Polgar spread out the map and quickly found Area 11, deep in the Hucan River Valley, where two rivers meet. Porgar briefly calculated www.biquge.info distance to Area 11, which is 40 kilometers in a straight line. It's not that far. But considering the brutality of Savage Mountain, 40 kilometers is not easy to complete either. In addition, the distance measured on the map is in a straight line, and the actual distance is far more than 40 kilometers to walk around mountains, rivers, and zigzags.

Everyone took a brief look around the map and began to silently calculate the itinerary, today is the 15th, that is to say, there are still a little more than 4 days. According to 80 kilometers, it is necessary to travel no less than 20 kilometers per day. There was optimism in the Allied operational groups, especially among the American soldiers, who did not take the 20-kilometer seriously. They complained that the lieutenant colonel was too impatient, and they knew that this was the case, and it was not too late to sleep in the barracks for two days before hurrying.

The scrivener secretly sneered, and said in his heart that there were a bunch of guys who didn't know the height of the sky. Have you ever been to Savage Mountain? Do you know how dangerous it can be? Wait, there will be a time when you cry dad and call mommy.

Traveling 20 kilometers a day is not a big number, but walking through the scrivener box in Savage Mountain knows the details, and it is not an easy goal to accomplish.

Polgar asked the scrivener to take out the radio and send a telegram to the command: the mission had been received and the march to the designated location had begun.

Mr. Lieutenant Colonel had explained in advance that in order to avoid exposure, the radio should be used as little as possible. Polgar shut down the radio shortly after giving the signal, not expecting a response from Command.

Rumble...... There was a muffled thunderclap. Dense raindrops are falling. The ten people hurriedly took out the raincoats in their respective packages and draped them over their bodies.

The rain soon flooded the world, and dark clouds rolled down from the sky and down to the treetops. It's late afternoon, but it's late at night. Thunderbolts flashed in the air, splitting the clouds and then recovering again. Occasionally, spherical lightning rolls through the woods, bursting into bursts of thunder. A tree was struck, and the flames burst out, which were soon extinguished by the rain.

It is impossible to rush. Ten people huddled under the tree, trembling like chickens. The black Garson still did not forget to curry favor with Karina at this time, and half-arched himself to protect Karina from the rain.

Rumble...... A ball of lightning exploded a few dozen meters away. Garson shrunk his neck in fright, and sat on the muddy floor and couldn't get up again.

The scrivener is secretly funny, this Garson is too timid, and it is difficult to understand how he passed all the way to the end.

The rain crackled for more than half an hour before it gradually stopped. It didn't take long for the sun to break through the clouds and reveal a corner. After the rain, the Savage Mountain is vast and wet, and most of the feet are not in the mud with every step. It's still a relatively easy place to walk, not to mention those swamps and mountains, which can either swallow people whole, or landslides and boulders roll, and the difficulty of marching can be imagined.

Polgar obviously underestimated the difficulties, and suggested that everyone rest for half a day and hurry early tomorrow morning, when the rain will evaporate and the road will be much easier.

The scrivener is secretly funny, after all, the heart is a woman, with long hair and short knowledge, do you really know Savage Mountain? I'm still on my way tomorrow morning, waiting for the rain to evaporate, which day won't rain in the rainy season in Savage Mountain? What a joke!

"Captain Polga, I suggest that you hurry now, there is not a day in the rainy season of Savage Mountain that does not rain, and if you delay, I am afraid that you will not be able to reach the designated location before the 20th." The scrivener had to express his opinion, because it was related to whether the entire battle plan could be completed.

Polgar glanced at the scrivener and fell into deep thought, she had to consider the words of this Chinese soldier. "Dai, why do you Chinese soldiers call the Hukang River Valley Savage Mountain?"

The scrivener didn't understand why the other party asked such a sentence, but still patiently replied: "Savage Mountain is not our Chinese term, but the name of the local people in Myanmar." The Burmese word for Hukang Valley means where the devil lives, and no one has been able to cross it since ancient times. ”

"Cut ......" Some American soldiers looked disdainful and insisted on resting for half a day before leaving tomorrow.

The scrivener insisted on refusing, and resting was a waste of time, leaving them only four days, which was not sufficient. If you catch up with the heavy rain, you will definitely make a mistake.

"Dai, you have repeatedly insisted on your own opinions, how sure are you? Have you ever been to Savage Mountain? Polgar asked.

"I've been here, and I've died for a lifetime." The scrivener replied.

Polgar is a smart man, the uninformed have no right to speak, and the scrivener has really been to Savage Mountain, and he has the most right to speak. In that case, let's go!

Ten people straightened up their equipment and headed for the designated place. The journey can only be described as hard, or the word "hard" is not enough. The soil of Savage Mountain is unusually soft, leaving a deep mark with every step on it, and the high forest and dense bushes make it feel like walking in hell. The occasional swamps brought great danger to the march.

After walking less than half a kilometer, some people began to shout that they were tired and sat down under the big trees to rest. There is also a constant whining in his mouth, obviously aimed at the scrivener.

The scrivener didn't bother to pay attention to them, and lowered his head to let Gao Li look at his neck, whether there was something. Gao Li didn't understand what could be on his neck, but he did it anyway. Soon his eyes widened, and there was a worm on the old man's neck, which was blood-red and about the same thickness as a little thumb.

"Old generation, there's really something!" Gao Li said to the scrivener box in surprise.

"yes, I see." The scrivener is calm, as if there is a premonition. "By the way, don't pull it out with your hands, use your hands to slap the side of the bug and shake it down." He added.

Gao Li didn't know what the scrivener box meant, but he still did it, and patted the scrivener on the neck. This strange move attracted a lot of people to look around the scrivener. The blood-red bugs are very eye-catching, about the length of a little finger, and the thickness has grown to be thicker than chopsticks.

"Ah......h

"God......

"Oh my God, what did I see!"

The American soldiers exclaimed. They had never seen this strange bug before, but it was definitely dangerous. It seems to be specially sucking people's blood, and after a while, the stomach is already swollen.

Under Gao Li's continuous patting, the bugs finally fell off the skin on the neck of the scrivener. As if it was fine, the old generation reached out and picked up the insect that fell on the ground and put it in the palm of his hand. "Don't be surprised, it's a kind of leech, a species unique to Savage Mountain." As he spoke, he slapped his palms hard, and his palms were red, and the leeches were slapped into meat puree.

Yes...... Another exclamation.