Wushuang told them: "It's wrong to have nothing! Think about it, the lieutenant of the past dynasties, the Taoist who moved the mountain, or the strong men of the ridge. Anyway, no matter which sect the gentry they were from, they just took the Ming weapon. No matter how many people were, they had the weird habit of destroying corpses or stealing corpses, right? But what about the corpses here?"

"It's stolen!" Batum replied without thinking.

"Yes, the only explanation is that the first batch of Tushizi came in for the purpose of a wise weapon, but came for the corpse inside!" Wushuang affirmed his statement.

"My master, before the founding of the People's Republic of China, we were all four northeastern provinces. Almost all those who could do this in the four northeastern provinces were in our thieves. Who would do it?" Agudam asked. These brothers were willing to sit together, smoked cigarettes, drank horse milk wine, and listened to the heroic deeds of thieves on the grasslands before the founding of the People's Republic of China.

Wushuang said that it was definitely not what we did in the thief. At that time, the magistrates in the thief had actually disappeared. Those who dared to do such big deals must be authorized by my grandfather Wu Gongyao. Moreover, even if the magistrates in the thief were done by our thief, they used Luoyang shovels to make holes. Look, when they came in, the tomb passage was irregular, and the incision was square, which was the trace of the engineer shovel.

The more everyone was stunned and frustrated in this ancient tomb, the air became thinner and thinner. Had any notice been discovered, they had to come out of the tomb passage. The little Japanese had already chased far away, and this was the best time to run out of Lin Zi to find reinforcements.

But what makes everyone the most trouble now is that they ran in a hurry just now, and no one paid attention to the direction. The forest is full of dead trees and leaves, and there is almost no reference except this small trough.

"My master, why don't we split into two gangs and go out. If you can go out, one is the other. Brothers and I will definitely ensure that you and Miss Ma are in good condition!" Agudamu suggested.

"No, everyone can't separate. Once we meet Japanese people on the road, if we don't have enough firepower, we will be shot and killed immediately, and we won't even have a chance to run away. Listen to me and keep moving forward. Let's look for the North Manchuria Fortress. If I'm not wrong, the purpose of those little Japanese is not me, but to protect the secrets in the North Manchuria Fortress." Wushuang said.

"Brother, there is such a big forest. Where can we find the Beiman Fortress? Even the forest ranger heard his grandfather say that so many years have passed, and no one has found the entrance to the Beiman Fortress. Will it be bombed by the little Japanese?" Ma Ya asked.

Wushuang said that it would not be possible. If the entrance to the North Manchurian Fortress had been bombed, then these Japanese would not be so vicious. Look at them, they are afraid that we will approach the North Manchurian Fortress. I guess, there may be some shameful things that were done in that year, and maybe some perverted research.

Although they could not find the legendary North Manchuria Fortress, they could see the ridge in the distance when they looked up. According to the forest ranger, the North Manchuria Fortress was hidden in this mountain.

Wushuang was afraid of being ambushed by little Japanese along the way, so he led everyone to take a small path. Everyone leaned against the forest to cover it up and gradually approached the Black Mountain.

Fortunately, I didn’t meet any lost companions along the way. Otherwise, I would have to make trouble again.

"Everyone extinguished the torches! Follow me closely." Wushuang ordered.

They are getting closer and closer to that mountain. Thousands of Chinese and Mongolian workers who died in this mountain have long been regarded as an ominous place. Therefore, for so many years, no one, including Chinese forest rangers, wanted to approach this mountain. There are piles of dead grass everywhere, and branches and thorns piled up high in hills under their feet.

Just now, the Japanese rode past this place on horseback and left a string of traces at the entrance to the mountain pass for everyone to pursue.

"Yeah, engrave the secret code of our stolen door here, and Bartel and the others will recognize it later." Wushuang ordered.

This is the manifestation of Wushuang's gradual maturity. He is no longer as reckless as before, and is no longer the lone hero before. It all depends on the blood flowing in his bones. He inherited Wu Gongyao's ruthlessness and Mo Xiaoqi's wisdom.

"Ah!!!" A miserable howl came, shocking everyone in cold sweat. Everyone turned around and looked at the end of the darkness of the dense forest. Then there were dense gunfire sounds coming from the end of the forest.

"Everyone keep up and go and see, the little Japanese must have had a firefight with others."

A smell of barbecue came from the mountains and fields, and then the fragrance became a little burnt...

When Wushuang and his men arrived at the foot of the mountain, a corpse was upside down on a huge rock. The body had been shot into a sieve with guns, and there was a pile of smoke-filled coke around him.

"Where are people?" Agudam and the others raised their hunting rifles and looked around alertly.

Wushuang said, "Let's go. These Japanese ronin are doing great things. After their companions die, they don't even leave their bodies. Look, is this dead man your brother?"

Several subordinates came over and saw that the corpse, which was beaten into a sieve, was indeed their former comrade-in-arms. From the current situation, it was probably because the group of ronin encountered his attack and shot him in a hurry. But he might have lost himself like everyone else.

Looking up, there was a barren mountain in front of it, with weeds and thorns everywhere, and cuckoos and crows made strange calls in the mountains.

"Let's go and go and have a look." A clear string of horse hoof prints was left before entering the mountain pass, and everyone followed the group of Japanese ronin into the barren mountain along the horse's hoof prints.

After walking forward for more than half an hour, the forest disappeared, replaced by a full of broken branches and dead trees. Strange stones stood on the mountain. Under the night, it looked like hideous devils with big mouths waiting for their prey, which was a cool scene.

The road to climbing up the mountain becomes very rugged and difficult to walk. Various thorns on the mountain grow barbs, and people walk in it, and their clothes will inevitably suffer.

"My master, look, Japanese horses?" a brother shouted.

The mountain road is difficult to walk, and the mountains are full of thorns, each year, and withering each year. The thorns are covered with thorns, layer by layer, turning the already rugged mountain road into a road to death. Even though these Japanese ronin are well-trained, they are also flesh and blood, leaving their rags and blood among the thorns.

"Turn away all these horses. If we get rid of the ambush in the little Japanese in a while, they won't be caught up by them." Wushuang is very foresighted.
Chapter completed!