The night in the jungle is not quiet, with the howls of various unknown beasts, especially a monkey called the "howler monkey", which roars almost non-stop. It is said that they use their roars to declare their own territory and warn their kind not to approach, but their voices are so loud that they can be heard for several kilometers.

Under the bridge, Bero and Nguyen Van Jun took turns to monitor Mo Rufeng's whereabouts.

Late at night, Bello came back to change Nguyen Van Thuan. "Man, cheer up! Look at the kid. Reminded under the bridge. Nguyen Van Jun answered, yawned and left.

Under the bridge, you have your back against the tree, and you can rest your eyes and recuperate.

On the side of the day, a trace of fish belly white was revealed, Huo Ran stood up under the bridge, woke up Belo, and touched the place where Ruan Wenjun was standing.

Nguyen Van Jun leaned his back against the tree, covered his head with camouflage to resist the attack of mosquitoes, and was asleep!

Hashimoto sighed and woke him up. "How did you get into the army?" Hashimoto asked.

"Oh! My uncle is the chief of staff of the military district, so I went to his unit as a recruit," Nguyen Van Thuan said proudly, "The platoon commander of the recruit bullied me and blackmailed me, and I went to my uncle in anger, guess what?" The next day the order arrived, and I was appointed as the commander of the recruit company! I immediately called the platoon commander and told him to kneel on the ground and beg for mercy! ”

"Your military strategy is really... It's unique! "The morning light is shining, and I can't see the expression on my face under the bridge.

The three of them grabbed their weapons and cautiously approached the tent.

When he was close to five or six meters away from the tent, he saw that there seemed to be some movement in the tent under the bridge, and he was secretly happy in his heart: "Chinese, you can't escape this time!" ”

He was not careless, waved his hand to stop his two companions, and pointed out to them the rope about twenty centimeters above the ground. Cords wrap around the tent with several small bells tied to it. Obviously, whether it is a man or a beast, if it touches the rope when approaching the tent, the bell will ring, which can serve as an alarm to the people in the tent.

The three of them slipped under the rope.

The three of them arrived at the tent unconsciously. Under the bridge, he motioned to himself and Bero to open the tent at the same time with rifles, Ruan Wenjun held the gun, and when Mo Rufeng revealed his body, he had to shoot continuously, and although the electronic bullets poured out would not kill Mo Rufeng, it would definitely make him unable to open his eyes in an instant.

There seemed to be a shadow in the tent that moved. Under the bridge no longer hesitated, shouted, and at the same time as Bero, lifted the tent to the ground.

The moment the tent was lifted, the bridge knew something was wrong. Before he could think, he heard a buzzing sound, and a swarm of bees suddenly rushed in his face!

There was no wind in the tent, there were swarms of bees that had been locked in for an unknown amount of time, and they were already angry!

Without thinking, the three of them turned to flee for their lives, and in their hurry, someone kicked the rope around the tent. Under the bridge, I only felt that something had fallen from the tree and landed on my face, hot and smelly. But he didn't care much, and ran wildly all the way.

It was easy to get rid of the pursuit of the bee colony, and the three of them were exhausted. Looking at the injuries, the faces of the bridge and Belo were stung for an unknown number of times, and the pain was like a pinprick stick, but fortunately, this peak was not a killer bee, and the toxicity was not great, and the two of them could bear it. Ruan Wenjun was stung the most because he couldn't run, his mouth was swollen high, his eyes could barely be opened, and he howled in pain like a pig.

"What is it called! Can't die! This is an ordinary hornet, not a killer bee! "It must be that the hornets returned to the nest when it rained, and the Chinese used tents to deceive us!" He touched the smelly baked thing that had just fallen on his head, "Damn Chinese, use feces to plot against me, what kind of real soldier!" ”

He suddenly stopped and glanced at Belo: "The stool is still hot, he hasn't been gone for long, let's chase again!" ”

"Understood! Your Excellency really deserves to come from a first-class military power, and you can analyze such military-valuable information from a stool! Admire, admire! China's military intelligence work has a long way to go! Berrow said with emotion, I don't know if it was a heartfelt adoration or a deliberate ridicule.

The two of them disappeared into the jungle in a blink of an eye, and they didn't even look at Ruan Wenjun when they left.

Ruan Wenjun howled for a long time, and found that no one answered, so he broke his eyes with his hand, looked around, and saw that there was no one, so he had to press the call button.

At this time, the sky is bright, and the jungle has regained its vitality during the day.

Under the bridge and Bero walked in the jungle for an hour, and the two stopped to eat.

Bero took two bites of the compressed biscuit, glanced under the bridge, and suddenly spit it out.

"Well, there's something I don't know if to talk about or not?" Bero said in a slurred.

"Say!"

"Actually, I'm trying to say, if you don't mind, can you wash the stool on your face first? You know, it affects appetite! "Of course, it may not matter to a well-trained soldier like you, but not to me, I always want to vomit... Oh! ”

Before the words fell, the bridge opened his mouth and vomited wildly. After spitting up, he threw the compressed biscuits on the ground under the bridge and went to the lake to wash his face.

The two of them continued to hurry, and walked for another half hour, when they saw a small tree in front of them, and the bark of the tree had been cut off with a dagger, revealing a white trunk with a note attached to it.

Bero strode under the tree, stretched out his hand to tear the note, but was stopped under the bridge: "Beware of poison!" Look at it this way! ”

The two stood under the tree and read the words on the note.

Mr. Jiro Hashimoshita:

China is a great country, and it has been treated very well since ancient times, and science and technology and culture have been continuously transmitted to your country, why not? The ancients said: "Distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors", if people are like this, so is the country. However, Er and others often harbor bad intentions, often commit the wrath of the sky, harass arbitrarily, take revenge, and anger and resentment, so there is an earthquake first, and then there is a tsunami. **At?

The sages really wanted to save the evil souls such as Er, cherished the ambition of planting lotus in the fire, endured the suffering of the bumpy boat journey, crossed the waves eastward, and wanted to wake up the stubborn stone with the sound of the Buddha with good Dharma and Buddha's voice. However, oranges are born in Huaibei, and their taste is bitter and astringent, so it is a region, and it is not human. The master's hard work was in vain, and it was painful! What a pity!

Mo is like the wind, a boy born in the future, willing to follow the sages, uphold humanity, do not remember past suspicions, and pass on the way of life and death.

The Amazon jungle is very poisonous to insects, and this tree is a nest of insects, so you must not stay under this tree for a long time.

The name of this poisonous insect is: Child-bullet-ant!

The Chinese are like the wind

Bero suddenly felt as if he had been hit by a bullet in his leg, and he screamed and jumped to his feet.

"Run!" He said something under the bridge, turned around and ran.

Bero held back the pain and ran behind the bridge.

After running a few dozen steps, he stopped under the bridge, and broke a branch under the bridge and slapped himself on it. When he saw that Bero was in pain, and that he himself had not been bitten by bullet ants, he couldn't help but secretly rejoice in his heart, and a little gloating. Suddenly, I felt that my crotch was like being hit by a bullet, and the pain was unbearable, so I couldn't help but groan and squatted down.