The scrivener slung the spear on his back and took a few steps to crouch next to the corpse. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info military uniform is really weird, the style is similar to the Japanese bushido kimono, only more capable, and the green of the whole body is for better camouflage. The deceased was killed by a headshot, his facial features were crippled, his flesh and blood were blurred, and he couldn't see his face clearly. A metal military badge on his chest aroused the interest of the scrivener, and he reached out to take it off and look at it carefully.

The gold medallion is exquisite, and of course it may be gold-plated, but the workmanship is really exquisite, and every detail is handled very well. The medallion is engraved with an embossed pattern, which is not in Japanese and does not look like any other script. The blood stained most of the military medals red, but it still couldn't hide the golden brilliance.

The scrivener box is inconvenient to study deeply, and put the military badge in the pocket. More than a dozen rounds of ammunition were found from the corpse, all of which were put in his pocket. The food he most hoped to find was not found, and he was a little disappointed, didn't the ninja killer eat?

The scrivener leaned against the big tree and looked up at the sky, but in fact, the leaves were very tightly blocked, and not a single star could be seen. His mind was not on the stars, and he began to think about what to do next. There were so many shots fired in this place, and the silence of the night was harsh, and it had already attracted everyone's attention. I'm afraid it's not appropriate to go up the mountain from here. He decided to change his course and walk sideways from here, winding around the back of the mountain.

The scrivener carried the spear behind his back, and with Colt in one hand, he walked slowly. Although the sniper rifle has high shooting accuracy, it is difficult to use at night, which is basically equivalent to scrap metal, and it is not as good as Colt.

It was already deep at night, and the mountains fell into a deep sleep. Suddenly, continuous gunfire rang out at the bottom of the mountain, it was the sound of the Garland machine gun, and Jiang Hu was firing to block the Japanese soldiers who tried to go up the mountain. Sporadic gunfire rang out in other places, and Polgar, Li Keji, and Gao Li were already lurking in place and began to fight back. The night was destined to be a sleepless night.

The scrivener ignored the gunshots and walked on his own, as if nothing had anything to do with him. Walking and stopping along the way, I can't tell where there is an ambush, and the old generation doesn't dare to walk around too casually. After a short walk, you have to stop and watch, make sure there is no ambush before moving forward. It took most of the night to turn to the back mountain.

When I really turned to the back mountain, I found that this was a Jedi, the mountain was getting steeper and steeper, and the side of the peak was a slope, and this side was almost vertical. The black hole under his feet could not see the bottom, and he had to climb the trees with both hands and move forward, and if he was not careful, he would fall into the abyss.

The scrivener rested against a big tree, and the night passed like this, and the body fell into a fatigue point and needed to rest. The Great War is imminent, and it is necessary to have enough energy to deal with the Japanese killers.

The strength of the ninja killer has an intuitive experience, it is really too strong, and it is definitely a strong opponent. It is no wonder that the Allied high-level selected a ten-person detachment after thousands of selections, and ordinary soldiers came in vain, only as cannon fodder.

The scrivener just took a short nap, and dawn crept in. A thin layer of fog envelops the mountains, which increases over time, peaking at sunrise and then beginning to fade away around noon. This is the case every day in the Savage Mountains during the rainy season, with few exceptions. The scrivener box has been crawling and rolling in Savage Mountain for many days, so I naturally understand this. The fog will become a variable that will determine the course of Armageddon between us and our enemies.

While the fog was still relatively small, the scrivener continued to crawl up the steep hillside. It can only be described as crawling, the slope of the mountain is so steep that it is almost vertical, the fog under the feet is thick and you can't see the bottom, and the top of your head is also a fog and you can't see the top. Due to the lack of rain and soil, the trees on the hillside are sparse, and there are few towering trees, more shrubs.

The scrivener crawled forward clutching at the bushes, resting his feet either on the bushes or on the raised rocks, for fear of accidentally falling off the cliff. It took a long time, but it was more than a hundred meters away. The mountains ahead are steeper, and the trees are more sparse, not to mention that people can't walk, even a monkey may not be able to cross it.

The scrivener was cold for a while, there was a dead end ahead, could it be that you had to go back? The fog was thicker, and visibility was less than fifty meters. The scrivener crouched in a daze in a cluster of bushes, thinking about what to do next. He looked up and saw that the bushes were clustered next to each other, stretching to the top of the mountain, perhaps a shortcut up the mountain. He mustered his spirits and climbed up the bushes and raised rocks.

Suddenly there was a faint sound of fighting overhead, very subtle, but it could still be captured. There's someone up there! The scrivener can't help but speed up the frequency of rock climbing. Whoosh, a wooden stick fell overhead and slashed across the scrivener. The old generation was taken aback, could it be that he was discovered by the people above? But it's not like they can't see them, how can they see themselves, their eyes are so good? On second thought, it should have been unintentionally thrown during the fight. He didn't bother anymore and continued to climb the mountain.

About 20 meters up, a vague line appeared above the head, lying across the hillside, and there was no end in sight in the fog.

What's that? The scrivener tilted his head and looked closely, but he couldn't see it clearly. At this time, another wooden stick fell from the top of his head, quite far from the scrivener, and it should have fallen during the fight.

The scrivener secretly wondered, who was fighting with whom, and even the wooden sticks were used, were they all from the Shaolin Temple? He steadied himself and climbed up again. After about ten meters, I finally saw that there was an ancient plank road on the mountainside, all of which were wooden structures, and thick wooden sticks were inserted into the rocks to form the support of the plank road, and some slightly smaller wooden sticks were thrown on it to form the bridge deck and railing. Due to its age, the plank road has been dilapidated, and some places are crumbling and will collapse at any time.

There are two people fighting fiercely on the plank road, and the fog is blurry and unreal. Due to the fierce fighting, the railings made of logs were occasionally knocked down, and one fell right next to the scrivener.

Although the distance is not very far, it is blocked by fog, and it is still difficult to see. The scrivener had to climb up again, and suddenly he stopped, squinting deeply at a certain part of his head. There was a person hidden there, just in the bushes below the plank road, almost clinging to the plank road floor, and he could jump on the plank road when he turned over.

What is he doing? The scrivener stared at the people under the plank road with deep eyes. Soon he recognized it, it turned out to be an acquaintance, he was still alive, and it was definitely a big surprise that he appeared here.

This person is none other than Bhasin, Bhasin who disappeared all night. I have to admire the tenacity of this guy's vitality, not only did he not die, but he also appeared here.