More troublesome than the natural climate is the road itself.

The smuggling trail in the Ronda Mountains was secretly opened up by the predecessors of the Chamber of Commerce, and this kind of thing, which is completely invisible and wants to be buried in the soil, cannot be said to be maintained at all. In addition, the harassment of wild beasts is also a big problem, taking away a few pack horses slightly, and some manpower in severe cases.

Smugglers can't launch a large-scale hunt to rid the beasts, so the smuggling caravan has to be careful almost every time, and beware of wild beasts along the way.

Regarding the question of beasts, Miss Wenli carefully sent a booklet to Townsend for reference, which was the illustrated beast book of the Ronda Mountains.

Townsend called the monkeys to study the book together, and tried to be fully prepared for everything from personnel to equipment.

For Townsend and his men, the journey of more than 400 miles in six days was not a hard work, and it was even easier than fighting and training - in addition to strengthening his personal equipment, at the suggestion of the monkeys, Townsend also urgently purchased several hounds with a keen sense of smell, which had a sharp nose and could buy time for warning.

Taking advantage of their free time on the last day, they also conducted a rehearsal in the nearby mountains to confirm the suitability of the entire process.

The day after the drill, the first cooperation between the Spicy Mercenary Group and the Blue Stamen Chamber of Commerce officially began. Because it was the first time to work together, Townsend had to lead the team personally. He took most of the people with him, fifteen of them, including himself.

The monkey alone caught up with the caravan outside Harvey Town, obtained detailed routes from the leader of the opposing team, and hurried back to the assembly point. Townsend followed the roadmap.

After a command, the team set off, and the monkey pinched the time to put down the message tree and tell the caravan to follow - on the way, if no accident happened, the monkey's message tree was the only means of contact.

Townsend traveled twenty miles with three men and a hound to mark the reconnaissance route and key points for his men in advance. As usual, the only literate subordinate is responsible for keeping track of his actions and strategies, after which it will be easier for them to follow the rules.

Townsend's confidence was not in vain, and the reason why he dared to lead people to do this was entirely because he had full confidence in himself and his subordinates. In fact, for the smuggling camel team to guard, most of the content is to reconnoiter the black and black ambush along the road, to see if there is any hidden danger of falling rocks on the route, and the bridge is broken and repaired......

As for the beasts in the mountains, in fact there will be no beasts that are idle and run to find people. As long as you don't invade the beasts, you will generally be fine, even if you meet Townsend on a narrow road, you are not afraid, and the well-informed living people can't deal with the turtles in the mountains?

It can be said that except for the high-grade things such as the encirclement and suppression of officers and soldiers, other situations are difficult to help but spicy mercenary groups. But for the average person, things like this are difficult, because it requires not only a strong physique and abundant wilderness survival skills, but also discipline and team spirit, which cannot be done by the people trained by the Chamber of Commerce themselves.

And these things, Townsend has given to his subordinates.

A few hours later, Townsend reached the dense forest at the foot of the mountain, and according to the directions recorded on the drawings, he pulled open a pile of vines in the forest, and the intersection of the path leading to the Ronda Mountains was finally revealed to him.

It has to be said that no matter what the world is, people who engage in smuggling are not stupid, at least not pioneers.

This crossing, which is so narrow that only one pack horse can cross, is extremely ingenious. It sits in the middle of a dozen craggy boulders, covered with moss and vines, and there are several paths that are suspicious, horizontal and vertical like a [***] array. Not to mention that ordinary people have no intention of breaking in, that is, people who deliberately come to look for it, and they will be dizzy after entering, so are they still in the mood to find the entrance?

As soon as Townsend had finished sighing, a round object fell from the shade of the tree above his head, slammed it on his head, flicked it, and fell in front of him—and then with a few "chirps, chirps, chirps," a bunch of round things bounced off his head and fell to the ground, huddled in front of him, and made a "cheering" motion.

This time, Townsend didn't even bother to pose for the immeasurable shape of the sea, because what smashed on his head was the group of dead leaf balls that were cute and had no weaknesses and lingered like a nightmare—they all hit his head, but the hound under his feet didn't react at all, only perfunctorily "Wang" twice after the other party landed, but judging from this kind of call, the dead leaf balls were actually not dangerous.

He knew that he couldn't just run away, so he sighed helplessly and said, "Bosses, what do you like about me?

I don't know if the dead leaf balls understood Townsend's words, but they danced happily anyway.

"This time I'm going to climb the mountain, can you do it?" Townsend smiled, not believing that the spherical body could also climb over the mountains: "If you are brave enough, you will follow, you will not be tired!"

With that, Townsend walked away with the hounds, and several balls of dead leaves rushed up, unhurried and bouncing after Townsend. This section of the flat road between the boulders is naturally not a problem, and even the uphill section below, they can easily deal with the past, as if there is no weight, but think about it, how much weight does the sphere made of dead leaves have?

There are a total of six dead leaf balls, two large and three small, and one is mini-shaped.

Luckily, they bounced silently and were not in danger of revealing their whereabouts, so Townsend let them follow. Occasionally, a ball of dead leaves would rush in front of Townsend because of the continuous bounce and couldn't stop the car, and then "embarrassed and embarrassed" to retreat under Townsend's glare.

Townsend wondered in his heart, you say this thing is a plant, but they can move quickly, can transform and express emotions, and will even remain silent while Townsend is intently observing his surroundings. You say it's an animal, not only do they have no facial features, but they can be seen through to the back at a glance - they are indeed spheres of hundreds of small dead leaves, and there are vine-like trunks inside.

If you can't figure it out, Townsend generally copes with it by not thinking about it for a while. After all, he is still on a mission, and he is responsible for the safety of his subordinates and the entire smuggling caravan. As for these uninvited brothers, let's think they're pets!

Maybe when they first met, these little guys were just born, and they saw themselves as soon as they opened their eyes, and it was not necessary to treat themselves as mothers.

After no longer treating the dead leaf ball as a distraction, Townsend also calmed down and put all his energy on vigilance and reconnaissance. Soon he noticed problems along the route, some of which showed signs of damage, and even a makeshift bridge that had collapsed in half, and while most of the conditions were not an obstacle for a single man, they were a big problem for pack horses.