Seven people and two wounded, so only five backpacks were prepared, and ammunition, food, and medicine were evenly distributed, and anyone who got lost could meet all kinds of necessities as long as the backpack was in hand. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Only a very small part could be taken away, and the rest of the supplies were piled up, and of course they could not be kept by the Japanese, and everyone discussed how to dispose of them. Gong Da Niu advocated blowing it up, along with the bunker and the bunker, so that the little devil died in distress.

The scrivener did not take a position and asked for other people's opinions. Rena has been taking care of the baby monkey in a coma and did not participate in the opinion. Lu Shuting, on the other hand, had been wiping the pistol he was wearing, apparently not interested in the issue. There was only one Kong Zhaoqiang left, and this guy squinted his eyes and stopped talking.

"Lao Kong, if you have anything to say, just say it." The scrivener said.

Kong Zhaoqiang squinted his small eyes, with a thief's eyebrows and rat-eyed expression, "Acting Company Commander, is it a pity to destroy so many delicious canned food for no reason." ”

The scrivener showed a hint of a smile: "Old Kong, what do you mean?" ”

Kong Zhaoqiang made a digging action, and everyone immediately understood, this idea is good. Several people split up and dug several large pits in an area of two or three hundred meters around the bunker, in which all food and medicine were placed and buried with earth. It rains almost every day in Savage Mountain, and a single heavy rain can erase the traces of groundbreaking. The advantage of this is that you have a back hand, and if you can come back one day, the buried food and medicine may come in handy.

The scrivener box allows everyone to make persistent efforts to dig more big pits, this time the distance is relatively close, and they are all within 100 meters of the bunker. It is planned to bury all the ammunition as well. This time it took a long time, because the amount of ammunition is huge, and it is not something that can be solved by a few pits.

After working for most of the day, they finally completed more than 20 pits, but not enough to bury all the ammunition. Everyone was sweating profusely and was more tired than fighting. Gong Da Niu began to have opinions, it is better to blow it up, what to do when the ammunition is buried? Everyone was covered in stinky sweat. Is there still a chance to come back and get it? I have to say that this hope is too slim.

The scrivener box is not reluctant, it can be buried as much as it can, and the rest is piled up in the bunker and blown up.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, all the work was done. Kong Zhaoqiang and Rena carried the little monkey on a simple stretcher, and the scrivener supported Zhao Yunlai, and the task of blowing up the bunker and the dark fort fell on Gong Daniu and Lu Shuting, the two had already placed the ammunition, and the long fuse stretched out of the bunker. When the scrivener and the others went out far enough, the two lit the fuse and quickly ran towards the direction of the large army.

Seven men retreated to safety and stopped to watch. Boom, boom. There were two loud bangs, and the whole earth trembled, and flames rose into the sky, followed by a giant mushroom cloud. Fortunately, the distance is far enough, otherwise the flying stones can kill people.

A few more people watched for a moment, heading due west. Such a loud noise must have alarmed the Japanese troops in other strongholds, and this place should not be left for long. According to the captured map, the base was open to the west, and there was no Japanese garrison, which was conducive to retreat. However, the scrivener also has concerns, to the west is the deepest part of the Savage Mountain, and even the Japanese army does not have a stronghold, so it is difficult to imagine how hard it is.

Without pause, the group waded through a few small rivers, rounded several swamps, and climbed a low hill until nightfall. In addition to Rena, the four gentlemen took turns to carry the little monkey, Gong Daniu was the hardest, he used to look down on the little monkey, thinking that this kid was just a ghost, and he couldn't fight at all. Now that he has taken it, the courage and drive shown by the little monkey are unexpected, and he has to accept it.

It was dark, and a few people camped in the jungle. This time it's not like usual, and all kinds of equipment are available. A brand new tent was set up in the clearing, with a fire lit outside, and an iron pot was set on top of the bonfire, and the pot was steaming hot. It is no longer the boiled frogs and mushrooms in the past, and the beef cubes are boiled into a pot of thick soup with mushrooms, which is full of aroma.

In the evening, everyone enjoyed a sumptuous dinner.

Rena changed the little monkey's medicine, got up and left the tent, and tugged at the corner of the scrivener before going out. The latter understood, got up and followed.

It's so hot outside, there's not a hint of wind, and it looks like it's going to rain. Gong Daniu was standing guard outside with a gun, and Rena bypassed him and walked a long way, as if she had something to say to the scrivener, and she didn't want others to hear it. The scrivener has been following the past.

Rena, leaning against a large tree, gestured at the bookcase, and said something. Soon he understood that she wanted to take a bath, and she had been on the road for so many days, and she was very uncomfortable. Rare calm tonight, there is a small river not far away, just for bathing. In fact, the scrivener and Lu Shuting had already washed in the river, and Rena naturally wouldn't go to join in the fun, but now that everyone had left the river, she wanted to go.

The scrivener understood this very well, and he said that he could give her a sentry, and she smiled brightly, and her blue eyes were full of agility. The two walked side by side to the creek, and the scrivener stood a little farther away, signaling for her to pass. Rena pursed her lips and smiled, and ran happily to the river.

The scrivener sat down against a large tree and looked up at the sky overhead, with dark clouds, no stars, and no moon. I don't know if it's the beginning of the month or the end of the month, but I haven't seen the moon for some days. The sound of rushing water broke the silence of the night, and he involuntarily turned his head to look at the body of a white flower standing on the river. Rena, this woman...... Alas...... The scrivener let out a long sigh, as a soldier, it is a sadness and a kind of luck to be born in this era, but as a woman, it is definitely sad to be born in this era. For example, Rena, if she weren't a soldier, her life would have been a different situation, at least not so bad.

From the bottom of her heart, Rena wanted the scrivener to go to India, because India is the territory of Great Britain, and going to India is equivalent to going to the United Kingdom. Returning home should be Rena's most pressing wish at the moment, even though she hasn't mentioned it once.

I will definitely make it to India alive, for myself and for Rena! The scrivener secretly made up his mind.

A bolt of lightning tore through the night sky, and muffled thunder rolled in the air. The scrivener urges Rena to hurry up, the heavy rain will come at any time. It is estimated that Rena has not taken a bath for a long time and does not want to leave for the time being.

The scrivener is not reluctant, rare quiet, let her feel free to do it once.

Boom, another muffled thunder, and the dark clouds pressed lower. The scrivener finally stood up and looked over the river, "It's time to go back." He shouted in a low voice.

Rena didn't respond, but the sound of the rushing water was gone, and she was probably getting dressed. The scrivener turned his back and waited for her to return. Suddenly, he sensed that something was wrong, and turned around and ran quickly towards the river, where the dark night sky reflected the white and bright river, and there was not half a human figure.

The scrivener is like being in a fantasy world, and everything seems unreal. Instantly relieved again, and yelled at the river: "Rena......"

Wow...... The rainstorm came, drowning out the shouts of the scrivener box and flooding the entire forest. The rain hit the body and soaked it in an instant. The scrivener stood by the river, at the mercy of the wind and rain. The river swelled, drowning the bare feet and drowning the knees.

A figure came running in the rain, stumbling several times and almost slipping in the muddy water. It's Gong Da Niu. "Company commander, what's wrong, hurry back." He urged urgently.

The soul of the scrivener seemed to be sucked away, and he stood motionless in the river. Gong Da Niu didn't have that much patience, so he dragged him to the camp. The rain was like a pillar, and two figures staggered in the rain.

Back in the tent, both turned into water men. The rain ran down the hair on his sideburns, down his face and into his neck, all the way to his bare feet and to the ground.

"Rena is lost." The scrivener said, after a short period of distraction, he had returned to normal at this time, otherwise Gong Daniu might not be able to drag him back.

All eyes were on him, and no one spoke. All have a bad premonition, and if they get lost in Savage Mountain, the possibility of survival is extremely slim.

"Rena is lost, alive, from me." The scrivener spat out a few words from his mouth and spread it out softly on the ground.

There was silence, only the sound of the violent rain remained. Rena lost it, no one believed that she was lost, how could she lose it? Who did this to you? The Savage Mountain is huge, but there are fewer people than birds, who can snatch her away quietly? Someone thought of the beast, but the scrivener box was not far away, and it would not be impossible to hear the movement.

Gong Da Niu silently took off his clothes and baked them on the fire. The dancing flames reflected several still figures. Kong Zhaoqiang asked the scrivener to bake the clothes as well, and the latter sat still.

There was a lasting silence until the rain became lighter. The scrivener lifted the curtain to look at the sky outside, and walked out. Kong Zhaoqiang hurriedly followed, and disappeared into the darkness one after the other. By the small river, the water swelled due to heavy rain. The scrivener stood on the bank of the river, looking at the river in a daze. Kong Zhaoqiang stood not far away, wanting to go over and persuade a few words, but he didn't know what to say.

Suddenly, the scrivener lit up, and he picked up something from the river, and the night shone with a bright white light. A silver bracelet. The scrivener was held in his hand thoughtfully, this bracelet he was familiar with, it was given to Rena by Hasha in the indigenous tribe. Rina had been wearing it on her hand since then, and now it's here. It must have been Rena's violent struggle when she was in danger, and the bracelet broke free.

No, there is a problem! The scrivener stared coldly into the distance. The bracelet will not fall off easily when worn on the wrist, especially this bracelet, which is relatively small, Rena's wrist is more plump than the average Oriental woman, and it will not fall off easily. Unless......

"Lao Kong, let's go back." The scrivener said to Kong Zhaoqiang and strode back to the camp.

Kong Zhaoqiang was a little confused, what was the acting company commander doing, for the sake of this woman, his spirit began to be confused. Inside the tent, the scrivener took off the wet clothes and roasted them on the fire. Still no one spoke, staring blankly at the flames jumping.

After the rain, the sky is clear, and the east is white. The scrivener put on his clothes and silently sorted out his belongings, "Lao Kong, prepare breakfast." ”

Kong Zhaoqiang set up the pot, opened two cans of canned beef and put them in.