Chapter 8 Entering the Savage Mountain

At 9:20 a.m., seven trucks entered the allied camp in turn. On the wide playground, 14 Eagle-9 helicopters were arranged in three rows. They were on standby. Everyone jumped off the truck and had no time to rest. They packed up their weapons and equipment and walked into the cabin one by one. They didn't wait for the people behind them to come up. Eagle-9 headed towards Fly to the north.

The helicopter did not fly far and began to land. As one eagle-9 landed on the ground, a group of soldiers jumped out of the cabin, picked up their weapons and quickly dispersed around.

The third row landed in the third batch in the order of number. When they arrived, the first row had assembled and searched to the northwest. The second row had just finished assembly and was ready to set off. The target should be 12 o'clock in the north. The third row was the first batch of landing. The helicopter had not stopped yet, and the soldiers Starting to jump out, the first person to jump out of the cabin was squad leader Shi Weidong, followed by Duan Fei, and finally came out by deputy squad leader Zhao Changzhi. At once, they rushed to the assembly site, and the helicopter immediately took off and returned, directly throwing these heroes into the dense jungle of northern Myanmar.

The second row has set off, and the third row soon completed the assembly. Their target is in the northeast direction. Yao Kefa, the platoon leader, glanced at the number of people and ordered to leave.

Class 1 went in about one o'clock. The search area was the No. 7 area marked on the map, and the east bank of the river. The first and second rows had completely disappeared in the gloomy primitive forest. Class 2 and Class 3 of their right hand also quickly came out of sight. Nine people walked among the one-high grass. It was early winter. For these chivalrous men who have never come into contact with the big forest, the smell of dead grass is exciting at first, but it is soon annoying.

This is a real primitive forest, which is no different from when the Chinese expeditionary army came many years ago. The rapidly changing high technology can't match this place. The pervasive real estate developers ignore the existence of this place. If you look at it, in fact, you still can't see far, the dense jungle that covers the sky and the sun is deep. Original dead grass, all kinds of strange insects crawl around. Those birds that you can't name at all ignore your existence. No matter where you stand and look in which direction, it's the same. You don't need to distinguish between southeast and northwest. This ghost place was called Savage Mountain. After so many years, other places have basically been Real estate developers have been harmed. Only in this kind of place, no one comes to build a house, and no one dares to come no matter how cheap the land price is. Therefore, this place is still called Savage Mountain. The intelligent creatures living in this area are the same as many years ago. Only savages live here for a long time, and no matter how civilized people are, they are uncivilized to stay in such a place for a long time.

Shi Weidong was responsible for opening the road in front, and Duan Fei followed him. The two waved firewood knives to cut through the thorns. Every time the firewood knives were chopped down, a smoky dry grass raised a mass of dust and came to their nose. From time to time, two caterpillars fell from the tree, and sticky spider webs hung on their faces. Fortunately, it was winter. There was no legendary mosquitoes. Zi and leeches, all kinds of poisonous snakes don't come out much. A group of people walk like this, moving forward in the grass with deep eyebrows, and the air is scorched, suffocating and dull. After walking for two hours, everyone was a little hungry. Lao Zhang was the first to jump out and say, "Team, take a rest. Everyone should also eat something to catch a breath."

"Yes, let's take a break." Jin Daxia agreed.

"Okay, take a rest first." Shi Weidong looked at everyone and was indeed a little tired. After all, they are all mercenaries. They can't suffer much without formal training. Anyway, the days are still long and there is no hurry.

Although it was different from the Chinese expeditionary force entering this big jungle, at that time, the Japanese devils chased very tightly with small mountain cannons. General Dai Anlan did not offend their ancestors. The little Japanese devils chased desperately like hungry vampires, killing tens of thousands of expedition soldiers in this primitive forest day and night. Running wildly, it would be strange if you can really run in this damn place. Lao Zhang bit two pieces of beef jerky and poured a big mouthful of water, and his heart sighed: "Little Li, why can't Dai Anlan's troops run away from this ghost forest?"

Xiao Li ate something randomly and was taking a nap on an old tree. Hearing Lao Zhang's head calling him, he opened his eyes and answered, "I'm starving to death."

"No," Lao Zhang shook his head and said to himself, "There are many things to eat in this big forest, such as the birds flying in the sky, the grass on the ground, the fruit on the trees, and the rabbits and bobcats running in the mountains. They are the army, with guns in their hands, and they can't get food?"

"Come on, little Japan is chasing after you day and night. You still have the time to catch birds. When a mountain cannon comes, it will be over. Run, run desperately."

"He can't run fast if he doesn't have enough food?" Jin Daxia also joined in.

"Do you still want to eat? Look at this square for dozens of hours. There are no other people, no fields, mountains everywhere, trees everywhere, and rice. Dream about you.

"What do Japanese eat?" Xiao Li looked at Lao Zhang and asked.

This is really a problem. The Japanese chased it day and night. Is it possible that they are still carrying rice bags?

"Eat people." Potato also inserted when he had nothing to do.

"Eat, eat people?" Xiao Li's eyes widened, looked at the potatoes, and then at Lao Zhang.

Lao Zhang did not answer him. Monitor Shi Weidong had already shouted that everyone got up, "Let's go. Let's go. We must get to Hill 701 before dark."

"Where is Hill 701?" Tudou muttered this. To be honest, the map was sent to everyone, but this guy never looked at it. He didn't bother to bother. Anyway, he followed the team and went wherever he went, no matter how it was 701 or 702.

He Xiaohu has been following Duan Fei. He is also a master who doesn't like reading. He pulled Duan Fei's sleeves and asked softly, "Afei, where is 701? How far is it from here? How long will it take?"

"Almost 12 kilometers."

It's only 12 kilometers. According to a normal adult walking 5 or 6 kilometers per hour, it's only takes two hours. However, you have to figure out where this is. Savage Mountain, the world's most prestigious primitive forest, stepping on one-high weeds to cut thorns and climb mountains. You have to slow down the march here by five to ten times. In this way, it is estimated that they will not be able to reach the assembly site before dark.

There are no bloody Japanese devils behind them, and it is impossible for a rain of bullets in the sky, but it is said that there are a large number of interstellar monsters in this ghost place, and their task is to find the nests of these monsters and give the Alliance Air Force a coordinates, but no one in this group has really experienced the interstellar monsters except Duan Fei. Terrible power, everyone looks relaxed, looks like tourism, at most, jungle exploration, thrilling.

The monitor still walked in front of him with a firewood knife to open the way, followed him and changed Jin Daxia, which was also a firewood knife. The potato walked third, with an N85 hanging on his shoulder. Hu Mingyi walked fourth, looking left and right with N85. The two walking in the middle were Lao Zhang and Xiao Li, walking while walking. While chatting, the weapons were put away. Anyway, there were no devils fighting. What did he do with a gun? It was He Xiaohu who walked in front of Duan Fei. He was doing hard work, carrying a rocket launcher and a spare rocket on his back. The other two were on the back of Deputy Class Zhao Changzhi. Duan Fei hung up N85 and held the Monte dagger in his hand.

The march is a very boring process. Because there is no need to beware of the stalking of ghosts, everyone may chat casually. Lao Zhang showed his unique skills. Huang Duanzi one by one makes the big guys laugh. Seeing that the sun is about to go west, the shadow of 701 seems to be far away.

The old man's saliva has also been chewed dry, and his legs are like being filled with lead, and he can still walk out. At this time, how annoying a tall withered grass is, he can no longer walk. The long and dense dead grass is wrapped around you, and he can't wait to fall on the grass and sleep happily.

If Lao Zhang really falls asleep, maybe no one will object. These groups of people who have only been together for half a month have their own small calculations. Who cares who?