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The big roast pig was wiped out by ten people, and only a messy skeleton remained in place. Everyone reminisced about the aroma of meat and rested under the big tree.

The fog has not yet dissipated, and the scrivener advises not to rush to the road first, the fog of Savage Mountain may kill. Once you enter the area with a strong miasma, ten people will have to shed their skin if they don't die.

Polgar blinked and listened, "Dai, is what you said true?" ”

"Of course. I'm not going to joke about the Allied combat missions. ”

Polgar said no more and silently sorted out the package. Ten people and ten packages, the equipment inside is about the same, but there are differences in weapons. Some are Thomson light machine guns, others are newly developed sniper rifles with scopes. Depending on the weapon, the combat targeted is also different, Thomson is suitable for both skirmishes and close-quarters combat, and the firepower is high and lethal. Sniper rifles are suitable for long-range hunting and assassination.

In Polgar's hand was a sniper rifle with a barrel and body that were much longer than a normal rifle, and the barrel was painted green for easy concealment. She wiped every part of the sniper rifle, very carefully and carefully, as if she were caring for her own child.

The scrivener's eyes couldn't help but linger on Polgar for a few more moments, a resolute woman, the war had left a deep mark on her face, and the faint scar on her left cheek was a sign of those extraordinary experiences. Her eyes were resolute and resolute, the same result of the baptism of war, as if nothing could make her afraid.

The scrivener had a trace of curiosity in his heart, what Polgar had experienced, such a look is not what a woman should have.

Polgar inadvertently looked up, and found that the bookcase was staring at him, his resolute face without a trace of waves, and his cold gaze met the scrivener, and the latter had to look away.

The sun rises and the fog lifts high in the sky. Ten people packed up their equipment and set off.

The whole morning was spent wading through the mud, with some thrilling passes through three swamps. In front of him is a ridge, and it is impossible to go around it, only to climb over it.

On the way up the mountain, it rained again, and the flood rushed down the mountain, breaking the big trees and washing away the boulders, and ten people were halfway up the mountain, and had to hold on to the big trees to save their lives.

The murky flood roared down, knocking down tree after tree and washing away boulder after boulder. Ten people were scared that if there was a landslide on the mountain overhead, everyone would die. It doesn't matter if you are the elite of the army, whether you are a lieutenant or a captain, the power of the individual seems so small in the face of nature.

Li Keji looked up at the mountain, and said eagerly to the scrivener: "Old generation, we have to move quickly." ”

"Why? With such heavy rain, it is dangerous to walk on the mountainside. The scrivener didn't understand what Li Keji meant.

"There's a possibility of a landslide here." Li Keji said. "Look." He pointed to the mountain above him.

Sure enough, a large area of towering trees is tilting overall, and the speed is very slow, but if you find the right reference, you can still find it.

The scrivener relayed the situation to Polgar, who was the team leader, and gave her the order. There is no time to explain, and it must be transferred immediately. "Captain Polga, we have to get out of here now." Scrivener Road.

"Now?" Polgar asked.

"Yes, now."

Polgar didn't say anything more and ordered the crowd to move immediately.

Ten people trekked sideways through the muddy mountainside, which was a difficult process, the slippery mountain could not withstand any gravity, and many people slid down as they walked. Fortunately, the trees are dense enough to catch the branches in time. The boulders rolled down from a great height under the rain, carrying the silt, and roaring into the valley, which was terrifying. If it falls on a person, there is no chance of survival.

The rain is still falling, although the military uniforms are all waterproof fabrics, everyone is still soaked, and the skin has been soaked by the rain for a long time, wrinkled and white, and may erode for a long time.

A large tree was swept down by the flood and rushed down in mud and sand, roaring all the way like dozens of tanks. Everyone couldn't help but stop, and the trajectory of the big tree gliding was not far ahead. There was no time to react too much, and the big tree was wrapped in mud and sand and had already washed forward.

Lei Dahu, who was walking in the front, desperately retreated, but it was still too late, and the big tree was wrapped in mud and sand to swallow him and roll down.

"Thunder Tiger!" Someone shouted.

But it didn't work, he couldn't hear it again.

Jiang Hu's eyes were blood-red, and he grabbed the neck of the scrivener, "Why do you want to transfer?" Otherwise, the big tiger will not die! ”

Jiang Hu's words were not finished, and boom...... There was an even more violent roar behind him, as if thousands of tanks were advancing in unison, and the flying mud and stones flooded the horizontal area of nearly 100 meters, and the green was swept away in an instant, and the earthy color of the silt was replaced.

The original resting position was instantly wiped out.

Jiang Hu stood dumbfounded, and the hands that grabbed the scrivener box slowly loosened, leaving only a helpless chok.

Everyone was stunned in place, it was too sudden, and in the blink of an eye, a fresh life was gone, and they were eating barbecue with everyone in the morning, and it was gone in an instant. The incident happened too suddenly, even if these people have been on the battlefield for a long time and are used to seeing life and death, they still can't help but be in a daze at this time.

The suggestion of the scrivener saved everyone, but it lost Jiang Hu. It's not his fault, it's just this rain, or this damn savage mountain. No one complained about him, because he saved nine out of ten people, and no one was grateful to him because Lei Dahu died because of it.

The heavy rain finally stopped. The clouds cleared and the sky cleared. The place where the landslide just now left a wide trace, and the green color was completely smoothed out. It's like a scar on a mountain.

The crowd was depressed, and after only one day of departure, the life of a warrior was gone. It was a carefully selected elite among the allies, and it was swallowed up by the Savage Mountain, and there was not even a corpse left.

The crowd silently continued up the hill, no one spoke, only the popping sound of feet stepping on the mud. Finally climbed to the top of the mountain. Condescendingly, the vast savage mountain is beyond the horizon.

Only then did everyone understand what the scrivener box said yesterday, it was indeed a devil's road, fortunately there was no delay, otherwise it would be really difficult to complete the marching task at the specified time. When everyone looked at the scrivener again, their eyes gradually changed, this Chinese soldier is not simple!

The scrivener, Jiang Hu, Li Keji and Gao Li all looked at the bottom of the mountain in a daze, and they just left alone, without any warning in advance, which was difficult to accept. Lei Dahu, an elite soldier from the new 38th Division, was the deputy company commander a few years ago, and he was a righteous man and was deeply respected by the soldiers below, and it was only a matter of time before he became a company commander. Now it's gone, and I can't even find the body.