Jingfang Village is already close to the border, and there are not many people in the whole village.

The gunfire just now had already caused the villagers to hide.

Yang Yunfan didn't plan to enter the village, and after being on the border for a long time, these villagers had already learned how to survive. They will never reveal the whereabouts of stowaways casually, lest they attract retaliation.

Yang Yunfan returned to the outpost and searched for a while, and instinctively grabbed a sniper rifle, which was a standard sniper rifle made in Huaxia, a Type 79 sniper rifle.

"Good gun. Yang Yunfan pulled the bolt, and it was very clean, and it seemed that lubricating oil had just been added. It's a pity that the owner of this gun was directly shot in the head in the close-range clash just now, and the sniper rifle in his hand is useless.

"Just use this gun to avenge you!" Although the flying sword is sharp, it consumes a lot of money to use. Enemies that can be solved with conventional weapons, Yang Yunfan also disdains to use flying swords.

At this time, Yang Yunfan glanced down at the series of footprints in the south, even if those mercenaries deliberately covered it up when they left, it couldn't hide it from Yang Yunfan.

"The jungle in the south is steep, but there is only one way to cross the border! Just see how fast you run?" Yang Yunfan walked out of the outpost with a sniper rifle on his back and a murderous expression.

"Boom!"

In the sky outside, a thunderclap sounded, and under the dark clouds, the thunder and rain poured down.

The wind roared, adding a bit of a murderous atmosphere to the entire wilderness.

As the night fell, boundless lightning pierced the sky, making people palpitate, as if the heavens and the earth were a giant beast capable of devouring everything.

The primeval jungles of southern Xinjiang are connected to the northern part of Myanmar, and some further south is the famous Savage Mountain. Due to the dense forests and miasma, there are some barbarian groups living in the mountainous areas who are still in the primitive tribal era, these people live deep in the mountains, do not interact with modern civilized people, and are called "savages" by the locals

The mosquitoes, poisonous snakes, and miasma of the Savage Mountain are overwhelming, and every blow is a fatal wound. According to records, during the War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression, only 3,000 or 4,000 people of the 50,000 people of the Fifth Army of China crossed the Savage Mountain and arrived in India, less than a fraction of them.

However, these miasma are still poisonous insects, and for Yang Yunfan, it is not any problem.

Yang Yunfan activated the aura, and soon, a faint tulle-like aura covered the surface of his body, forming an indestructible aura. Those mosquitoes that accidentally bumped into them were instantly crushed by the gangqi, and there were no corpses left.

Moreover, Yang Yunfan is also very familiar with Savage Mountain. He has been active in the Golden Triangle of Myanmar for more than a month.

The only thing that made him feel bad was that the ground was muddy during the rainstorm, and he had to scrape the mud from the soles of his feet with stones every few steps. Walking with a large patch of mud in the primeval forest is not only easy to slip, but also very uncomfortable.

"Thunderstorms are really unpleasant!"

Yang Yunfan looked at the thunder and lightning in the sky, and his heart was irritable.

Cultivators can fly with edgeworth, but there are some situations that should be avoided as much as possible. Especially when it's thunderstorming.

The cultivator itself has an aura that is incompatible with heaven and earth, and it is very easy to attract thunder. The more strong the cultivation, the stronger this repulsion becomes. Therefore, a strong cultivator will attract a thunder tribulation, and if he survives the thunder tribulation and is one step stronger, he will be rejected by this world and soar directly.

Although Yang Yunfan does not have such a mythical realm as powerful, he doesn't dare to fly with his sword on a thunderstorm day, and if he is struck by thunder, I am afraid that no matter how strong he is, he will be finished.

Therefore, Yang Yunfan could only run wild with his legs in the rainy night.

An hour passed, and Yang Yunfan only felt anxious, could it be that those Japanese people had been successfully picked up and taken away? However, except for the helicopter, no other means of transportation could be used in the Savage Mountain. However, there are no other secret tools that the Japanese have in China.

"Ding!" At this moment, Yang Yunfan felt that he had kicked something under his feet, and he looked down and saw that there were actually two bullet casings on the ground.

"There was a fight here, but I didn't hear it. The two shells are not new and look like they are several days old. It seems that there was a battle here a few days ago? This shell was made in Huaxia, could it be other special forces of the Southern Xinjiang Military Region?"

Yang Yunfan frowned and thought about it for a while, feeling that there was such a possibility.

"Hmm, here, there are traces of human activity!" At this time, Yang Yunfan found that not far away, under a bush, there were artificial traces of sorting. A thorn bush had been cleared out of the area, apparently as a makeshift resting place.

If he hadn't searched around because he had found the bullet casings, he would have missed this place.

"God really helped me!Little devil, you can't escape!" Yang Yunfan carefully observed the thorn bushes around him, and he found the direction in which the group of people were walking. The road to the west from here was visibly crushed by the grass.

Judging the right direction, Yang Yunfan resolutely continued to pursue.

He can hold on for days without eating or drinking, and those Japanese mercenaries are still mortals, and they are definitely not as fast as him.

The darkness of the night had faded, the rain had stopped, and the morning sun shone in between the branches and leaves of the dense forest, dappling the rainforest.

Although he can fly with a sword, it is extremely easy to miss the details in the rainforest, so Yang Yunfan still chooses to walk through the rainforest. In this way, while pricking up his ears to look around, he kept hurrying, and occasionally a few birds were swept up, but other than that, there was no other sound.

However, Yang Yunfan believed in his own judgment, and that group of people must not be far away.

"Damn, I almost forgot!"

Yang Yunfan suddenly remembered something, slapped his head suddenly, and then he laughed.

"I'm so stupid, why should I chase it myself?"

Yang Yunfan was blinded by anger, in this primeval jungle, where did he still need to hunt down the enemy by himself?

At this time, he pinched a few spells with his fingers, and then the aura ran down the soles of his feet and his eyes were full. In the dantian, the Hongmeng Spirit Seed rotated sharply, and the two Yuan forces of water and earth worked together, and the golden and green distances soon shrouded a few dwarf bushes around Yang Yunfan.

"Click, click!"

In three seconds, the bushes changed dramatically.

They came to life, the trunks formed bodies, the roots became feet, the branches and leaves became arms, and they looked like "tree people" except that they had no faces!

"Boom!"

The four tree people, without saying a word, looked at each other and stood in front of Yang Yunfan.

Looking at the treeman puppets he had summoned, Yang Yunfan ordered: "Go ahead, find those mercenaries, then break their limbs and bring them to me!"