The dark green carpet, from the foot of the mountain to the clouds, after the dense white mist, is the peak of the mountain, this peak on three sides are five thousand blades up and down the stone wall, only the east, there is a small road carved out on the stone wall, steep slope, like a sheep's intestines, winding upward. About twenty miles away from the exit of the trail, there is a small village, which looks like fifty or sixty households. Perhaps the village is too isolated, so it has escaped the invasion of severe illness and still maintains its original appearance.

At this moment, it is the restaurant, every house, there is curling smoke, on the village road, although there are occasional villagers passing by, but they do not show these sudden new faces, the unexpected surprise, vigilance, may have been used to it.

Wei Yilin and the others marched on the dirt road that was only five people wide, accompanied by a "clang" and "clang" sounds, but it was not them who were handcuffed by the chains, but the group that planned to ambush them. And the identity of Wei Yilin and others is "guest guests". They were led by three soldiers who were also dressed in training uniforms and armed with assault rifles. One of them, an officer with a thick silver bar glued to his collar, was, in his words, now going to take them to "change the way."

However, Wei Yilin still kept an eye on it, and asked Qin Tianwu and Xiao Tian to hide with Bai Yunlian and Wu Nanrong, who had never shown up, just in case.

"Sir, there are rules that guns can't be carried." The leading officer stood at the end of the village, and to his right was a vacant house, in front of which was a desk with a black cover, which was presumably used for registration.

"Oh." Wei Yilin didn't answer until the officer opened his mouth to remind him, and then took the submachine gun off his shoulder, although he still didn't believe in these people very much, but after all, the other party was still their robe in name, and now it was on other people's territory, if there was a misunderstanding for this, it would be more than worth the loss.

"Hey, it's the end of the village, where are you going?"

Seeing that Wei Yilin had already expressed his cooperation, the officer's attitude was also better: "Oh, the camp is in the mountains, don't disturb the people." ”

"That's strange, since the camp is in the mountains, why don't we just exchange guns at the camp gate? Why stay in the village? ”

"This is the entrance to the camp." The officer pointed to the trampled yellow mud road that stretched from the end of the village to the mountain, and explained, "Sir, if you are not at ease, you can leave two people here to watch. ”

"Okay, Qiao Wu, you stay." Wei Yilin is also refreshing and straightforward, so that Meng Zhuofan is the only one left with him, and Xie Lingguang, who has always been Wei Yilin's last hole card, has been missing since the bridge and when the two groups of people met.

"It doesn't have to be, does it?" Looking at the black strip of cloth in the officer's hand, Wei Yilin said half-jokingly, half-seriously.

"Please forgive me, sir, under this terrible illness, people's hearts have changed, and we can live until now, all because of care." The officer patiently explained.

Wei Yilin didn't say anything, his hand pulled, and the blindfold was tightened. After a while, the three officers began to guide them up the mountain, the mountain road was more rugged than expected, there were several sections, the two even needed someone to support them, in order to move forward, Wei Yilin had been drawing a map in his heart, but after a while, he found that the officer was taking them around the road, when they first set off, they were going east, about fifty steps, turned south, went up a slope of about ten steps, and then turned to the east, walked forty steps, then went downhill, then turned north, after walking sixty or seventy steps, and went westward.

After repeating this three times, Wei Yilin concluded that they had been near the entrance of the village, and at most they had walked a hundred or so steps east. Finally, it seemed that enough had been detoured, and the road under my feet began to be an oblique straight line, only slightly bumpy. After about a quarter of an hour's effort, the officer asked the three of them to take off the blindfold, but what was revealed in front of them was not the imaginary dark green military tent barracks. It is a stone staircase that only one person passes, and the height of the stone staircase is up and down seven or eight meters, and the slope is close to ninety degrees. No wonder the officers asked them to take off the blindfold - because this road, blindfolded, can't go up at all!

Fortunately, several of them were neat soldiers, and they climbed up in three or two, and there was a slightly wider mountain road above, which seemed to be carved out along the mountain, with a raised craggy cliff on the right and a cliff on the left, and there were no protective measures such as railings. It's not so much a road as it is a "bulge" of the mountain, except that it's wider and smoother than the rest of the mountain.

After walking along this road for about ten meters, a shadow suddenly appeared above my head, and when I looked closely, it turned out to be a rattan bridge. The rattan bridge is made of mountain grape vines, and the main body is two long ropes with a diameter of five centimeters, under which hangs an oblong net made of rattan weaving, and a thick wooden plank is threaded into the bottom of the net to serve as a bridge deck for people to walk on. The whole bridge was tightly tied, and a third of it was driven into thick wooden piles in the rocks. It is said that these fixed woods can be immortalized for thousands of years.

The next journey, is a mountain road, a section of rattan bridge, straight to a few people sweating, panting, this road, see the end, Wei Yilin fixed his eyes, I don't know when, the clouds have receded to the foot, look around, all white sea of clouds, and dark black mountain tops. In front of him, there was a dense forest, and in the dense forest, there were faintly different black shadows, and behind these black shadows were several square buildings, short but sturdy.

Wei Yilin was about to walk forward, but unexpectedly, there was a "whoosh" in front of him, and suddenly a one-foot-high wall of fire suddenly rose, and the heat wave of the wall of fire "rubbed" towards Wei Yilin's face, forcing him to involuntarily take a step back, and asked the officer next to him with an unfriendly expression: "What does this mean?" ”

Unexpectedly, the officer gracefully stretched out his hand: "This is my tradition, sir, please." ”

In Wei Yilin's memory, I am afraid that only elite special forces dare to play like this when they welcome recruits and "kick out the hall" of their peers. And other troops, even the 10 divisions of the Youth Army, when recruits enlist and receive their peers, they are all decent, and they will never perform this "green forest" ceremony. So, Wei Yilin asked quietly: "Oh? It's not like I haven't seen this welcome ceremony, but dare to ask your number? ”

"Sir, after the wall of fire, everything will be known." The officer said, took two steps back, jumped for life, flashed from the tip of the flame, and after landing lightly, he looked at Wei Yilin with a smile on his face, this expression revealed a faint taste of contempt. After all, the army is a competitive place, and to win the respect of others, you must not only have the material, but also have the courage, otherwise you will not be able to control people by relying on just a black plum.

"You stay here." Wei Yilin instructed Meng Zhuofan behind him, and in his heart, he was becoming more and more interested in the owner of the house in the forest.

"Sir......" Meng Zhuofan hesitated.

"Don't worry, it's okay." Wei Yilin said, kicked his feet, his body rose into the air like a swallow, elegantly crossed the wall of fire, and then landed gently, not even the soil shook much, for a person who has experienced a rain of bullets, this small wall of fire really can't enter Wei Yilin's eyes.

"Good skills." The officer said, although he was not stingy with praise, but his eyes did not become more respectful, and he estimated that the status of this wall of fire in his heart was not much different from that in Wei Yilin's heart-skipping it, it was only qualified.

Wei Yilin thought that he had crossed the wall of fire and there were swords and guns, but it was a smooth journey, and he didn't want to go too far because he was the owner of the woods - after all, it was his fellow travelers, not the pile of Nanguan prisoners at the bottom of the mountain. Under the guidance of the officer, he soon arrived in front of the bungalow, checked his identity, and after searching behind him, the guards put the two of them in, Wei Yilin glanced at the color of the guard's collar badge - wind red, this is the symbol of the gendarmerie, and it is special enough to estimate the identity of the owner of this house.

Regarding the image of this commander, Wei Yilin has made a lot of conjectures, thick eyebrows and big eyes, a tiger's back and a bear's waist, and a gangster man? A well-dressed, handsome, and well-spoken Confucian general? Or is it an eclectic of the first two with a mediocre appearance, a medium build, and dark skin? Sitting behind the cramped desk was a six-foot-tall man with a head full of silver needles, a slightly hooked nose, and a slightly hunched back.

"Commander." The officer stood up straight, saluted a standard military salute, and looked at the man's eyes, and there was no trace of contempt, but very respect.

The officer raised his head from the case, and saw that there was a stranger behind the officer, so he stood up, first saluted the officer, and then fell on Wei Yilin. And Wei Yilin's gaze also happened to fall on him, and it was only now that Wei Yilin discovered that at the end of this man's right sleeve, which had been hanging down, what was sticking out was not a meat hand, but a black and sharp iron hook!

No wonder the man returned the salute with his left hand, it turned out that his right arm had been amputated recently, presumably a war wound, or was bitten by an infected person, and the strong man had to cut off his arm. After being bitten by an infected person, the tissue near the wound can be quickly removed to avoid infection, which has been confirmed by the medical community in various countries. But if it is the former, then this unit should have just been withdrawn from the battlefield in Vietnam - after all, if the limbs were amputated before the full-scale outbreak of the disease, then this person would definitely retire or retire, and it would never be possible to continue to serve as the head of the army.

The officer introduced the two, and Wei Yilin knew that the old officer who was standing in front of him was on the same level as Jia Zhongquan, and his title was the commander of Jinsang martial law, but the military strength under his command was that of a field unit - the 232nd Regiment of the 59th Division. Although this regiment is not necessarily the only one in the division that remains fully manned, if it is compared with the Ren'an garrison, there is no doubt that Jia Zhongquan is a group of real rabble. The so-called, the same level is not the same life, that's the case, right?

Then, the officer told the story from beginning to end from the time he set up a pocket formation and prepared to capture the group of immune, to the discovery of Wei Yilin and others. However, he never mentioned the word "immunized", and I don't know if he didn't know it, or if he deliberately concealed it.

The old regiment commander praised a few words, and then sent the officer away, and in the huge room, only Wei Yilin and the old regiment commander were left. This room, about 100 square meters, has a thin wall in the middle, which divides it into two, and behind the thin wall, there is a sound of "dripping and dadada". On the thin wall, there is a wooden door for the two rooms to move around. And in the house where the two of them were, the most conspicuous thing was the giant map behind the old commander, which was a real military map, not only covering the Lianghe River and Jianling, but also the corner of Vietnam and the northern part of Gongbang.

Wei Yilin suddenly felt that his body was cold, and he hurriedly withdrew his gaze from the wall, but found that the old leader's eagle-like gaze was falling on his shoulders, although he was "engraved" with a kind smile, but in his eyes, there was still an uncontrollable rebelliousness.