The scrivener absentmindedly added firewood to the fire, filled it with a basin, and devoured it. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoEveryone has been staring at him, and between life and death along the way, the acting company commander has never been like this. Now such a gaffe is for that foreign woman?

The scrivener looked at the rising sun, looked farther away, and said, "I'm going to leave for a while, and you guys are waiting for me here." ”

"Leave? Where to go? Zhao Yunlai limped out of the tent.

"Go save Rena." The scrivener replied.

Everyone was stunned, "Save Rena, do you know where she is?" ”

The scrivener still looked out in the direction of the sun, "Indigenous tribes." He uttered four words clearly. Rena's bracelet sends an important signal: she has been snatched by the natives. The bracelet was actually deliberately thrown by Rena, indicating the target for the scrivener. The indigenous chiefs didn't let her go in the end, even though they had gone so far.

"Wouldn't it be better for everyone to go together?" Kong Zhaoqiang said.

"No, we still have two wounded people to take care of. Again...... For the sake of a British, there is no need for everyone to take risks. "The scrivener shows the attitude.

The others didn't say anything more, for the sake of a foreign woman, it was really not worth the risk for everyone. Everyone turned their attention to Lu Shuting, as the number two person in the team, his opinion is very important. Lu Shuting stuck the shell gun into his waist, and also looked in the direction of the sun. "I'll wait for you for half a month, and if you don't come back by then, I'll take these people away, and it's up to me whether I go to India or not." He said to the scrivener.

The scrivener retracted his gaze and fell on Lu Shuting: "Okay, old Lu, do as you say." If I do not come back for half a month, the brethren will be under your command. But...... Before you make a decision, you have to think about it, everyone's life is in your hands. ”

Lu Shuting also retracted his gaze and fell on the scrivener: "You don't have to worry about this, the lives of the brothers are my lives, and even if I die, I have to die at the forefront." ”

"Lao Lu, I believe in you!" The scrivener put one hand on Lu Shuting's shoulder, and his words were serious.

The scrivener box simply prepared some equipment, and most of the ammunition and food were left in the camp, bidding farewell to everyone and walking in the direction of the indigenous tribe. Half a month is enough for him, and if it goes well, enough for a round trip. If it doesn't go well, don't expect to come back, it is estimated that you will have to bury the bones in the Savage Mountain.

In half a month, Zhao Yunlai's injury is estimated to be healed, there is no problem with walking the mountain road, and the little monkey's injury should be stable. At that time, it would be much easier for everyone to hurry. As for where Lu Shuting will take the team, it's up to fate. These questions were thought about by the scrivener, and the decision was made after a night of deliberation. There's no way he's going to give up on Rena, even if there's a glimmer of hope.

After the heavy rain, Savage Mountain was very muddy, and the scrivener did not go fast. However, he felt that the natives might not be able to go much faster. Despite the overnight gap, it rained at night, and the natives did not brave the rain to travel. Therefore, the scrivener box is not in a hurry, and the natives may not be able to throw him far away.

The vast savage mountain, people trapped in it are like a drop in the ocean, and the surrounding scenery is almost the same, and it is easy to get lost. The scrivener relied on the compass to not get lost in the mountains. He barely stopped during the day, and kept his head on his way, which had to be done before the natives returned to the tribe, or Rena would be in danger.

Hold on until the fifth day in a row, and if you calculate the footsteps, it should be almost there. However, it is difficult to determine the exact location, the Savage Mountain is too big, and the indigenous tribe is like a bird's nest in the woods, and it is not easy to find it. The scrivener was no longer in a hurry, and began to stand on the high ground and look around, trying to find clues. It's a pity that there is no harvest.

On the morning of the sixth day, there was still nothing, the rain was pouring down at noon, the scrivener was hiding in a small cave and gnawing on the only remaining half can of canned food, and the food was exhausted.

After the heavy rain, the visibility improved a lot, and about 20 miles to the southeast, there was a faint smoke rising. If it weren't for excellent visibility, that thin cloud of smoke would be hard to see. Where there is smoke, there are people, and ninety percent of the indigenous tribes are there. The scrivener box ran down the hillside and headed towards the goal.

Twenty miles is not far, but it is not easy to walk on the Savage Mountain, and the most difficult thing is the swamp, alone, once you fall into it, there is no way to survive. It was not until late afternoon that the indigenous tribes were approached. The scrivener didn't dare to move forward again, this was the territory of the natives, and he didn't want to be injured by poisoned arrows. Dragged until dark, and then carefully walked in the direction of the tribe.

After a few hundred meters of advancement, there appeared a simple house made of wooden piles, and the rare light of the fire flickered, and you could see the natives patrolling. That's right, this is it. The scrivener did not enter, and made a detour to the other side, where the chief's residence was.

Having lived in the indigenous tribe for several days, the scrivener was quite familiar with the situation, and easily avoided the sentry. A huge stone house stands in front of you, and it is said that it is huge compared to a wooden house. That's where the chieftain lived. The scrivener box can only be seen from a distance, and there are too many sentry posts around, so it is impossible to avoid them all. He pondered to catch a captive first and ask if Rena was really here. He then began to search the outskirts of the tribe, and soon targeted a middle-aged native.

The middle-aged natives are not sentinels, because they are dressed differently, their clothes are somewhat similar to the old wizards, and they wear silver jewelry on their heads, so their status should not be low. This kind of talent is valuable because he knows the core secrets of the tribe.

The middle-aged natives have been wandering around the periphery of the tribe, and the scrivener box has been shot several times, but in the end they have all given up, and there are too many sentry posts, which is very troublesome. The middle-aged natives walked around and finally walked out of the tribe, this guy sneaked around and walked towards the small river behind the tribe. The scrivener is interested, what is this guy going to do, there is something unseemly?

The scrivener followed from a distance, and the trees were dense enough that it was not a matter of hiding a person. The middle-aged native stood by the creek and hid behind a boulder to look out from afar. This guy was so engrossed that he didn't notice the scrivener as he approached him. There was the sound of rushing water on the river, people bathing, and the laughter and slapstick of young women could be heard from time to time.

Voyeur! The scrivener understands, this guy in front of him is very obscene. He reached out and grabbed the other party's neck, and the other party suddenly felt that it was difficult to breathe, and at the same time, he was shocked, and he struggled desperately with his teeth and claws. The scrivener slammed the other's head against the boulder. The middle-aged native rolled his eyes and fainted, leaving a blood stain on his forehead. Count his fortune, the scrivener didn't use too much effort, and he needed to get some news from his mouth.

The scrivener placed the middle-aged natives on the ground, pondering for a secluded place to interrogate. From time to time, there was a girl's frolicking sound on the other side of the river, and a familiar voice was heard in the scrivener, it was Hasha, and Hasha was also on the other side of the river. The past is vivid, more than a month and a half away, and many things seem to happen yesterday. With Hasa here, things might be easy. He continued to move closer to the river, and dimly saw several people bathing in the river, among them Hasha. The scrivener is inconvenient to show up, except for Hasha, who is not familiar with other people. You can only lurk in the bushes for the time being, waiting for your chance.

After about 20 minutes, the people in the river finally came ashore, sorted out their clothes and walked back. Women in the indigenous tribes also wore very few clothes, only short skirts of coarse cloth and short gowns with crop tops. A few girls talked and laughed and walked back. The scrivener frowned secretly, and there was no chance to contact Harsha alone. Once you walk into the tribe, you don't have a chance. Suddenly, he thought of the bracelet he was carrying, and threw it at Hasha.

Hasha was suddenly hit by something, and couldn't help but look down, and the silver bracelet was quickly discovered. She bent down to pick it up, her little face full of consternation, and she looked up and around. It's a pity that nothing was found. She told her companions to go first, and she came after her. The girls who were traveling with them didn't pay attention and walked towards the tribe.

Harsha stood there and looked around, the expression on her face was rich, surprised and delighted. The scrivener saw that everyone else had walked away and came out of the bushes.

Seeing that it was a scrivener, Harsha danced excitedly, a cheerful smile bloomed on her slightly dark face, and she ran over quickly with open arms. The scrivener took a few steps up and reached out to hug her. Harsha put her arms around his neck and refused to let go for a long time. The wet hair sticks to the face of the scrivener, itchy, and a fragrance wafts into the nostrils, which is very pleasant.

The scrivener pushed Harsha an arm's length away, holding her shoulders with both hands, a very beautiful girl, slightly dark skin revealing a healthy vitality. What a kind girl. I was lucky to meet her scrivener, and things will be much easier later.

Harsha muttered something, and the scrivener couldn't understand it, but he could guess the roughly, probably asking him why he came back.

The scrivener gestured to the silver bracelet and asked if she had seen Rena.

Hasha looked surprised and shook her head seriously.

The scrivener was not too surprised, his feet were relatively fast, and the person who snatched Rena was probably still on the way. There will be results in two or three days. Of course, it is not ruled out that Harsha told a lie, but he believes that she will not, she is a kind child.

Hassa was a little anxious, and her mouth kept saying something. The scrivener can guess, probably asking why Rena disappeared and who did it?

The scrivener looks around, this is not the place to talk for a long time. Harsha understood, and pulled him in the other direction. At the edge of a small hill, there was a small cave in a very hidden place, and the two of them went into it one after the other. The hole was dark, and Harsha lit the lamp and was stopped by the scrivener. A very small fire can also be carried far away at night.

The cave was small, and the two sat side by side, letting mosquitoes fly around them. The conversation took a long time, the language was not spoken, and it was difficult to communicate. However, the two of them had enough patience to finally explain the matter clearly. It was the middle of the night, and the scrivener was going to send Harsha back. On the way, he suddenly remembered something, and led Harsha to turn a corner and go to the river.