Leaving Geola, the road becomes deserted again.

The straight, winding roads of the old times twist and turn in the scorching sun.

It's another sunny day, for the tropical climate of Cavendi, in March and April, the warm sun is the normal climate, but unfortunately, the side of the mountain, the ice and snow, this side of the mountain, the scorching sun is the head.

The difference between the two places is only a few hundred kilometers, but the climate is one day and one earth.

The sunlight with strong ultraviolet rays scorched the earth mercilessly, and Ye Suqin was wearing a heavy cloak, a cloak of special material that could keep out the scorching sunlight. He wasn't going fast, but his speed was constant.

He had barely been resupplied in Geola, and his heavy backpack was now lighter, carrying only thirty rounds of ammunition and a few trigger grenades. And then there's a sniper rifle that's thick and sturdy on the shoulder.

He took out the kettle and took a sip, the pupils in his eyes contracted slightly, and he ran for a morning, and finally at the end of his vision, there was a mountain that spread and overlapped peaks, starting from the west and falling from the east. It's like a moat in front of you.

Kudu Xingshan is right in front of you.

Wangshan ran a dead horse.

Although the mountains were in front of him, Ye Suqin knew that along this road, he would have to walk for at least a day and a night to reach the foot of the mountain.

After Ye Suqin simply rested on the side of the road for a while, he was about to get back on the road, when he raised his foot and was about to take a step forward, he suddenly stopped, his foot was hanging in the air, not falling, but moving to the side, he squatted down and carefully checked the ground at his feet, there were scattered footprints on it.

This road is the only way up the mountain, and since a certain force has put up a hefty reward of a thousand on the black market for the mission to explore the area south of Zakru Peak, the usual and secluded road has become busy, and dozens of teams have passed through it during this time.

Ordinary footprints, Ye Suqin would not care too much, he had a different purpose from those people, and there was no conflict of interest. Besides, ordinary wanderers and mercenaries will not be taken into account by him, just the footprints in front of him!?

Wanderers and mercenaries are poor people, and even if they have money, they will spend it on food, women, and weapons, and no one will go out of their way to spend a lot of money on a pair of Gobang tactical boots.

Most of them have very low requirements for clothes and shoes, as long as they can shelter their bodies and keep out the cold, and they will not spend a lot of time on aesthetics.

However, the footprints under the eye are different from the messy shoe prints around, and the patterns on them are arranged in an orderly manner and are different from the previous shoe patterns, and the main function of the shoe patterns is to increase friction and grip, so the style is more common and versatile. However, the shoe pattern in front of you is intricately carved, and the overall structure is simple but not simple, and this pattern is a bit similar to a totem or emblem.

Two S-shaped symmetrical oak leaves are encased in an intricately constructed ring of multiple lines.

The good-looking eyebrows are slightly frowned.

Judging from the distribution of footprints, this group of people wandered here for a while, there is no shop in front of the village here, and most of the people who go up the mountain stay to rest for a while, but looking at the distribution of footprints, it is very regular and orderly, and it is not messy.

Ye Suqin raised his head suddenly, looking around, the surrounding terrain was flat and endless, except for a few small dirt slopes that were disorderly listed on the ground, the height was generally not high, only four or five meters, for snipers, the terrain was too monotonous, not an ideal complex terrain.

The more plain and insipid the terrain, the more uneasy Ye Suqin's heart throbbed.

The wind continued to pass over him, forcing a chill into his clothes. He smelled the slightest hint of restlessness.

A hundred meters away, a reflection was reflected on a hill.

Experienced people would guess that it was the reflection emitted by the scope at the first time, but Ye Suqin did the opposite, kneeling on one knee and pointing the gun in the other direction, not caring about the reflection.

In the next second, a head emerged from the weedy piles that could be seen everywhere in the wilderness, and the muzzle of the black hole swept away the grass stems, and the pupils of the sneak attacker suddenly contracted, and at the same time, the entire body moved sideways against the physical limit.

The southern vein, Zakru Peak, is inaccessible and remote.

It's hard to imagine anyone setting up such a position here.

The gunfire rang out almost at the same time and ended at the same time.

As soon as the head was tilted, half of the skull was lifted off, and red and white things splattered out, sprinkling down like stars, splashing everywhere.

The sound of gunfire is the signal.

All around, more than a dozen figures began to rush out of the darkness.

The yellow sand is so thick that the wind makes it almost impossible for people to stand firmly. The terrain here is complex, with undulating hills, as if it were a labyrinth of nature.

They hide in the shadows of the hills, waiting for their prey to appear. They wore khaki combat uniforms and camouflage paint on their faces, blending in with their surroundings. Their eyes were cold and determined, and the guns in their hands shimmered with cold light.

Ye Suqin was alone, and his figure seemed extremely lonely in this desolate land. He was dressed in a black tactical suit, with a hood on his head, and his face was expressionless. His eyes were deep and sharp, as if he could see everything.

The ambushers attacked. They rushed out of the shadows of the hills, and the guns in their hands were aimed at Ye Suqin. Bullets rained down with the threat of death.

Ye Suqin's reaction was very fast, and he immediately hid behind a large rock, avoiding the enemy's fire net. He quickly swapped in a new magazine, then aimed at an enemy and pulled the trigger.

A gunshot rang out, and the enemy fell to the ground. Ye Suqin didn't stop, he continued to shoot, and one enemy after another fell under his gun. However, the ambushers did not back down because of this, and they attacked Ye Suqin even more frantically.

The whistle sounded in several places near and far, and the men in black stopped their attack, turned their heads and began to flee.

The number of the other party is several times that of his own, there is no reason to give up, and why there are interception troops here, Ye Suqin is difficult to understand.

The other party's retreat is orderly in chaos, it is not an ordinary homeless army, and the weapons and equipment are advanced, it seems that the special force that Taylor said is them, but since they have released a message to let people help, why do they want to intercept and kill the people who come here, it obviously doesn't make sense.

Wait, their target is me?

Although I feel that it may be unacceptable for a while, but from all aspects, my speculation may be close to the truth to a large extent.

Are they preventing themselves from entering the mountains or is it due to Carterit's acquiescence?

These are unknown.

Ye Suqin could only change to a trail into the mountains, which was even more rugged and remote.

After several days and nights of trekking, the road under my feet became more and more difficult.

Climb up a hill and see a barren scene. The mountain peaks here are so high and steep that they seem to be a masterpiece of nature. The color of the mountain is gray and white, giving it a bleak feeling.

There is hardly a trace of life in the mountains, only a few sparse vegetation dotted throughout. These plants grow tenaciously in the crevices of the rocks, and their leaves are dry and fragile, as if they could be blown away by the wind at any moment.

The rivers in the mountains are also dry, and there are only some gravel and sand left on the riverbed. The once rushing waters of the river are gone, leaving only silence and desolation.

In this desolate mountain range, there are no animal tracks. Only a few lone eagles hovered in the air, and their mournful cries echoed throughout the valley.

When night falls, the desolate mountains become even quieter. The starry sky was shining, but there was not a hint of warmth. The cold wind whistled by, with an icy aura, making people feel endless loneliness and loneliness.

This desolate mountain range gives a feeling of oppression and heaviness, as if it hides some unspeakable secret. Here, one feels an invisible fear, as if swallowed up by the forces of nature.

Ye Suqin put down the package and made a simple meal in a leeward place.

Sleep after eating.

The wind in the mountain stream at night is as cold as a knife.

The next morning, I woke up and searched again, this time with a somewhat larger search.

I wandered around the area for several days, but did not find any suspicious locations.

He wondered if Grandpa Taylor's diary was still authentic after all this time, or if the place where it was recorded existed.

In the midst of the confusion and doubt, a small valley recessed suddenly appeared in front of Ye Suqin's eyes.

Traces of the concrete roadbed can still be faintly discerned at the exit of the valley, the ground is cracking, heavy rain and dust have hidden the traces of the aftermath, and only the entrance is still well preserved due to the overlapping mountains.

The further in, the more well-preserved the traces of the highway become, and there are no other visible man-made structures. It seems that there are few signs of human activity in this area even in the old era, and it is not known whether it is due to the cold climate or some other reason.

The road is almost completely destroyed, in some places arched into dirt bags, even the surrounding terrain has changed, and the concrete pavement on the fairly smooth section of the road has cracked everywhere, crawling with vigorous weeds. However, since there are only these man-made objects in the surrounding area, it is barely possible to make out the direction of the road, which ends in a valley full of trees at the foot of the mountain.

Ye Suqin's heart moved slightly, and he approached the valley all the way. It is a small valley, only a few hundred meters in radius, and at the end of the valley there is a road hidden among the trees, and there is a broken road in the middle of the road. Among the trees, the wreckage of an abandoned car can also be seen, but it is black and burned to the point that only the steel frame remains. A few bushes stubbornly grew in the middle of the body, and it was clear that the car had been left here for many years.

Ye Suqin carefully walked through the branched bushes and restored all the branches and leaves. This is a habit he has developed over the years, and wherever he walks, he tries not to leave a trace.

I don't know how long I walked inside, but the sky suddenly became brighter, and a large area of building debris suddenly jumped into view.

It looks like it has been abandoned for a long time, but there is no doubt that it was once busy, with barracks arranged in a staggered and orderly manner, and large swaths of engineering buildings that have long since decayed and collapsed under the wind and rain.

The large playground has become a paradise for hares, with countless creatures jumping and hopping in it. The half-tall thatch reached the chest, and it was still growing wildly, the old one died, and the new one sprouted, just like this upside-down new century.

The building extends to the back.

Sure enough, as written in the diary, under the huge mountain, it looks like a sleeping dragon, and at the root of the sleeping dragon, there is a huge hole blocked by reinforced concrete.

What's in there? Something horrible to the eye.