Compared to other things, gunpowder is the most worrying one.

Remember? I used to be very worried about whether this hidden little cave would be discovered by other white robes, and even told him in my "will" to the lame man that he must find this cave and throw the boxes inside into the sea.

But when I went back to look for the entrance to the cave, I found that in the past nine years, the radius of the cave entrance has been crowded with weeds half a person high.

Wild grasses grew at will, and thorny vines climbed from the bottom to the top of the cave and from the outside to the inside, and if it weren't for my deliberate search, no one would have guessed that there would be a place where treasures could be hidden.

They were still lying there in boxes, in the shade, the surface of the wooden boxes was already covered with moss, and some even grew a lot of fungi, but the gunpowder was intact, in fact, even if they returned to moisture, it was not a big problem, because I needed the gunpowder to be not detonated, but ignited.

The matter of the kite is relatively complicated, the Sichuan girl is not there, she must protect the last breeding rabbit herd of those tribes from being disturbed, which is a matter of life and death for the entire tribe.

I didn't recall her, but just took her female hemp slaves and told them what I thought, in fact what I wanted was not a kite, but something more like a paraglider, and only in this way could I control its direction by crossing the oil hemp rope, and as for whether the strength and toughness of these hemp ropes can withstand the wind from forty or fifty meters in the sky, let it be fate.

Of course, I also thought about making people afraid to go up near the top of the tree and throw the container with gunpowder into the canopy, but you know, the canopy is not safe, and in order to reach the top of the tree, this person needs to climb a distance of almost thirty or fifty meters, and I don't want to risk this and ruin morale.

After all, the people inside are people, and the lives of these white-robed people outside are also human lives, and in the final analysis, they (she) are all my people and my people.

When a short-haired woman ...... Well, she already has a new name given by the bald man, Erya.

When Erya appeared in front of me in a gray uniform, tearing off her sleeves and cutting off her calves and pants like a bald man, I knew two things:

1. My tribe has another middle class above the white-robed ones;

Second, this bald grandson stole my things again!

The team consisted of seven people.

Naturally, I don't have to say it to the bald man, Erya took the initiative to join the team, the reason is that she will be where her man is, looking at the greasy and crooked strength of this flat-chested girl to the bald man, frankly speaking, God knows what virtue this bald thief has accumulated in his last life.

But I don't envy it, because the Qi girl next to me is better than this aspect, and she naturally appeared in the team, and the blind man naturally followed behind me, and he didn't even need my mobilization, you know, the blind man is very timid, and I have never seen him take the initiative to take an adventure.

And the other two women left of the hunters were also pulled in by me, and in terms of skill, even if they were the weakest two of the hunters, they were a hundred times stronger than the old and young men of my tribe.

The bald man originally asked me to bring more men, but no one knew better than me that this matter, there were too many people to fart, and in case of danger, seven people died, and seventy people also died.

As for the direction of pathfinding......

I've been on this island for nine years, and I've been bald for two or three years, and we've never seen a cluster of trees stretching out like wings on either side in any wilderness, and the only place we have never explored is the "Forest of Death."

Remember? When Sister Chuan first arrived at me, she just followed the wayfinder of the demon girl tribe and broke into there by mistake, and a few companions evaporated in minutes.

In order to prevent such a tragedy from befalling us, I looted almost every weapon in the tribe that could fight, but alas, the hematite spear I made for the old stonemason had not yet been baked, well, in fact, the old stonemason did not know how to make molds for this long, thin, and straight thing.

I also wondered if I should take those spotted wolves with me, after all, these beasts have been domesticated for a year, and their wildness has receiveled a lot, but when I saw them in the pit for a piece of fresh fish, even their companions were bitten into the flesh, I gave up this unrealistic idea, domesticating these beasts is not something that can be done in a few years, or even decades.

The metal hoes we had produced earlier came in handy, they were much sharper than wooden knives, and the seven of us doubled our speed in the dense forest on the outskirts of the Dryad Forest, and in almost an afternoon we had penetrated a few dozen meters into the heart of the Death Forest.

The shortcomings of the team were the Ginu and the blind man, and the other five were well aware of this, so we followed what Napoleon once said: let the man of culture and children walk in the middle of the line.

I also attached a command: at all times, you must not make a sound, and you must not even step on a branch when you walk.

It's not that this is too cautious, but because the other five people, including me, obviously did the same, in the past three years, the three hunters naturally needless to say, and the bald man and I, even if we have experienced many desperate situations in life and death, I believe that even a certain imperialist marine, in the jungle may not have the combat effectiveness and tacit understanding that I and him have run-in.

At the beginning of the moon, seven people covered in mud and soot crawled under a ravine, which according to daytime observations showed many similarities with the tattoo on the back of the bald man, but of course, there were differences, such as the outward extension of the "wings" on the tattoo that were much larger than the curve in front of them.

But I decided to observe what the night would look like in order to be "just in case".

I have simply experienced the dense and towering forest of the dryads, but looking at what I originally called the dense "forest of death", it seems a little ordinary, maybe this is the experience of the battlefield, the experience of survival.

I looked at the moon in the sky, and the terrain was really peculiar, and I could almost conclude that this was not the place the tattoo said it was, because the moon was clearly too close to the trees, not above our heads.

In other words, within two hours, it would be completely submerged on the other side of the forest, the same scene we had seen earlier on the edge of the Dryad Forest.

But then, all of a sudden, something wet clung to the ground, slid down my waist and down my thighs, and it felt greasy.

We didn't have torches, and the light depended entirely on the faint moonlight cast through the trees, and I thought it was raining, but I thought it was a little bizarre, you know, the islands of this oceanic climate, either it didn't rain, or it would rain or it would be a gust of wind, and now, there was not a trace of wind around at all.

The water was poured down from the top of the ditch, but not from the top of my head, and the droplets hit a stone not far away and splashed onto me.

There was a drop of almost five or six meters between the deep gully and the surface, and I was even more sure that it was not rain, because the rain would not sink into one place and only tilt in one place.

A few people, you look at me, I look at you, no one made a sound, and no one moved.

It wasn't until a smell of urine poured into my nostrils that I realized, it's urine! There's someone on top of us!