Zhao Bankuo's scalp suddenly trembled, and he was terribly shocked. Could it be that they were hurrying up or were being overtaken by the Japanese?

He subconsciously looked at Old J, but Old J didn't seem surprised. He became confused and held back his shock as he walked forward to look. The broken things on the ground were not big, but they could be seen to be some metal materials.

All the indigenous people have disappeared. This is the territory of the Japanese. These metal materials must have been left behind after the plane was dismantled by the Japanese.

The further Zhao Bankuo walked, the more determined he became - the Japanese were also looking for things on the plane. When they came here and saw if they were there, they resorted to the most brutal and worry-free method.

His destination was originally here, but the target object was destroyed like this. He remembered the chief of staff's ardent expectations for him, and remembered that a hundred thousand troops were behind to contain it, but he had gained nothing. He suddenly didn't know what to do.

It's better. We can only let the team members search around for a while and see what to do next.

When I turned to ask Old J for his opinion, I saw him squatting on the ground with the most debris, taking out some strange things from his backpack.

What is this foreigner doing? Zhao Bankuo walked over in a low voice. He had never seen those things placed on the ground before, and he didn't know what they meant by appearing at this time, so he asked: "What are you doing?"

Old J was playing with something that looked like a metal telescope and said without raising his head: "Measure."

Zhao Bankuo looked around. Farther away, there were continuous and extremely tall snow-capped mountains. He didn't find anything that needed to be measured. He explained his doubts again, and Lao J straightened up and said seriously: "

Captain Zhao, your purpose was to bring me here, and you did it, good. Now, please let me finish my work and then answer you, okay?"

Faced with his words, Zhao Bankuo was speechless. He could only gather the team members first and put them on alert, while Lao J was busy with those weird instruments and formed a small defensive position around them.

A group of team members were on guard while watching. Old J was playing with the telescope-like thing for a while, picking up some black fragments for observation, and squatting next to the crater when the plane crashed, looking at it for a long time, and then wrote down something in his notebook.

What, it made everyone very strange. Only Wang Sixiang showed a thoughtful look.

In the midst of boredom, Zhao Bankuo took out a cigarette, lit it, and took a few puffs. The "bandit" who had just been searching the area snapped his fingers and said, "Captain, come on."

What's going on? Zhao Bankuo looked at him in confusion. The "bandit" stretched out his hand and hooked him again, and then he walked over. The "bandit" stood beside the dent left by the plane, handed him something, and said: "This

Are these things belonging to our brothers?"

Zhao Bankuo took it over and saw that it was an empty magazine. His heart moved, and the "bandit" looked at him and said, "Did you throw it away before?"

Zhao Bankuo nodded silently, thinking of the scene at that time. He didn't say anything at that time.

There must have been a shootout, who must have left it behind. Could it be that Changmao went to the plane to search for things and replaced them? His heart suddenly felt a little blocked. He looked back at the military doctor and the knife, put the empty magazine into his pocket, and said:

"Stop talking nonsense and let's go."

The "bandit" sighed, said nothing, took out a cigarette, borrowed it from Zhao Bankuo, lit it and started smoking.

The two of them smoked silently, and soon after burning out a cigarette, they heard Lao J calling from a distance: "Zhao, come here."

Calling him at this time, could this foreigner have discovered something? Zhao Bankuo thought as he dusted off the dirt on his body and walked over. When he faced him, Old J pointed to a snow-capped mountain in the distance and said, "Where is that place?"

He took out the map and looked at it. Although there were several mountain and river signs at this location, there were no annotations. Zhao Bankuo shook his head and said, "There is no name."

Old J immediately laughed, clapped his hands, stood up, and said, "It's really impolite to be a guest at a host whose name you don't know. Let's call it Dandelion Hill."

Before Zhao Bankuo could figure it out, Lao J pointed at the snow-capped mountains and said, "Zhao, let's go there."

Looking along the gesture, he was pointing to those white snow-capped mountains with extremely high altitudes more than ten kilometers away. Old J patted him on the shoulder and said, "What did the planes you saw look like when you first came here?"

?”

Zhao Bankuo recalled that the aircraft he saw at that time had only one front cockpit. In other words, there was only one big nose.

Old J asked again: "Then I want to ask, where is the other half of the plane?"

Zhao Bankuo was immediately stopped by the question. He suddenly felt a little strange in his heart and asked subconsciously: "What do you mean?"

Old J turned back to look at the traces of the aircraft at his feet and continued: "The aircraft we are looking for is a heavy transport aircraft developed by the German military. Its maximum loading structure is in the rear half, and the head is just its driving structure. You guys

If you haven’t seen it before, it’s understandable that you don’t know its structure.”

Zhao Bankuo vaguely understood and asked: "Actually, what we are looking for is on the other half of the plane?" As soon as he finished speaking, he seemed to have thought about it, and suddenly looked at the "Dandelion Mountain".

Old J nodded and said: "Yes. I just made a comprehensive analysis of the landing point of the plane based on the traces left by the nose of the plane, the nearby environment, and the weather during the time when the plane crashed.

It should be on the dandelion hill in the middle."

After a pause, Old J continued: "Of course, I only speculated on a general direction. I still need to find the specific direction. This place has been visited by the Japanese. I think they must also know that there is another half of the plane.

They will also search. We have to find the things on the plane before the Japanese do, so, Zhao, our mission is not over yet."

Hearing this, Zhao Bankuo could no longer hold back and asked the question he had been thinking about for a long time: "Old Mr. J, we

What are you looking for?"

Old J was stunned, and after thinking for a while, he suddenly said a word, and Zhao Bankuo was also stunned. Because he thought this foreign language sounded so familiar, and then he suddenly remembered that in that minefield, the long-haired

Is this what you're talking about?

He immediately felt incredible. How did Changmao know? Did he already know what was on the plane at that time? But it was impossible. Although Changmao belonged to another group, he would never know this level.

secret, he might just be trying to test himself.

Soon Zhao Bankuo forced himself back to reality. Changmao was dead. Why he knew this word will always be a mystery.

Seeing Zhao Bankuo in a daze, Lao J smiled and said: "Captain Zhao, you don't have to think about what it is. It's just a code name. You won't know the details until you find the plane. What you need to do now is to reclassify it."

Marching route, and then explain it to the team members. You decide the specific proportions yourself."

Zhao Bankuo glanced at Old J depressedly, scolding the old fox in his heart, then walked back to gather everyone together, and directly gave the order to move to the destination. Except for the disappointed expression on the face of the military doctor, no one else said anything.

Complaints, the Yankees always discuss matters as they are, and if something is not found, the matter will definitely not be finished.

Walking out of the crash site, the dandelions around were still swaying, and passing through the village, it was completely ruined and nothing intact could be found.

Zhao Bankuo sighed secretly in his heart, and realized the cruelty of war even more. Back to the real problem, Lao J set the destination so that it was both visible and immediately tangible, but if he really wanted to get to Dandelion Mountain, it would still be a whole day away.

A primitive jungle.

The Hukang River Valley is called the Savage Mountain. This name can only be regarded as a general term. On their military map, the real Savage Mountain does not only refer to the Hukang River Valley, but also includes the east side of the Hukang River Valley, a large area from the north.

Go to the continuous peaks with an altitude of several thousand meters in the south, where you will find the real Savage Mountain.

Those mountains are covered with snow all year round, and the environment is extremely harsh. When the expeditionary force was defeated for the first time, most of the troops walked from the valley between the two mountains, and many people were lost. This time, the direction pointed by Old J

, it would be even more embarrassing to go to those snow-capped mountains.

Not long after walking, Wang Simao received an order from the military headquarters, emphasizing that he should continue the search according to Old J's instructions. This made Zhao Bankuo feel even more irritated. He even thought that the crash of the German plane was probably related to these high-rise buildings.

The mountains in the clouds had something to do with it. If that was the case, finding the tail of half a plane on such a large mountain would be difficult, so he sent a message to ask if American planes could help find it together.

Wang Simao also felt that assistance was very important and quickly sent the inquiry back, but after waiting for a long time, he did not receive a reply.
Chapter completed!