Underneath the helmet were a pair of giant golden eyes, which emitted two cold and fierce golden lights, which seemed to be even more dazzling than the tactical spotlights on my mountaineering helmet.

The lightning-like gaze met me, and I was horrified in my heart, these eyes really made people fly all over the sky, and they rolled on the ground, but they were by no means zombies that American pilots became.

At that moment, time seemed to slow down suddenly, and the lights flickered in the darkness, and although I didn't make out the eyes of what it was, I could see that it was a rare giant bird of prey. It had half a green tree lizard in its crooked beak and another bloody half at its feet, probably as it flew in through a hole at the other end of the cabin, hiding in it and enjoying a feast, but I was disturbed by it. The strange knock signal must have been sent by it pecking at the tree lizard.

Before I could come back to my senses and take a closer look, the owner of the huge golden eyes rushed out of the cabin and rushed straight to my front door. Shirley Yang was beside him, although he didn't see what was going on, when he suddenly saw a black mass rushing out of the cabin, and hurriedly pushed me hard.

I also reacted at this moment, and jumped backwards with the force of this push, but I didn't think that I could not see my feet clearly, stepped on the air, and fell straight down from the tree, and was suspended by the preset safety rope on the waist of the tree.

A large mass of brown cloth, enveloped in two golden rays of light, swept over my head like a gust of wind, and the great bird of prey swooped into the air, spread its wings, and slid silently into the night.

When I saw the big bird fly away, my heart fell to the ground again, and I used a pickaxe to hang on to the vines of the old banyan tree, and climbed back to the canopy. Shirley Young stretched out his hand and pulled me up, and said to me, "God forbid, it's good that you didn't have any accidents, did you see what kind of ferocious bird it was?" It's so huge, and it's really rare. ”

I climbed back into the canopy to catch my breath and said to Shirley Young, "I didn't see clearly, but I just saw that the eyes looked like eagle owls." This kind of forest is still active at night, and it is also a powerful eagle owl, with a sharp beak and sharp claws, I have seen it in the northeast, and a claw can go down and scratch off a large piece of the black blind man's skin. If I get pounced on it, I should be glorious. ”

Shirley Yang said: "It turned out to be that kind of big owl, they like to set up their nests on the cliffs, how did they get into this cabin?" Are you sure you're not hurt? ”

I said to Shirley Young, "I really didn't hurt, I didn't touch a single hair." There may be a big hole in the back of the cabin, which we didn't see, and the eagle owl may have gone in from there to catch the little tree lizard. Wild mice, hares, hedgehogs, snakes, there is nothing it does not eat, and it is enough to eat dozens of them this night. The knock signals we heard were the sounds of eagle owls pecking at tree lizards, and you were clever enough to complicate simple questions, but you said what Morse communication code was, which made us feel a little more frightened. ”

Shirley Young said to me, "It really sounded like a cipher code...... Okay, even if it's my mistake, you don't have to pay attention to it, wait until I get back in the cabin and see what else is there. ”

I knew that with Shirley Young's character, since he had seen the wreckage of a U.S. Air Force plane here, he would have to turn it over, bury the body of the dead pilot, and then read her Bible with it, and then he would not give up, and he would not stop her. I have a positive attitude towards this, after all, these old Americans came to help fight Japan during World War II, and although they certainly have the purpose of their own interests in terms of strategy, in any case, they can be regarded as sacrificing in China, and it is natural to bury their bodies and notify their government when they go back.

The fat man listened to the mess under the tree, and couldn't help but open his voice again and ask loudly, "Have you found anything valuable?" Do you want me to go up and help? As he spoke, without waiting for me to agree, he rolled up his sleeves and climbed up with his rifle on his back.

I asked the fat man with a look of amazement, "Don't you have a fear of heights?" Why did you suddenly dare to climb a tree again? Isn't there a tendon that is wrong? ”

The fat man said: "Bullshit, I can't see the height at all in the dark at night, and how can I miss me from picking up the ocean, so where is the plane?" ”

I said to the fat man, "You better be careful, clumsy and clumsy like a bear, it's not a joke to be in such a tall tree, first fix it with a safety belt." Also, stay away from me, you can't crush the branches of the tree so heavy? I almost fell just now. ”

After I finished instructing the fat man, I looked back and saw that Shirley Yang had already gone up to the top of the hole in the cabin, and was about to go down, I hurried over to replace her, but found that the space for the breach was limited, and only she could barely get in.

In order to get into the cabin, Shirley Yang took off the carrying bag and extra things on her body, including the King Kong umbrella that she was inseparable from, and then carefully illuminated the depths of the cabin with a wolf's eye flashlight, and made sure that there were no more animals, so she held the gap with both hands and went down into the wreckage of the cabin.

I watched from the outside, and I asked her, "Are there any American bones in there?" If you do, you tie it up with a rope and we'll pull it up. ”

I only heard Shirley Yang reply inside: "No, the nose of the plane has been flattened, there are no bodies in the cockpit, only two flight helmets, maybe they both parachuted out before the plane crashed." ”

I said to Shirley Yang, "If you don't have it, come up quickly, I feel that these two old trees are trembling, and I am afraid that they will not be able to bear the weight of this lot, and they may break at any time." ”

Shirley Yang didn't answer immediately, only to see her rummaging through a mess of things in the cabin, and after a long while, she said: "I think there are a few boxes of weapons and ammunition, I'll see if there are any that can be used...... We are very lucky, there is a small part that is still very complete, I can't imagine that it has been more than 40 years......"

The fat man and I were very excited when we heard that there was ammunition in it, and we met so many fierce beasts before we entered the Worm Valley, and we only hated that we didn't get sharper weapons before entering the mountain, the kind of air guns that hit steel balls were really useless in the forest, and firearms that could not form sustained firepower could kill people to death. Although the American-style equipment in the cabin of the transport plane is old, it is a hundred times better than going into the mountains with a shotgun.

I just wanted to ask what guns there were, but suddenly I felt that something was not quite right behind me, this forest from top to bottom, I never felt the wind, but at this time there was a trace of yin wind blowing, although the wind was silent, after all, I still noticed it. Out of instinct, I immediately pressed the coiled spring of the handle of the vajra umbrella and propped it back to cover the space behind me.

This King Kong umbrella is an antiquity hundreds of years ago, made of 100 refined steel mixed with rare metals, even if you take a chainsaw to cut it, it is only a slight white mark, in the hands of the past generations of gold captains, I don't know how many ancient tombs in the hidden weapons of the tomb, it can be said that this is the most practical value of the gold captains handed down.

I only heard a few chirps, as if a few steel knives had slashed on the umbrella, and the fat man on the opposite side pointed behind me and shouted: "I'm cāo, such a big night owl!" "Raise the air gun and aim and shoot.

Only then did I know that the eagle owl's claws had caught the vajra umbrella just now, and it had come back to sneak attack. I can't imagine that this beast is so vindictive, if it weren't for my quick reaction and the protection of the King Kong umbrella, if I was caught by it, I would inevitably have my skin and flesh open.

At the same time, the fat man's gun rang out, and although the eagle owl's body was large, its movements in the air were as erratic as a ghost, and it was dark, and the fat man's shot didn't hit it.

The fat man rarely misses a shot, and he can't help but get agitated, and he scratches and pulls on his body with his hands, shouting that he has forgotten to bring steel balls, and he doesn't have the 64 style with him, so he has to reverse the "sword power" and raise it as a burning stick, in case the eagle owl that temporarily flew into the night will kill the horse pistol again.

The two of us could only use the tactical spotlights on our hiking helmets. Dark clouds cover the moon, our two pillars of light sweep around, how can the eagle owl fly freely in the dark jungle, may emerge from any angle.

At this time, I saw two golden lights suddenly appear behind the fat man, and a pair of huge golden eyes opened, and I hurriedly shouted to the fat man: "Get down, it's behind you." ”

The fat man threw himself forward in a panic, but forgot that he was on the tree, and with a scream, he fell from the old banyan tree. Thanks to the fact that I had hung the safety rope earlier, he did not fall to the stone under the tree, and as I had just now, hanging in the air, but with his weight, it is difficult to say how long the trunk and rope will hang on him. The fat man was so frightened that his feet kicked wildly, and the more he moved, the more the tree shook, and the leaves and some plants with shallow rhizomes were shaken to the ground by him, and the whole old banyan tree was rattling, and it could break at any time.

Before I could figure out how to pull the fat man up, suddenly it was dark, the light on the helmet was obscured, and the ghostly eagle owl swooped down from above my head like a ghost.

This time, I didn't have time to open the vajra umbrella to block it, and I couldn't spare my hands to shoot, so I had to use the combined vajra umbrella to block the eagle owl's claws coming down from mid-air. Unexpectedly, the eagle owl was so vicious that it grabbed the vajra umbrella in my hand with its claws and wanted to take it away. It was so powerful that I couldn't hold it with one hand, and the whole person was almost dragged up from the tree by the eagle owl.

Just as the tension was overwhelmed, a burst of submachine gun fire was heard, and a string of bullets appeared in the darkness. The eagle owl was shattered into rags by the bullets, and fell directly from the air under the tree, never to move again. The vicious hunters who roam the forest in the dark night have become the prey of others.

It turned out that Shirley Young had come out of the wreckage of the engine room with a gun and shot the eagle owl. I couldn't see what weapon she was holding in the dark, and the fat man and I couldn't help but praise in unison: "What a fierce firepower, what kind of gun is this?" ”

Shirley Young patted the submachine gun in his hand and replied, "It's the Thompson submachine gun, and the American mafia prefers to call it the Chicago typewriter." This gun is just too heavy. ”

Because this transport plane is to transport arms to the troops, the materials inside are strictly sealed, and the gun is afraid of water, so it is wrapped in plastic bags together with bullet bags. The new gun still had lubricating oil on it, and a very small part of the plane had survived in such a hostile environment after the crash.

I didn't care about the American equipment at this time, so I hurriedly asked Shirley Yang to help him put the fat man hanging on the waist of the tree down from the tree. This toss, an all-night has passed, and in a moment the sky should be light, but the darkness before dawn is the darkest, and this is very appropriate here, when the forest is so dark that you can't see your fingers.

In this boundless darkness, suddenly there was a clear ticking sound from the old banyan tree where we were, and Shirley Yang and I were unprepared, the flat-haired beast that was making trouble just now had been dealt with, why did this signal suddenly sound again?

No, this is the sound we first heard under the tree, and now that we compare it, it is obviously different from the sound made by the eagle owl pecking, but I didn't notice it just now, and mistook it for the same sound.

Not only did I scold: "His grandmother's, but what is the blame? This voice is really evil. ”

Shirley Yang asked me to be quiet and listen carefully, and while listening, I pressed the code in my heart, and my expression inadvertently revealed a shadow of fear: "This time you also heard clearly, over and over again, there is only a repeating Morse code signal, but the content of the signal has changed this time......"

I pricked up my ears and listened for a long time, but this time it was not three short and three long, it was a little more complicated than the previous signal, but I could hear that it was repeated. I don't understand Morse code, at this time, seeing Shirley Yang so solemn, I know that this time the situation is not trivial, I don't know what this signal is to make her so panicked.

Shirley Yang stared in the direction of the voice and slowly repeated: "Da Di Di...... Backbite...... Tick...... Tick Tick ...... This is indeed a ghost signal, a death signal from the dead spirits. ”