The mountains are so high and connected to the sky and the earth that misty white clouds lie across the mountainside, adding to the mysterious atmosphere.
The green shade on the mountains and below is endless, like a thick blanket, covering all the mountains.
The mountains under the green shade are dark, humid and hot all year round, and the dim light makes it a bit strange.
All kinds of strange animals, large and small, shuttle back and forth, indicating that this place is full of dangers and dangers.
People who are not familiar with mountains and dense forests will never dare to come here easily.
And those who dare to come must be brave and good at fighting.
Between the dead leaves and the mud, something seemed to move. But it only happened very quickly, and then disappeared again, which even made people feel dizzy.
But if you look carefully, you will find that the entire area is actually squirming slightly.
A venomous snake with a triangular head was coiled on a branch, its tongue eager to try on the croaking frog directly in front of it.
It knew that as long as it swallowed this frog, it would be able to spend the next few days comfortably.
It arched its body and began to accumulate strength. Maybe in the next second, its fangs would pierce the frog's body.
Suddenly a flash of white light swept across, and the snake's head disappeared. The colorful and strange snake body twisted sharply and kept stopping for a long time.
The frog who escaped the disaster didn't know anything and jumped away.
Just where the venomous snake died, the sound of the murmuring sound came closer and closer, and then slowly passed by.
Three hundred meters ahead, dozens of simple wooden houses were built in the open space in the middle of the dense forest.
In the open space in the middle of the wooden house, some women wearing linen were gathering together to tinker with something. Children who were not familiar with the world were running around, and their laughter was very pleasant.
In various corners of the periphery, there were many men holding bows, arrows and stone spears in their hands, looking around vigilantly.
The weather is so good and the air is so comfortable that it makes people feel intoxicated and they unknowingly relax their vigilance.
There was a soft thud in the dense forest, and a sound of wind quickly passed by.
A man who was on guard had a crossbow arrow lodged in his throat. It flew backwards and fell heavily to the ground. He only twisted a few times without making any sound, and died immediately.
Someone happened to be above him, in the middle of the tree fork, and saw this scene. Just as he was about to sound a warning, an arm stretched out from behind and covered his mouth. At the same time, a cold light flashed and his throat was slit.
The man struggled wildly with his legs, but it didn't help.
After three breaths, his body became completely stiff.
There was still endless laughter and laughter in the camp, but the weird atmosphere still made people feel that something was wrong.
The vigilant men began to become restless, in groups of three and five, cautiously exploring around.
Women and children leaned on each other, their eyes full of fear.
A sudden change came.
The crossbow arrows in the dense forest were fast, urgent, fierce and numerous, killing dozens of men almost in the blink of an eye.
The rest were all frightened and ran towards the camp howling.
By this time, hiding is no longer necessary.
After the crossbow, the muskets began to roar.
In the billowing white smoke, more people died. Although some people fled back to the camp, the situation was over.
There were several dull loud noises in the dense forest, followed by more than a dozen black spots flying high into the sky, and then hitting the camp heavily.
These black spots explode when they hit the ground, sweeping away everything around them.
The wall built by the natives out of wood could not block such a shock wave at all. It was immediately torn out countless holes and completely lost its effect.
In the dark and eerie dense forest, strange figures began to appear one after another.
These figures are completely indistinguishable, their bodies are covered in colorful colors, and their faces are also covered with strange patterns.
They didn't move very fast, and they were careful every step they took. They would stop as they walked, and then throw something like a hook forward.
When they pulled the hook back, there was a strange noise on the originally ordinary ground.
Traps, clamps, barbs and many other mechanisms were exposed one by one and lost their function.
The men in the camp were still very brave and climbed up the wall to prepare to fight back against the enemy.
But their bodies had just been revealed, and before the bowstring was drawn, they were hit by bullets from nowhere and died on the spot.
This happened several times, and the people in the village were completely frightened and did not dare to peek their heads at all.
Dozens of colorful people reached outside the wall and threw grenades inside.
Accurate throwing disintegrated the last defense.
There was no longer any possibility of protecting the camp.
The remaining men, frightened women, and frail children were all gathered together and squatted in the open space. The colorful people with guns and bows around them were like devils in their eyes.
The leader of the camp was brought out.
"Wangshan, why don't you surrender? And you hurt our envoy?"
The leader is very majestic and has a ferocious face. Even at this time, he has no fear.
"I'm going to be killed by you anyway, so why bother pretending?"
"By asking you to surrender, I could have arranged your life well. But you are stubborn and dare to hurt others. You will be punished with death. As for your tribe, you will all be punished."
Amidst the crisp gunfire, the leader was killed on the spot.
The rest of the natives watched this scene, horrified and angry, but there was nothing they could do.
Those colorful people didn't care, but tied their hands behind their backs, strung them together and escorted them down the mountain.
Stepping out of the mountains and dense forests, the world below is peaceful.
Under the bright sun, the rice fields stretch endlessly, and the golden ears of rice sway heavily in the breeze.
The people working in the fields were all smiling, and occasionally sang a song, obviously very satisfied with this kind of life.
In the fields, Zuo Mengeng and Wang Siyi, who were all dirty, finally took a rest.
The golden mango is cut open with a knife and divided into two halves. When you eat it, the rich and sweet taste makes you feel good.
Zuo Xuanyan?
She has already eaten three.
If the nanny hadn't stopped me, I would have eaten it.
Seeing the special forces escorting prisoners slowly approaching in the distance, Zuo Mengeng waved.
"Your Highness knows how to enjoy it!"
Zhu Jin came up to him with a playful smile, picked up the mango and ate it without noticing anything.
"Last time you said that many people in the army had malaria, what about now?"
Zuo Mengeng was very concerned about the situation of the soldiers.
Everyone has ventured to a hot area, and it is certain that their bodies will not adapt.
These problems must be solved before we can continue to go south to attack Luzon.
Zhu Jin's face turned green when he heard him ask.
"Don't mention it. Doctor Wu made a lot of bitter green water and poured it into us one by one. We almost turned green after drinking it."
