The scrivener patted Harsha's shoulder, her eyes were complicated, a young girl should not bear such a weight, and the sinister and strife of people's hearts should not implicate her. The pen and fun pavilion www.biquge.info the scrivener nodded at Hasha with relief, and at the same time asked her to hurry back and not be implicated in this matter. Hartha's face was slightly red, and she glanced at the scrivener, then lowered her head.

In just a few minutes, all the bags were packed, and there was actually nothing to pack, except for weapons, which could be thrown away. Harsha led the group to turn left and right, avoiding all the sentry posts of the tribe and entering the jungle smoothly. Scrivener and Rena thanked her again and told her to hurry back. Harsha refused, insisting on watching them leave.

Everyone was a soldier, and there were not many children to love each other, and they headed deep into the jungle under the watchful eye of Hasha. The trees quickly obscured Hasha's figure. Everyone was silent, and the change was too great for anyone to adapt. Suddenly leaving the kind of life that is free from the world, calm and comfortable, I can't help but feel a little lost. It was too sudden, without any mental preparation.

"Company commander, let's keep heading south?" The little monkey asked in a low voice.

The scrivener guessed that the little monkey had an idea and asked, "What do you mean?" ”

"It's not interesting. It is...... In case the natives catch up, we'll be in trouble. The little monkey replied.

The scrivener slapped the back of the little monkey's head, "You kid, you're getting more and more ghosts!" Ordered everyone to go northwest. ”

The seven men quickly changed their route and headed northwest. To the south is the most convenient route out of Savage Mountain, Modi is in that direction, if it is fast, it only takes three days, and everyone has walked through it, and they are familiar with the road. It is precisely because of this that it is possible for the indigenous people to chase south. Once encountered, it is inevitable that there will be a big war.

Walking northwest will lead you to the hinterland of the Savage Mountains, but you can escape the pursuit of the natives. And India is just due west, and it has not deviated from the general direction.

It soon got dark, and I don't know if the sudden change of route had an effect, and the natives did not catch up. However, it should not be overly careless, and it is not yet out of the scope of indigenous activities. I can only take advantage of the night to continue walking.

Walking at night in Savage Mountain is extremely dangerous, especially if it has just rained and there are swamps everywhere, and if you are not careful, you will fall into it. After barely walking for a few miles, everyone really couldn't hold on, it was too difficult, every time they landed, they would sink their knees, and every time they pulled out their feet, they had to use all their strength. Several times I fell into the quagmire, and although I escaped death, I also consumed all my physical strength.

"Company Commander ......" The little monkey who was walking in front suddenly exclaimed, short and urgent.

"Hold on, I'll save you right away!" The scrivener roared, knelt on one leg in the mud, and quickly untied the equipment on his body.

The others also stopped and split up looking for the thick branches.

"Don't go this way, stay away!" The little monkey roared, its body sinking little by little, the mud reaching its chest, and still devouring the little monkey's body little by little. The swamp is so cruel that once someone falls into it, it will be swallowed up in a few minutes.

"Don't talk, don't move, I'm coming!" The scrivener untied the rope from his body and approached the swamp. Stuck in the swamp, the more the body struggles, the faster it sinks, shouting, breathing, every tiny movement will accelerate the sinking of the body. The little monkey desperately reminds everyone that he is actually hastening his own death.

Whoosh, the scrivener threw the rope over, and the end of the rope was close to the little monkey. "Catch!" The scrivener shouted. It is not real in the dark, and the little monkey's hands are so close to the end of the rope that it is this distance that determines the difference between life and death. No matter how the little monkey struggles, it is always a little bit close. As the body sank down a little bit, the fingers and rope gradually pulled apart.

The scrivener pulled the rope back again, and then threw it away, but it was still a little close. "Hold on!" He started to get anxious, and he really couldn't afford to waste time.

"I'm coming!" Gong Da Niu pulled the rope, slashed a few times in the air, and threw it out.

"Catch ...... It's here......" There was a response.

Several hands grabbed the rope at the same time and pulled it back hard. The rope was pulled straight and tight, but it was not pulled. The scrivener was quickly stopped, and the little monkey was too deep and too hard to use. Several people shouted slogans and slowly exerted force, and finally there was movement, and the rope retreated a few inches. After two meals, the little monkey was finally dragged out.

At this time, the little monkey became a clay figure entirely, except for the head, which was covered in mud. The sweat and sludge on his face were mixed together, and there was not a trace of flesh in sight. If it weren't for the nostrils and panting, it would be hard to tell if it was a person.

"Get water!" The scrivener beckons.

Zhao Yunlai handed over the kettle. The water was sprinkled on the little monkey's face, and finally revealed its flesh color, and its whole face was flushed, and it had not yet recovered from the lack of oxygen. The scrivener picked him up on his back and ordered him to move on. It's already dark, and if you don't find a place to spend the night in time, God knows what trouble you'll encounter.

It was Kong Zhaoqiang who opened the way this time, and several people cautiously moved forward. The sound of muddy water piercing the silence of the night, and occasionally an inexplicable animal was alarmed, running in the bushes. If it's a rabbit, it's fine, but if it's a wolf...... A few people did not dare to be careless, holding their guns and guarding carefully.

The trees are thinning, the swamps are becoming less and less, and luckily we are approaching a high ground. Half an hour later, they finally came to a high slope, where the rocks were full of rocks and sparse trees, and the seven people seemed to have boarded Noah's Ark, lying on the rocks and refusing to get up again. The scrivener reminds everyone to check their bodies first, and don't let leeches take advantage of the loopholes.

The moon was in the sky, and the hazy light shone through the sparse trees on the rocks, glowing with a cold blue and white light. It was pitch black in the depths of the forest, with occasional fluorescent flashes in the distance, whether it was a firefly or an animal's eyes. The weather was very stuffy, and even at night, you could still feel the moisture on the ground surging upward, and the humidity was unbearable.

An unpleasant smell permeated the air and was very uncomfortable. The breeze blew, and the smell was even worse, almost unbearable.

"It stinks!" Gong Daniu complained loudly.

Naturally, the others also smelled it, but they were physically and mentally exhausted and didn't have the energy to complain. After being reminded by Gong Daniu, he felt more and more unbearable. The smell was weird, inexplicable, and suffocating.

"Lao Kong, go take a look." The scrivener said.

"Yes." Kong Zhaoqiang got up, discerned his position, and walked to the other side of the high ground. In the past, this kind of thing was done by little monkeys, but now it can only be replaced temporarily.

"Stay safe."

"Yes." Kong Zhaoqiang agreed and disappeared into the darkness.

Everyone else sat up and waited for news. The night was very quiet, and the sound of Kong Zhaoqiang rubbing the bushes could be heard, from near to far. Later it was inaudible, apparently he was far enough away.

Lu Shuting silently fiddled with the pistol, no matter the occasion, the pistol was always a plaything in his hand. The scrivener is not at ease, and plans to go over and have a look. Rena is going to follow.

"Company commander, there is a situation!" Kong Zhaoqiang's shouts could be heard in the distance.

Well, everyone stood up, guns in hand, and strode forward. The heights were not large, and soon reached the edge of the other end. The smell was even stronger, and the stench reached the nostrils, almost suffocating. A black shadow kept beckoning dozens of meters away, and Kong Zhaoqiang was contacting them. The crowd hurried down the heights.

It is a low-lying area with dense trees, and it is difficult for the moonlight to shine in. It's hard to see in the dark, but it's certain that this is where the smell comes from.

Poof, someone lit a lighter and tried to see what was going on. The flames the size of the beans were not enough to tear through the dark corners, and had no effect. Poof, another lighter lit up, and the two points of light together finally had an effect.

It was a swamp of mud, with puddles of black mud blending in with the night, and it was impossible to see how big it was. The most bizarre thing is that there is no grass growing on this swamp, which is very different from other places. The mud swamps of Savage Mountain are generally overgrown with knee-high weeds, which are easy to identify, but this place is different, and there is no grass growing in the eye.

The strange smell came from here, and the strong smell was suffocating, and several people did not dare to stay for a long time, so they evacuated one after another. Gong Da Niu's feet were tripped over something, and he couldn't see anything clearly, anyway, it was round and slippery. He asked Zhao Yun for a lighter and bent down to see what was going on. A white-flowered, round thing wrapped in silt and difficult to see. He lifted one foot to wipe the mud from it, and finally saw what it was.

"There is a situation!" Gong Daniu said with a little horror.

Lao Gong is notoriously bold, and he can make him exclaim, which shows how unusual things are. Everyone brushed over, and under the beating of the flames, a skull was buried in the mud. It was a human skull, and judging by experience, the skull was apparently not around for a long time, a month or two at most, but the flesh and hair were gone. Since entering the Savage Mountain, they have seen too many corpses, the people in front of them have fallen into the mire, and when the people behind them pass by, they have seen white bones.

Soon someone made a new discovery, and the leg bones, ribs, and skull were scattered in the mud, which was shocking.

This is definitely not a good phenomenon, and it is very likely that it was left behind by comrades-in-arms, which means that someone has fallen again. Everyone felt heavy, as if they had fallen into a bottomless abyss, and there was no hope in sight. Will you really make it out alive? Everyone is wondering, is their fate like the bones here?

The scrivener box took the lead, and everyone silently bowed to the mire three times, and those who died were all heroes and must be worshipped.

Everyone returned to the camp in silence, no one could sleep, and the strange smell wafting over reminded them that there were the bones of their comrades. The night is so vast that there is no light in sight of people's hearts. Savage Mountain, Myanmar, can you really get out alive?

Everyone sat in silence until dawn. A thin mist shrouded the mountains and forests, but fortunately there was no miasma. The scrivener orders Rena and the little monkey to prepare breakfast. Neither of them moved. The scrivener was not reluctant, and in this case there was really no mood for breakfast, even if everyone was hungry.