Yang Zhen followed Yan San and crawled all the way to the edge of the forest. As soon as he hid under a low bush, he heard Zhang Chen, who had already arrived beside him, whispering in his ear.

"Don't talk about this now! Let's keep going forward and take a look when we get closer!"

Although Yang Zhen remained calm and calm, Zhang Chen and Yan San beside him could hear the excitement in his words.

Of course Yang Zhen was excited.

When he was crawling, he was so nervous that he thought he had been discovered and that all his efforts were about to be wasted, but in the end he gritted his teeth and persevered.

Now that I got here, I discovered that there were no Tatar whistles in the dark woods. The suppressed fear in my heart instantly dissipated, and everyone felt excited.

However, Yang Zhen's excitement was fleeting. Although he had crossed the grassy beach and the dark forest in front of him was relatively safe, his goal had not been achieved after all.

After Yang Zhen finished speaking, Zhang Chen and Yan San immediately regained their composure. Without speaking, they looked around, then took off their bows and arrows, bent their waists, and moved slowly to the place where the moonlight could not penetrate.

It is not easy to walk with a bent waist, but it is much easier than crawling on the tidal flat.

After a while, the three people arrived at the western edge of the dark forest. Zhang Chen was about to move forward, but in an instant he quickly dodged back, almost knocking Yan San off his feet.

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Seeing this, Yang Zhen hurriedly squatted behind a bush. Then he saw Zhang Chen and Yan San and quickly retreated.

Yang Zhenzheng didn't know what happened, but suddenly he heard a cough in the distance.

This cough almost scared Yang Zhen out of his body, and his heart almost jumped out of his throat!

Fortunately, Yang Zhen finally calmed down and did not ask Zhang Chen.

When Zhang Chen and Yan San had just hid themselves behind the bushes, Yang Zhen heard someone not far away yelling in a low voice: "Keep your voice down! You forgot about that Aha from Mr. Arsalan a few days ago."

What happened? The man was just patrolling at night and was frightened. He yelled and asked a few questions, and then he was caught and chopped! If you want to die, don't hurt everyone!"

It turned out to be a small team of two Tatars patrolling Aha.

As soon as Yang Zhen felt relieved, he heard the scolded man retort in a low voice: "It was the middle of the night, and the masters hadn't slept well yet! If you make a noise in the camp, he deserves to die! I can't do this.

It's just the salty dinner that made my throat feel uncomfortable! Besides, the masters slept soundly in the middle of the night. If you don't tell me, who can know?!"

As soon as this man finished speaking, he heard the person who had just scolded him say in a low voice: "If the master in charge of the camp admits the truth, he won't care about you till midnight, or whether your throat is uncomfortable because of salty food.

!You are just an Aha, how dare you argue with the masters?!"

"My master is not in the camp! Don't be ahahaha, aren't you ahaha yourself?! If you talk like this, aren't you afraid that the master in charge of the camp will behead you too?!"

Obviously, this Er-Tatar Aha, who was scolded for coughing, also despised Aha's identity and did not want others to mention it again and again.

"Stop talking! If the master is not in the camp, you don't know who you are? The master in charge of the camp just finds an excuse to chop you off. Do you still need to speak to your respective masters?!"

At this time, a third voice came over, and the voice seemed to be ringing above his head, making Yang Zhen so nervous that his heart jumped into his throat.

At this moment, a fourth voice sounded again: "Hey - I mean, Xiao Liuzi, did you steal your master's bacon again?! Be careful if your master comes back and finds out, then you won't do it."

Your tendons, peel off your skin!?"

When these words were spoken, a burst of low laughter immediately arose.

Yang Zhen listened attentively, only to find that the patrolling team of Aha's voices were getting farther away, and they could no longer hear clearly.

Yang Zhen was about to stick out his head and look around, but heard Zhang Chen on the side whisper: "At this time, around three o'clock in the ugly hour, a patrol team of six people passed by! Four Han people were Aha, and the other two were unidentified. They were probably also Aha.

! And according to what they said, patrols should be conducted in the first half of the night and once in the second half of the night!"

In this era, the Eight Banners dignitaries or armored men, and their coats, were mainly composed of Han and Korean people. In the early days, they were mainly Koreans, and later, Han people made up the majority.

Of the six-person patrol team, four of them could speak Chinese, so they were undoubtedly Han Aha. The other two didn't speak, so they were probably North Korean Aha, who couldn't speak Chinese.

After the patrol team passed by, everything was quiet except for the wind blowing through the treetops, making a little noise.

Yang Zhen and the others lay on the ground and slowly climbed to the edge of the dark forest again. They looked up and saw that the ground was covered with tree stumps left after cutting down trees.

Looking past the tree stump and looking forward, there is a tree trunk log standing on the ground, and several logs are connected together by long wooden boards, forming a fence wall that surrounds a huge camp.

Got up.

This fence is about one foot high, and the wood on it has been sharpened. Although there are gaps between the logs of the fence, it is visually impossible for normal people to get through.

It seems that when the Tatars set up camp here, they used local materials and simply cut down the trees to build this fence.

And the patrol team that just passed by was actually walking outside this fence.

The road that the patrol walked that day could not be seen to be a road. Obviously, the Tatar nobles in the camp did not arrange for the patrol to patrol here regularly.

Yang Zhen looked at this fence, thinking about how to destroy it in the future, and at the same time thinking about what to do next. This fence blocked the way, how could he understand the situation in the camp?

At this moment, I suddenly heard Zhang Chen's voice ringing in my ears: "Sir! You guys hide here for now. I'll find a big tree over there and climb up to see what's going on in the camp!"

After Zhang Chen said this, he lay down and retreated without waiting for Yang Zhen to agree.

Yang Zhen turned around to look, only to see Zhang Chen getting up as soon as he returned to the woods, like a black ghost, scurrying back and forth among the trees.

After a while, Zhang Chen seemed to have found a suitable target - a tall enough pine tree, and then climbed up slowly but without stopping.

Yang Zhen twisted his neck until it hurt, so he stopped looking for Zhang Chen and only paid attention to the movements around him and far and near.

"Sir! This fence seems to be strong, but in fact it is not. Just lift up the wooden boards nailed to it, put ropes on the logs, and a few people pull together, and it will fall down after a few times! It just takes some effort -

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Having just said this, Yan San suddenly became excited, and he continued to say: "Sir, do you remember the rope ladders we used to get on and off the ship!? Bring those rope ladders over, so we can climb up?!"

Yang Zhen was thinking about how to climb over this fence. Even just now, he had also considered the problem of ladders, but what he was thinking about was not the rope ladder for getting on and off the ship when at sea. Instead, he was thinking about using local materials and cutting them down here.

One-foot-tall trees and ladders made on site.

Or build a ladder high enough somewhere else and then transport it here.

But as soon as the idea came to him, he himself nipped it in the bud.

Are you kidding me? In that kind of critical moment, you are here to make a ladder on the spot?!

However, what Yang Zhen himself didn't think of, Yan San beside him did.

Yan San, who often changes boats at sea, is very familiar with rope ladders. When he thinks of ladders, the first thing that comes to mind is rope ladders.

As soon as Yan San's statement was put forward, Yang Zhen's eyes lit up and he became excited instantly. He patted Yan San's shoulder and whispered to him: "Not bad! Not bad! Using a rope ladder is a good idea! After we go back,

Please ask the naval battalion to prepare more rope ladders!"
Chapter completed!