"After the salute, turn back and let's go!" Wan Lin lowered his saluting arm and shouted in a low voice, turned around and strode out of the courtyard holding the sniper rifle tightly.
As Wan Lin and the others strode out, waves of low "rustling" sounds suddenly came from the quiet courtyard. Xie Chao, Shan Hua and Xiao Jiu stood motionless under the eaves, looking with wide eyes.
The figures from the backs of the mighty big brothers all have a look of reverence in their eyes.
These big brothers, who were lively and kind just now, are now so solemn and majestic when fully armed, which makes the three little brothers and sisters feel a shocking feeling that they have never experienced before.
The two old men also stared at the backs of Wan Lin and the others. They did not slowly look away until they disappeared into the bamboo forest. The old man from the Wan family turned his head and glanced at Xiaoya and the others, who were still looking at the hillside and standing on the edge of the bamboo forest.
, stretched out his hand and pulled the old leader to walk towards the wooden house under the cliff. He knew in his heart that the hearts of these beautiful girls must be silently blessing their comrades and lovers who were about to go to the battlefield.
At this time, in the low cave below the mountaintop on the side, Takahashi Moriki was holding a compressed biscuit in his hand and slowly stuffing it into his mouth. His nephew Takahashi Jiro was also holding a compressed biscuit in his hand and eating silently, his eyes scanning from time to time.
This third uncle has a serious expression.
As the light in the mountain dimmed, the cave became pitch black. The two of them were like ghosts lurking in the darkness. They all ate in silence without saying a word, with only two eyes in the darkness.
Reflecting a faint light.
After Takahashi Morimu returned to the cave in the afternoon, he took out his binoculars and lay at the entrance of the cave to carefully observe the hillside behind him, lest someone was following him. After he was sure that no one was following him, he silently retreated into the cave and leaned against the wall.
He closed his eyes and said nothing.
Seeing his appearance, Takahashi Jiro wanted to ask his third uncle several times what happened at the foot of the mountain just now. But seeing his stern expression, he quickly shut his mouth.
The cave was dark and damp, exuding a musty smell, with only a dim light coming from near the cave entrance. Now that dusk had fallen, the two figures leaning against the cave wall looked shadowy.
After a long time, Takahashi Moriki reached out and picked up the kettle from his side, put it to his mouth and took a sip of water. He swallowed the dry biscuits in his mouth, turned to look at his nephew and suddenly asked: "Remember what you gave to the clan leader?"
When I made the phone call, I said that the Yin Han Kung Fu practiced by the other party was very powerful. At that time, you were injured by the other party using this Yin Han Kung Fu in the dense forest of Lingxiu Mountain. Did you see that person's face clearly?"
Xiao Gaoqiao raised his eyes and looked at the third uncle, stunned for a moment. He didn't expect that the third uncle had been silent for so long. How could he suddenly ask this question?
He pondered for a moment and replied: "It was late at night and it was very dark in the dense forest. Two people were walking towards me holding torches, followed by one person. Judging from the situation at that time, I found these three people and the two holding torches were walking towards me.
The people holding the torch were all young, in their twenties. The two young men were approaching
He was shot dead by us when we were in an ambush. I remember that I paid special attention to the third person by the light of the torch. This person was a dark and thin old man in his sixties. It was this person who suddenly appeared in the subsequent battle.
He ducked out from behind a big tree and hit me on the arm holding the gun."
He said with some surprise and asked: "Third uncle, did you find this person at the foot of the mountain?" Takahashi Morimu shook his head thoughtfully and whispered: "I just went down the mountain to watch the kung fu of these Chinese martial arts practitioners. It was just right.
I saw two masters competing."
"One of them used the cold technique. As soon as the cold air came out, it immediately covered the venue. I felt cold and unbearable even more than ten meters away, and it was difficult to move, as if the blood in my body had been coagulated. If it hadn't been
Another master suddenly took action to resolve the cold air. The master opposite, who could also force the true energy out of the body, would probably be killed by the oncoming infuriating energy on the spot. This cold skill master's cold skill is too scary!"
When he said this, he seemed to still feel the cold air rising from the bottom of his heart, and shuddered unconsciously. He then raised his eyes and looked at Jiro Takahashi and continued: "This master is very old, and he looks like he has eight
, looking ninety years old, he is definitely not the master you met in the forest. This person's skill should be much higher than that of the person you met."
When he said this, he looked up and down at Jiro Takahashi, who was still wrapped in a thick sleeping bag, and said coldly: "You are lucky, if you met the old guy I mentioned at that time, you wouldn't need him to come into contact with you.
You, a palm from a few meters away will freeze you into a popsicle! Damn, they must have relied on that treasure you mentioned to refine such cold Qi, it’s so powerful.”
After hearing what his third uncle said, Takahashi Jiro realized that he had just seen a master of martial arts at the foot of the mountain, so he had been silent and worried. It turned out that he had a feeling of fear in his heart.
He nodded and said: "Yes, I originally thought that China's magical internal skills had been lost, but I didn't expect that they were actually passed down. It was so powerful. At that time, the three of us entered the cave where the treasure was hidden.
We originally thought that we were all holding pistols, and no matter how many martial arts practitioners we met, we would definitely be able to grab the treasure. Unexpectedly, we were discovered by the enemy as soon as we approached the exit of the hall, and they immediately fired a blast of force into the cave.
Strong palm force."
He shook his head slightly when he said this, as if the thrilling scene in the cave appeared before his eyes again. He then recounted the situation in detail to his third uncle.
After listening to this, Takahashi Moriki's face became more solemn. He pondered for a while before saying: "There must have been a few masters of the Lingxiu Sect in the cave at that time. Thanks to your quick reaction and decisiveness, you led the two mercenaries to exit in time.
And blew up the cave, otherwise it would be difficult to escape from the cave alive. Yes, your experience in the special forces in recent years has really helped you a lot. You are very decisive in both actions and judgments. It is this decisiveness that helps you
A life was saved."
When Takahashi Jiro heard the leader of the clan praising him, he grinned proudly, then shook his head and said: "It's lucky to say that, thanks to the Yinrou internal skills of our Takahashi family, it's not very good.
Afraid of that kind of cold and cold energy, otherwise like the two mountain pass security guards, you will eventually fall into that mysterious forest."
When Takahashi Moriki heard him mention the security guards at the mountain pass, he turned his head and looked out of the cave thoughtfully. The outside of the cave was gray, and the originally clear air suddenly became hazy after the sun went down, and the patch of wormwood blocked the cave.
It was swaying gently in the wind, and the "swish" sound of the collision of grass blades was transmitted into the dark cave.