What appeared under the helmet was a pair of giant golden eyes. These eyes emitted two cold golden lights, just like the tactical spotlight on my mountaineering helmet. Even if the aperture was adjusted to the most anxious level, these two glares were not as dazzling.

Those lightning-like eyes looked at me, and I was horrified in my heart. The more these eyes made three souls fly all over the sky, and seven souls roll on the ground, but they were definitely not zombies transformed by American pilots.

At this moment, time seemed to suddenly slow down, and the lights flickered in the darkness. Although I didn't see the eyes of the creature clearly, I could tell that it was a rare and huge raptor. It had a hook-like shape.

There was half a green tree lizard in its mouth, and the other half was bloody at its feet. It might have been flying in through the hole at the other end of the cabin, hiding inside to enjoy its feast, but I disturbed it.

The strange knocking signal should be when it is pecking at the tree lizard.

Before I could return to my senses and take a closer look, the owner of the pair of giant golden eyes rushed out of the cabin and rushed towards my face. Although I couldn't see clearly what was going on, a black mass suddenly appeared.

Things rushed out of the cabin. Realizing that I had no time to escape, they hurriedly pushed me hard. I also reacted at the moment and used the force of the push to jump back. Unexpectedly, I didn't see clearly that I stepped on something empty.

, it fell straight down from the tree and was hung on the waist of the tree by the previously preset safety rope.

A large brown cloth-like thing was wrapped with two golden lights and passed over my head like a gust of wind. The huge raptor flew into the air, spread its wings and flew silently into the night.

I saw the big bird was heartbroken and landed again. He used a mountaineering pick to hang the vines on the old banyan tree and climbed back to the canopy. He stretched out his hand to pull me up and said to me: God bless you. Fortunately, nothing happened to you.

Have you seen clearly what kind of ferocious bird it is? It's so huge. It's really rare.

I climbed back to the tree crown and took a breath and said: I didn't see clearly, but the eyes were that of a hornbill species that is still active in the forest at night. This kind of hornbill is very powerful. It has a sharp beak and sharp claws. I have seen it in the Northeast.

, one claw can take off a large piece of the black blind man's skin. If I were jumped by it, I would be honored.

Said: It turns out they are those large owls that like to set up their nests on cliffs. How did they end up here in the cabin? Are you sure you are not injured?

I told him: I really wasn’t hurt, I didn’t knock down a hair on my body. I don’t want to get another injection. There might be a big hole behind the cabin, which we didn’t see, where the eagle bird could go in and catch the little tree lizards to eat.

Yes, there is nothing it doesn’t eat: wild rats, rabbits, hedgehogs, snakes. We have to eat dozens of them this night. The knocking signals we heard are the sounds made by the horn-eating tree lizards. You are so smart that you have to answer a simple question.

It was complicated, but it was said to be Morse communication code, which frightened us a lot.

He said to me: The signal sound that really sounded like a secret code was my mistake. Don't ignore it. Wait until I come back to the cabin to see if there is anything else.

I know Yi's character. Now that she sees the wreckage of a US Air Force plane here, she must dig it out, bury the remains of the deceased pilots properly, and read aloud from her Bible before she is willing to give up.

I can't stop her, but I have a positive attitude towards this. After all, these old Americans came to help fight Japan during World War II. Although strategically, they certainly have the purpose of safeguarding America's own interests, but in any case, it is considered a sacrifice.

Once they are in China, it is natural to bury their remains and notify their government when they return.

The fat man was listening to the mess above under the tree. He couldn't help but raise his voice and asked loudly: "Have you found anything valuable? Do you want me to go up and help?" While talking, without waiting for my answer, he rolled up his sleeves and carried his back

He climbed up with his rifle.

I asked the fat man with surprise on his face: Aren’t you fucking afraid of heights? Why did you suddenly dare to climb a tree again? Could it be that some of the tendons are wrong?

The fat man said: That's bullshit. You can't tell the difference between high and low in the dark at night. Besides, how can you do the business of picking up ocean debris without me? Then where is the plane?

I said to the fat man: You should be careful. You are as clumsy as a bear. It is no joke to be in such a high tree. If anything, please secure it with a safety belt in advance. And you should stay away from me.

You were so heavy that you broke the branch. I almost fell down just now.

After I told the fat man, I looked back and saw that I had already reached the top of the hole in the cabin and was about to get down. I hurried over and planned to go down for her to find the pilot's body, but I found that the hole had limited space and only she could barely get in.

In order to get into the cabin, I took off all the carrying bags and extra things on my body, including the gold steel umbrella that was inseparable from her, and handed them all to me, and then used a wolf-eye flashlight to carefully shine into the depths of the cabin.

, after confirming that there were no more animals, he held the gap with both hands and descended into the wreckage of the cabin.

The fat man and I were watching outside, and I asked her: Are there any American bones inside? If so, tie them up with a rope and we can pull them up.

I only heard the answer from inside: No, the nose of the plane was flattened, there was no body in the cab, only two flight helmets, maybe the crew members parachuted to escape before the plane crashed.

I said to them: If I don't have you, come up quickly. I feel that these two old trees are really shaking. I'm afraid they can't bear the weight and may fall at any time.

But she didn't answer immediately. She was seen rummaging through a bunch of things in the cabin. After a while, she said: I think there are a few boxes here containing weapons and ammunition. Let's see if there are any that can be used. We are lucky. There is one.

A small part is still very complete. I can’t believe that it has been more than 40 years.

Fatty and I were very excited when we heard that there were weapons inside. We met so many beasts before entering the Worm Valley. We just regretted that we didn't get sharper weapons before entering the mountains. Air guns that shoot steel balls are really of no use in the woods.

, firearms that cannot form sustained firepower can kill people to death when used. Even though the American equipment in the cabin of the transport aircraft is all old-fashioned, it is still hundreds of times more powerful than taking a shotgun into the mountains.

I was about to ask what kind of guns they had, but suddenly I felt something was wrong behind me. I had never felt the wind from top to bottom in the forest, but at this time, there was a hint of wind. Although the wind was silent, I felt it after all.

, out of instinct, I immediately pressed the spring on the handle of the gold steel umbrella, and pushed the gold steel umbrella back to cover the gap behind me.

This gold steel umbrella is an antique from hundreds of years ago. It is made of hundreds of refined steel mixed with rare metals. Even if it is cut with an electric saw, it will only have a slight white mark. It has been unable to withstand the hands of gold captains in the past.

There are many hidden weapons in ancient tombs. It can be said that this is the most practical weapon among the traditional weapons passed down by the captains who touched gold.

I felt a gust of cold wind blowing behind me, so I held the gold steel umbrella behind me in the middle of my busy schedule. I heard several thumping sounds, as if several steel knives were scratching on the umbrella, and the fat man next to me pointed at my back.

He yelled: Such a big night owl. He raised his air gun and aimed to shoot.

Only then did I know that the eagle bird had caught the gold steel umbrella with its talons. It came back to attack again. I didn’t expect that this beast was so vindictive. If I hadn’t reacted quickly and had the gold steel umbrella to protect me, I wouldn’t have been caught by it.

If you put it on for a while, it will inevitably cause the skin to burst.

Fatty's gunfire sounded at the same time. Unexpectedly, although the horn bird was big, its movements in the air were as erratic as a ghost in the forest. In addition, it was dark, so Fatty's shot failed to hit it.

The fat man rarely missed a shot, so he couldn't help but get agitated. He scratched his body with his hands and shouted, "Oh no," he forgot to bring the steel balls for bullets with him.

The stick was raised to prevent the trumpet bird, which had temporarily flown into the night, from killing him.

The two of us were shining randomly with the tactical spotlights on our mountaineering helmets. The dark clouds covered the moon, and only our two beams of light were sweeping around. However, the Eagle Bird could fly freely in the dark jungle. Its attack range was very wide.

May appear from any angle.

At this time, I saw two golden lights suddenly appearing behind the fat man, and a pair of huge golden eyes opened. I hurriedly shouted to the fat man: Get down quickly, it is behind you.

The fat man jumped forward in panic, but forgot that he was in a tree. He screamed and fell from the old banyan tree. Thanks to me letting him hang up the safety rope earlier, he didn't fall to the rocks under the tree.

I was hanging in the air just like before, but with his weight, it was hard to say how long the tree trunk and rope could hold him. The fat man was so frightened that he kicked his feet wildly. The more he moved, the more the tree shook, and the leaves and some

Plants with shallow roots fell to the ground one after another as he shook them, and the entire old banyan tree squeaked and might fall down at any time.

Before I could think of a way to pull the fat man up to prevent him from breaking the branch, suddenly everything went dark, the light on the helmet was blocked by something, and the ghostly eagle horn bird appeared above my head like a ghost.

Hit it down.

This time I didn't have time to open the gold steel umbrella to block it. Since I still had to hold on to the cane on the tree with one hand to maintain balance, I couldn't free my hand to shoot, so I had to use the gold steel umbrella together to hold the sculpture.

The sharp claws of the horn bird came down from mid-air. Unexpectedly, the horn bird was so vicious that it actually grabbed the gold steel umbrella in my hand with its claws and tried to take it away. It was so powerful that I couldn't hold it with one hand.

He was almost pulled up from the tree by the eagle horn bird.

Just when the situation was at a stalemate, suddenly there was a burst of submachine gun shooting, and a string of bullets appeared in the darkness. The bullets of the Eagle Bird turned into a ball of rags, and fell straight from the air to the tree, and then fell to the bottom of the tree again.

At every turn, the ferocious hunter who roams the forest in the dark becomes the prey of others.

It turned out that she got out of the wreckage of the cabin with a gun and shot the horn bird. I couldn't see what weapon she was holding. The fat man and I couldn't help but exclaimed in unison: Good.

Fierce firepower, what kind of gun is this?

He patted the submachine gun in his hand and replied: It's a Thompson submachine gun. The American Mafia prefers to call it the Chicago typewriter. This gun is too heavy.

Since this transport plane transports arms to the troops, the materials inside are strictly sealed, and the guns are afraid of water, so the complete set together with the bullet bags are wrapped in plastic bags, and there is lubricating oil on the new guns.

After the plane crashed, a very small part of it survived in such harsh conditions in the forest. This all depends on the fact that although there are underground rivers in the forest behind Zhelong Mountain, there is very little rainfall in the sky. Otherwise, these dozens of

In the middle of the year, there were several heavy rains, and no matter how tightly the submachine gun was sealed on the top of the tree, those bullets could no longer be used.

At this time, I didn't care about looking at those American-style equipment, and quickly asked my helpers to lower the fat man hanging on the waist of the tree from the tree. After all this tossing, a full night passed, and in about half an hour, the day should be over.

It's bright, but the darkness before dawn is the darkest. This saying is very suitable here. At this time, the forest is so dark that you can't even see your fingers.

In this boundless darkness, a series of clear beeps suddenly came from the old banyan tree where we were. I was unprepared. Just now I thought it was the flat-haired beast doing something in the cabin, but now

I have already solved it, but why suddenly the signal sounded again.

No, this is the sound we first heard under the tree. Now when we compare it, it is obviously different from the sound of the hornbill pecking. It’s just that we didn’t notice it just now and mistakenly thought it was the same sound. Now it’s in the tree.

, and then clearly heard that this string of sounds came from the tree trunk under the wreckage of the cabin.

I couldn't help cursing: What's the trouble again? This sound is really evil.

Let me calm down and listen carefully. While listening, I decode in my heart. My calm expression inadvertently revealed a shadow of fear: You can hear it clearly this time, over and over again. There is only a repeated Morse code signal, but

The content of the signal has changed this time

I listened for a long time, but this time it was no longer three short and three long. It was a bit more complicated than the previous signal, but I could tell that it was repeated. I don't understand Morse code. Seeing such solemnity at this time,

She knew that this situation was serious, but she didn't know what the signal was, which made her so panicked.

Staring in the direction of the source of the sound, he slowly repeated it: dah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.
Chapter completed!