The old man seems to have not been so happy in a long time. Seeing Nighthawk's look of eagerness to know the answer, I couldn't have been happier. Maybe he hadn't received respect from people outside the village for a long time, and even his slightly curved figure was a lot taller in a moment.

The old man smiled and said, "Sir, don't worry, you have to talk about this matter slowly." ”

Looking at his unhurried appearance, Nighthawk responded in his heart. Thinking that you still looked like a third grandson just now, and now you will become a storyteller? It's really a bit of a treasure and it starts to sell off.

There's no way, things are in someone's belly, and I'm not a roundworm, so I can go in and find out, wait.

The old man looked calm and relaxed, and he didn't care whether the nighthawk was in a hurry or not, he shook his head and said slowly: "Sir! It's about a day's journey from us. There is a mountain, and there is a hole in the mountain, and there are many people in the cave, and many people don't know what to do. Nighthawk was almost asleep, and he listened to the old man, who did not know what he was saying, and was eager to go up and give him two slaps. Then he poured out all the words in his stomach like a bamboo basket.

However, Nighthawk still resisted this impulse, and reminded the old man with a little anxiety: "Village Chief, my time is tight, if you have anything to say, just pick up the key points." Okay. The old man shook his head and said with a wry smile: "You young people, you are just impatient. It's like my grandson, who went to fish in the river, couldn't wait for the fish to take the bait, and jumped down first. The fish ran away, and my clothes got wet, and I went back and was beaten by my son. As he spoke, he laughed to himself.

Nighthawk was really defeated by this old man, helpless, he still had to know the information. Patiently listened to the old man's chatter.

It is estimated that he was tired of talking, and after talking about something else for a long time, the old man finally brought the topic back again: "That mountain, it's very big, and it may not be able to be completed in one day." Legend has it that it used to be the place where the gods lived, and the locals called it a sacred mountain. "Mount Kinabalu? Is there anything magical about it? Nighthawk asked, frowning.

"We don't know. Legend has it that there is the most precious thing in the world in that mountain, but the old man doesn't know what it is. It's just that the old man of the poison king sent a lot of soldiers to surround the place some time ago, preventing outsiders from approaching, saying that he was going to dig some hole.

No, a lot of young people from the village near the left and a few hundred miles to the left have been picked out. My son was also picked to work for a while, that is, he came back two days ago. "What are they digging?" Nighthawk had a vague feeling that the truth of the matter was about to surface. It will definitely not be a trivial matter for the Poison King to mobilize people from a radius of hundreds of miles to dig a mountain. Could it be another arms warehouse? Or is this what is specially prepared for a nuclear bomb?

"It's not clear. We'll dig a big hole in the mountain. After digging it up, the old man gave the money to the drug king, and let them come back. According to my son, many soldiers went in and started digging on their own, saying that the rest of the matter was kept secret and could not be known to the children. The old man patted the dust on his body and slowly recalled.

"If you don't let people know, you have to use your own people." This made Nighthawk even more suspicious. If it weren't for a shocking secret, how could it be so mysterious. He still has to labor his own soldiers to do these things, and Nighthawk gradually feels that the figure of the nuclear bomb is not too far away from him.

"And how many troops do they have there?" Suddenly, Nighthawk thought of the key question. Although I know that the place is very secret, I can't just run over it so recklessly, I have to know that it is probably not.

The old man thought for a while, and said exactly: "Is this, listen to my doll, anyway, there are a lot of people, thousands of people." They all take turns to stand guard and take turns to work in the cave. The place was surrounded by water. My doll dropped something inside, turned around and tried to get it, but there were people standing guard everywhere and not letting him in. Nighthawk's brow was about to turn into a pimple. Thousands of people, and maybe more. What a concept is the strength of a reinforced regiment. As far as these few people are concerned, they are completely moths to the fire.

"The old man doesn't know what to do, but no matter what he does, it won't get in our way." The old man smiled, looking like he had nothing to do with himself.

Nighthawk was very unimpressed by the old man's mouthful, "Poison King, his old man". How can a drug dealer, maybe not as old as you, be called an old man?

But that's people's right, just shout if you want. Nighthawk hurriedly said goodbye to the old man. He turned around and gathered the team, and according to the direction pointed by the old man, he drove out of the village and walked towards the sacred mountain. He had already made up his mind. Even if it is the Longtan Tiger's Den, he has to find the nuclear bomb. I will not give up until I complete the task.

"Captain, what have you been talking to the old man for a long time? I thought he was related to you, but look at how hot you talk. "The big cow is joking. A scoundrel on his face.

Nighthawk glared at him angrily, thinking that he really couldn't spit out ivory. He stood still and said to everyone, "We have a new mission." "The soldiers, who were already inexplicable about the sudden march, suddenly heard that there was a new mission, and hurriedly came over, their ears were like monkeys, and listened curiously to the arrangements of the nighthawks.

"The old man just said that the poison king is in a mountain more than a day's journey from here. I was building a lot of work, and I didn't know what to dig. A reinforced regiment was also arranged to stand guard around it. I don't think it's a simple thing to make such a big move. Our next target, it is, perhaps, a nuclear bomb there. Nighthawk spoke his mind flatly.

No one objected. Now that Nighthawk has decided, they just have to obey orders. Not to mention that there is a reinforced regiment, even if there is a reinforced division, it can't scare them, these special forces who live on the tip of the knife.

Only Bai Yu's three recruits' bodies trembled inadvertently. They can still remember it clearly. At the time of the first selection, how much of a threat and damage did to themselves to the pursuers of those two regiments. Now that they are facing the real guns, they can't help but feel a little scared in their hearts.

But these thoughts of theirs can only be left in their hearts and slowly recalled. The team has embarked on a new journey, advancing towards the known dangers and unknown mysteries.

Once again, the team was plunged into endless verdant greenery. The team members felt that the trees around them were exactly the same. After a long time, I even thought that I was standing still and did not move forward for half a minute.

If it weren't for the birdsong of black bears and bulls in front of them from time to time, the soldiers marching leisurely would have thought they were in a dream. And this forest is nothing more than a never-ending picture in a fairy tale.

The day's journey is not fast, nor slow. The soldiers marched at a speed of 7 kilometers per hour towards Mount Kinabalu, and night fell, deep dark and quiet. The red sun is rising, and it is the recovery of Wanlai. None of them had a break, and the veteran players didn't care, but Bai Yu and the three of them gradually felt a little unbearable.

Although there were no enemies along the way. But carrying a heavy backpack of dozens of pounds, they traveled for nearly 20 hours without stopping, which was already beyond their load. Even if they have reached the physique of a special soldier. But compared to the veterans, the difference is not half a point.

Suddenly, the sound of "chirping" birdsong came rapidly from the front, and Nighthawk quickly raised his left hand, which was clenched into a fist, to stop the march of the team.

The soldiers were half-crouched on the ground, nervously holding their guns, their eyes looking ahead for a moment. It's been a day's walk, and they're likely to have already reached the Poison King's territory, although there is no trace of the mountain in front of them, and even the sky is covered by a dense jungle. But who knows if the mountain is right in front of you?

Like a cheetah galloping close to the ground, the big bull came to Nighthawk's side with great agility, panting slightly and said, "Captain, ahead." Kindness. There are some situations ahead, you can go and see. Nighthawk was a little surprised, what kind of thing made this man who was not afraid of heaven and earth a little nervous, and his intuition told him that the front was not good.

Nighthawk beckoned, and the three of them stepped forward with Bai Yu. He had kept the three of them with him now. I really don't feel at ease with them.

It didn't go far before the broad back of the black bear appeared under a large tree. Nighthawk stepped forward and looked at the black bear in amazement.

The black bear looked at the people and stopped talking.

Following the black bear's gaze, Nighthawk was surprised to find that this was an uncleaned battlefield. Not far from his feet, a large number of bullet casings lay on the ground, piled up almost like a hill. A heavy machine gun was lazily crooked to the side, with this machine gun as the center, and in a small circle, all the bullet casings were piled up. It is clear that a fierce battle was experienced here.

Looking further afield, there are many feathered arrows stuck in the trees and in the ground. Nighthawk was surprised by this, and pulled out a feathered arrow that had been driven deep into the trunk of the tree. The arrows were extremely sharp, shining with a white cold light, and there was a biting chill at a glance.

"Could it be that the bearers of these modern weapons are fighting against those with cold weapons?" Nighthawk thought incredulously. Throwing away the feather arrow in his hand, he took a few steps forward and picked up a single knife that had fallen to the ground and was buried in the grass, shining with a cold light like an arrow.

The blade is very bright, faintly a little dazzling, I don't know what material is used to make it, it is natural, there is no flaw. After weighing the weight, it wasn't heavy at all. With a knife in his hand, a tree held by a person next to him was broken at the waist. The fracture is neat and smooth.

"It seems that the person with the cold weapon attacked this group of people with guns." Nighthawk frowned deeply, and looked fixedly at the knife in his hand.

"Why are you so sure?" Bai Yu asked puzzled. Nighthawk wasn't there, so how could he have known.

Da Niu snorted disdainfully with his nostrils, and said lightly: "Didn't you see that the bullet casings are all shrunk in this place, obviously defensive." But the arrows were shot from all directions, and Radu was still so long. These men with guns were all wiped out. ”

Bai Yu and the three of them couldn't help but be shocked, and their eyes turned back to the empty battlefield. Only the blackened ground speaks of a past that may have happened.

Nighthawk's heart was heavy, and what did it mean to encounter these things before he got to the place.

"Let's go, get out of here. Hurry up and find your target. With a wave of his hand, Nighthawk quickly left the deserted battlefield with his hesitant soldiers.