan.

The town's residential areas were pitch black, with the only lights coming from the Japanese stronghold and a temple. The streets were deserted, and there were not half pedestrians. The line of scrivener is very conspicuous when walking on the street. They had to choose dark and narrow streets to avoid the mobile posts of the Japanese army as much as possible.

It had been more than a month since the expeditionary force left Modi, and the Japanese army's defense was a little lax, otherwise I am afraid that not a bird would have dared to fly in. The scrivener wanted to find a hotel to stay in, and he had the impression that there were several hotels here. Now he had to give up the idea, it was too conspicuous to stay in the hotel at this time. I had to find an abandoned yard to live in. The town has experienced the baptism of artillery fire, and the ruins are everywhere, and the abandoned courtyard is not difficult to find. Six people are divided into three groups and take turns resting.

The next day, until almost noon, everyone went out tentatively. At this time, the streets were already crowded, and various trading businesses were opened one after another, showing a trace of vitality for the rest of their lives after the catastrophe, and it was not conspicuous for six people to mix in it.

The guide chose a small restaurant and sat down by the window, and this meal served as both breakfast and lunch. More importantly, this place is directly opposite the Japanese stronghold, and the distance is less than 200 meters, which is easy to observe. Due to the proximity to the Japanese stronghold, the locals were quite scruples, and there were few people in the restaurant. This is exactly what scrivener and others want. From beginning to end, it is the guide who speaks alone, and the others avoid being exposed. A few people with Chinese accents appear here, and if they are known, it is difficult to imagine how serious the consequences will be.

The Japanese stronghold was located in a large mansion, which can be described as heavily guarded. There are two machine guns in the doorway, and there are countless open and secret sentries on the roof. Around the courtyard wall, there is a post of five steps, ten steps and a sentry, and not a single fly can fly in. The scrivener box was big for a while, and the rescue operation was even more difficult than imagined.

In order not to attract attention, the scrivener ordered the little monkey to "step on the plate" alone, and the boy had been serving as a scout for this team, and this time was no exception.

Seeing the little monkey approaching the stronghold, everyone was nervous, and a lamb was walking around in front of the wolf's den, maybe it would fall into it at some point. Fortunately, the little monkey was unusually alert and did not attract the attention of the Japanese soldiers. Everyone continued to eat while watching with ease, the taste of local food is very different from that of Chinese food, but it is always easier to taste than the food of the indigenous tribes. Everyone's mind was obviously not on eating, and their eyes couldn't help but aim at the Japanese stronghold.

Japanese troops often entered and exited the gate of the stronghold, and the guards were very strict, almost from head to toe from the inside out. It's almost impossible to sneak in through the doorway.

Everyone whispered while eating, and this operation may not be so easy. Half an hour later, the little monkey returned, came up and shook his head first, apparently without good news. He circled the stronghold twice, but did not see any flaws, and the Japanese guards were impermeable. Several machine guns echoed each other, intertwined into a net of fire, and not a single fly could fly in.

The scrivener has been prepared in my heart, although Modi is small, it is a military town, and this stronghold is the core of Modi, and it is not normal if the security is not strict. That being the case, there is only a matter of waiting. He divided the six of them into three groups and stayed in three different ruins. The advantage of this is that the target can be narrowed, and if someone is spotted by the enemy, the other group can go to the rescue, and respond to each other's horns. The scrivener and the little monkey were in a group, and the two chose a ruin in the northeast corner of the town, three hundred meters from each of the other two groups.

The little monkey looked at a mountain forest in the north in a daze, his eyes were red, and he seemed to be very sad. The scrivener knew what he was thinking, and after the expeditionary force retreated here, it had to abandon all mechanical baggage and retreat into Savage Mountain. Those wounded in cars could no longer be with the team and had to stay en masse. Hundreds of wounded watched their comrades retreat into Savage Mountain, and they could only stay, and everyone knew that staying would lead to a dead end. The wounded had only one request, to leave two barrels of gasoline.

The wounded remained silently, and the healthy withdrew into the Savage Mountain with tears in their eyes. That kind of separation is really a parting of life and death, the cry is shocking, and the liver and intestines are broken. A few hours later, the Japanese army pursued, and the wounded of the expeditionary force did not want to be prisoners, so they lit gasoline and set fire to ****, and fought the enemy in the most tragic way.

This is no secret, and it is said that the smell of burnt paste has been diffused over Moti for more than ten days. Every night, the sound of ghosts crying and wolf howls sounds, and the locals say that they are the ghosts of the soldiers of the expeditionary force, who are dead in a foreign land, and can neither enter the earth nor return to their hometowns, and they will not be blind to death.

The scrivener is also in a heavy mood, and his teeth are chattering, this time not only to rescue the chief's daughter, but also to kill a few more Japanese devils to avenge the dead brothers. It was only three o'clock in the afternoon, and it was still early in the dark.

"Company commander, I want to go over there and have a look." The little monkey choked up and said, the "over there" he said was naturally the camp of the wounded **** of the expeditionary force.