The scrivener leapt from the ground, the scimitar flapping back and forth with the shaking of his wrist. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info Boom, constantly cutting the flesh of the Japanese killer. The old generation had tried to use a scimitar to cut and roast whole pig meat, but this was the first time to cut human flesh alive. The scimitar flew around the Japanese killer's body, blood splattered, and pieces of flesh fell off. The so-called Ling Chi is nothing more than that.

It's cruel, but the scrivener has been doing it. Jiang Hu's tragic death is vividly remembered, and it was this guy who did it. He had no need to be merciful to such a cruel enemy.

Yes...... The howls of pain were overwhelming. What about ninjas, what about top killers, they are also helpless and desolate in front of real killer moves.

The scrivener finally cut off the other party's head, and the bloody head fell into the grass, and a touch of scarlet was particularly striking in the green eyes.

The fog cleared, the sun shone onto the earth, and it was a bright day. Who knows, deep in the Savage Mountain, the Allies are greeting the sun of a new day with incomparable blood.

The scrivener sat in the grass to rest, and the long running and fighting exhausted his strength. Danger is everywhere, and you must first recover your strength.

This is the combat effectiveness of the ninja killer, and the scrivener box has a sense of proportion in his heart, and he unconsciously compares it with Ba Xin, Li Keji, Song Da Tongue, and even Gong Da Niu and Lu Shuting. The most powerful is the narrow knife of the Japanese killer, and the Chinese soldiers generally do not have the weapons to use, so they suffer a big loss at this point, and if they really fight, they will be at a disadvantage. The most practical way is to use a gun to distance yourself from the Japanese killers and avoid close combat......

Half an hour later, the scrivener came out of the grass. The sparse trees indicate that this is no longer a valley, and there are no more mountains on both sides, and the view is very open. The scrivener climbed a big tree and looked around, surrounded by a flat river, and could not see the edge at a glance, even the big trees were the same height, as if there was no green ocean without waves. The so-called valley had long since disappeared, and he was lost, unable to find the route he had come.

Airplanes...... A loud roar sounded overhead. The scrivener looked up at the sky, and an airplane hovered overhead. Of course, he did not think that it was his own troops' planes, and the limited number of planes were used over Imphal on the Indo-Burmese border and over the newly built Indo-Burma road.

In fact, it is not common for Japanese planes to enter Savage Mountain. The number of fighters of the little devils is not as good as that of the United States, and most of their planes are concentrated in Myitkyina, an important town in northern Myanmar, where there is an airfield. The little devil's plane can take off from Myitkyina and go straight to the Hump route, causing harassment to the US Flying Tigers who are tasked with strategic transportation tasks. Use the limited air power in Savage Mountain, unless the little devil is stupid.

But there was a devil's plane flying overhead, flying at a very low altitude, and even the letters painted on the fuselage could be seen.

The scrivener is very puzzled, what is the little devil's plane doing in Savage Mountain? It's not going to be a war, is it? Could it be that this operation alarmed the Japanese Air Force? Impossible, in fact, the role of aircraft in Savage Mountain is very limited, because the surface vegetation is dense, and it is difficult to find targets on the ground from the air. As early as the time the expeditionary force entered the Savage Mountain, the harassment by aircraft was very, very limited. The Japanese Air Force could not help such a large expeditionary force, let alone an allied detachment of ten people.

Besides, the Savage Mountain area is vast, not to mention one plane, even dozens of planes may not work. The Japanese are not fools and should understand this very well. It was a waste to use the plane in the Savage Mountain. Moreover, the Japanese army needed a large number of ships and warplanes on the frontal battlefield, and it was impossible to have extra warplanes to put into Savage Mountain.

The scrivener leaned on the tree and hesitated, really unable to think of a reason for the plane to appear here. At this time, the humming sound gradually faded away, and when I looked up again, the shadow of the plane was long gone.

Could it be that the plane is going the wrong way? The scrivener didn't think about it anymore, and slid down from it with both hands on the trunk of the tree, looking for the footprints of his own arrival. He's lost and needs to find some traces of where he came.

Airplanes...... The plane flew overhead again from far and near.

"Fuck, you're really lost!" The scrivener secretly cursed. Keep your head down and keep looking.

At noon, the scorching sun scorched the forest. The old generation finally found some footprints and roughly determined the direction of return.

Airplanes...... The plane circled overhead again.

The scrivener quickly climbed a big tree, but I wanted to see what kind of reputation the Japanese plane was doing. By the time he climbed the canopy, the plane was gone, but he could still see shadows, hovering in the distance, as if searching for something.

The scrivener groaned, what are the Japanese looking for in Savage Mountain, a place where birds don't poop? The roar faded away, and everywhere I looked, there was a vast forest, and there was no end to it. Due to the heavy rain the day before yesterday, the floodwaters in many places have not subsided, and one hill after another has become a small island and a haven for animals. More large trees are soaked in water, the canopy is exposed to the water, and there is water below and trees above, and the landscape is peculiar.

Airplanes...... The plane flew back from a distance, this time for a shorter time, circling around and departing. Soon it turned back again, and the roar continued. The animals on the isolated island were frightened, some burrowed into the grass, and some looked up.

The plane circled back and forth in the nearby area. Suddenly, the nose of the plane lifted and flew into the air. Several black dots fell from the belly of the plane, turning into several "white clouds" in mid-air, slowly drifting towards the jungle.

The scrivener squinted thoughtfully, staring at the falling "white clouds" without blinking.

"Airborne Forces" scrivener said a few words. In fact, he didn't know the word airborne troops before, and since he participated in the mission of "Tiankeng", he was only exposed to this new word.

Why did the Japanese army spend so much effort on airdrops? It won't just be as simple as searching for an Allied squad. Don't...... What secrets are there in this area that deserve the Japanese army to use a lot of manpower and material resources to find them?

The scrivener can no longer be calm, since the secret actions of the Japanese army have been detected by him, then the next step is ......

"White clouds" continued to fall from the sky, and most of them fell into a jungle in the distance, and there could be more than a dozen. The other two or three fell into the air currents and shifted their direction, one of them drifting far away, and the other two drifted towards the location of the scrivener. The scrivener box turned out to be a little excited, and there was an urge to hunt in my heart, I have been being led by the nose by Japanese killers these days, and it was time to take the initiative to take action.

"White clouds" floated over the south-overhead, and the scrivener box was hidden sideways in the dense foliage. In fact, he was too worried, the vast Savage Mountain was green everywhere, and no one would notice a subtle place. Besides, the two airborne troops deviated from the predetermined area, and their hearts were already panicked, and they didn't have the heart to pay attention to anything else.