Zhao Bankuo looked up and saw a slope with a small stream washed out by the rain. It was winding along the roots of the tree and winding around a small pit. What was strange was that there were dazzling blood strips in the stream.

It turned red in the puddle and was not washed away at all.

Zhao Bankuo's temple jumped a little, but the blood was still flowing. What did it mean? As a soldier, his first reaction was that someone was injured in front of him, or there was a body that had just died.

Changmao pulled the bolt of the gun, raised his head, and walked up the creek.

After strenuously walking for more than twenty meters, the slope finally came to an end. What came into view was an uneven forest land. The weeds were beaten to the ground, and a sticky, salty smell of blood quickly rushed into Zhao Bankuo's body.

I checked my nose, but didn't see anything unusual.

The two people's eyes met, and their hearts were moved. Zhao Bankuo raised his eyebrows and searched the surrounding woods.

Everything was wet, there were no scratch marks on the trees, and there was no ash. It seemed that they were overthinking it. But that was fine. If they still couldn't get away by taking a detour, it would be too much to make them angry.

The rain fell intermittently, and there was no solid ground to stand on along the way. When he stepped on it, half of his leg sank. When Zhao Bankuo finally saw Changmao stop, he subconsciously wanted to find a big tree to lean against, but was immediately stopped.

: "Don't move, there are thunders here."

Zhao Bankuo was shocked and subconsciously looked around, but he only saw a piece of grass, nothing wrong.

At this time, Changmao had already touched it, squatting there not knowing what he was doing. He quickly picked up a bright metal wire from the thick grass, and slowly rubbed it along the metal wire.

Although he had seen Changmao demining many times and there was basically no danger, Zhao Bankuo remained motionless to avoid disturbing him. After a while, Changmao straightened up and reached behind his head with one hand to untie the knot he had just tied.

With his other hand, he threw what he had just pulled out to Zhao Bankuo.

Zhao Bankuo subconsciously stretched out his hand to pick it up. After he took it, he sank and almost missed it. Only then did he realize that what he was holding was a real mine. His scalp went numb immediately, and a thought flashed through his mind: Damn you, Longhair.

What a psycho.

Changmao immediately shouted: "Why are you panicking? This is an anti-infantry mine. It will explode only if you step on it with all your strength."

Zhao Bankuo responded, lowered his head and looked at it. The mine in his hand was a cylinder, a bit like a dice cup in a casino, but more than half of the size. The outside was dark green paint, stained with a lot of mud.

, the whole thing is quite smooth and complete, and it has obviously not been buried for too long.

Changmao looked carefully at other places, did not make any move, shook his head and stepped back, pointing at the metal wire and said: "There are still jumping mines, you can't leave here, go around. There is probably a Japanese den ahead."

"

The place where they are staying now is very close to the edge of Yeren Mountain. If Changmao's guess is correct, then the Japanese troops have penetrated here. Doesn't that mean that the Japanese really want to use the cover of Yeren Mountain to bypass the Nu River to attack the expeditionary force?

Western Defense Zone. Zhao Bankuo's heart trembled. He had no idea that those beasts would do so many things secretly.

What's even more depressing is that even though they have roughly guessed it, they can't do anything. They can't just attack the enemy camp at night. At least there were seven people in the team at the beginning. Only a few people can kill the Japanese like gods of war. Thinking of the original

Seeing the situation, Zhao Bankuo shook his head, and Changmao bypassed the mine defense area.

Because they were prepared, the two of them walked cautiously. When they encountered places with dense plants, they climbed up trees to observe before proceeding. This way, they didn't go too far, and sure enough, they discovered

A second minefield was discovered.

This time, Changmao was very cautious and did not touch the landmines. He just carefully avoided them again. The alert status of the two of them was directly raised to the highest level. Changmao took the lead, loaded the gun, and searched for landmines almost inch by inch until nothing was missed.

Then he moved forward. Seeing Changmao being so cautious, Zhao Bankuo followed him with all his energy.

Soon, Changmao suddenly lay down and crawled forward. Zhao Bankuo looked carefully and saw that there was a slight metallic flash in the grass in front of him, so he squatted on the spot. Unexpectedly, when Changmao approached, he reached out to grab it.

The thing was lifted up at once, but it was an empty tin can.

Zhao Bankuo reached out and took it and wiped it. The label on it was wiped off, revealing the English letters. Changmao immediately said: "American can." The two looked at each other and saw each other's doubts.

.The previous mine area obviously means that they have reached the range of the Japs' activities, so why do Maozi's cans appear here?

The two discussed in a low voice and found the tallest tree nearby. Changmao was standing guard below. Zhao Bankuo lightened the weight on his body and climbed up. It took him a long time to climb to the top of the tree, which was more than ten meters high, and lay on his back.

Looking from a distance on the branch, he immediately felt a chill in his heart and quickly called the hairy ones to climb up too.

Among the densely packed trees and plants in the distance, there is a wall made of stones, and the corners of several simple buildings are exposed. Although there are no Japanese visible, there is no need to guess whether it is a camp.

It is very difficult to camp in the jungle, and tents are usually used. There are walls and buildings here, which shows that it is a stronghold of considerable size. According to Zhao Bankuo's experience, at least a hundred Japanese can be accommodated in it.

He and Changmao looked at each other for a while, and after confirming that no more information could be obtained, the two of them stopped discussing and just made a gesture to each other before getting off the tree and retreating in another direction.

The pace of this journey was very uncomfortable. It was not until an hour later that he felt that he was completely away from danger. Zhao Bankuo breathed a sigh of relief, patted Shao Mao on the shoulder, asked him to slow down, and finally found a place that looked safe.

, then sat under the tree to rest.

It was such a mess that Zhao Bankuo felt a strong sense of depression. He thought that when we were together with a few against many, we could kill the Japanese and make them lose their armor. Although the approach at that time was really risky, it is hard to say what the result would be if we did it again.

But it's much better than being reduced to hiding now.

So what should we do next? Thinking of this, Zhao Bankuo looked at Changmao. His face couldn't be seen in the darkness, and he felt like he was sneering. When he tried to see clearly, he found that he was shrouded in shadow.

People look a little blurry.

Zhao Bankuo subconsciously felt that something was wrong, but he didn't know what it was. Then he saw Changmao lowering his head and striking a match. The moment the flame ignited, he suddenly understood.

Suddenly I looked up and saw something hanging on the tree.

This jungle is not particularly dense, but it is very high. On the top of the tree on the upper right, there is a large fuzzy black shadow. From a distance, it almost merges with the tree, and there are many thick hanging shadows.

The strip-like thing was entangled with the branches of the tree. Zhao Bankuo raised his head and swept it left and right. He found that dozens of meters nearby were covered by this thing. He couldn't help but ask: "Langmao, what's on your head?"

What is it?"

"What happened to my head?" Changmao looked up and took a puff from the cigarette in his hand, "Isn't that a rope? Hey, is this a parachute?" After saying that, the man stood up and said, "Damn, this ghost

It’s too big!”

After learning that it was a parachute, Zhao Bankuo suddenly became excited. He had never seen this kind of high-end product on the battlefield. He felt that it was always used to airdrop supplies, and it was so big.

If so, what does it need to be used for airdrop? Is it possible to airdrop supplies?

After telling Changmao about the situation, Changmao didn't talk nonsense. He turned on the flashlight and kicked grass and branches under the parachute for a long time, but there was nothing except some wood fragments. Zhao Bankuo squatted down to observe them carefully and found that

It should be a broken box. It looks very thick, about four to five centimeters thick. It looks like it has been lying in the jungle for a long time, and the outer layer is already a little dark.

After rummaging for a while, he couldn't find any words or patterns, and he didn't know the origin. Zhao Bankuo clapped his hands and caught up with Changmao who was rummaging forward. The two of them expanded the search area, but still didn't find any useful supplies, but they looked at it.

There were obvious tree breaks and traces of people walking around.

Those traces were still very new. It seemed that the Japs had passed by here recently. Changmao cursed. Zhao Bankuo thought of the US military can before. Could it be that the Japs discovered this airdrop point first? He cursed twice and moved on.

As we walked, soon, another huge parachute appeared on the tree in front of us.

Zhao Bankuo picked up his gun and approached, and after actually entering the covered area, he discovered that this parachute seemed to be larger than the first one, and there were more broken wooden boxes underneath. Just as Changmao was kicking and picking, Zhao Bankuo

Bankuo suddenly saw something flashing brightly on the other side.

As soon as the flashlight passed by, two reflections flashed out in the grass less than two meters away. Zhao Bankuo lowered his head to push aside the tangled grass, and what came into view was a military telescope.

The telescope was soaked in the rain, and the two large high-beam lenses were exposed on the water. This is what reflected the flashlight light. When I picked it up, I saw that the lens was worn and it didn't feel like it was brand new. Could it be that the ones dropped from the plane were old goods?

?Too damn stingy.

Before he could take a closer look, Changmao came over, took it with his hands, and said, "What is this?" After saying that, he looked down and his expression changed, "Isn't this a four-eyed thing? Why is it in your hand?

?”

"What four eyes? You mean Wang Sixiang?" Zhao Bankuo was a little uneasy, and immediately raised the telescope to look at the flashlight. Soon, the words "Thirty-Eight Kings" engraved under the telescope appeared in his eyes, and Zhao Bankuo

Kuo was stunned and checked over and over again. An ominous feeling came up, "What the hell, why is his telescope here? Isn't our route opposite to theirs?"

The two of them were thinking in silence, but they couldn't think of any reasonable explanation for a while. The telescope is not like other things. It is not an ordinary soldier's equipment. It must be at least a lieutenant level to have the right to own it. It is also engraved, so it is absolutely impossible.

It's the second person's thing.

Or maybe Wang Sixiang, like them, deserted halfway and ran ahead of them because of his fast legs? Zhao Bankuo thought so in his heart, and immediately overturned this conclusion. Wang Sixiang has always been firm

Follow Liao Guoren. Besides, even if he takes ten thousand steps back and runs away secretly, there is no reason to leave the telescope here.

With doubts, Zhao Bankuo wanted to see if there were any other clues. He searched around carefully with his gun and found a small puddle. There seemed to be something in it. He reached out to fish it out, but his hand was caught by long hair in mid-air.

Living.

Zhao Bankuo looked at Changmao in confusion, but saw that he broke off a branch, stirred it in the puddle, and then picked out a dark green ribbon.

It was a relatively thin armed belt, not the kind they usually used on their magazine pockets. Zhao Bankuo thought for a while, took out his water bottle, took out the belt and compared it with the armed belt. It was completely

the same.
Chapter completed!