Wounded soldiers like the wounded warriors are nothing new in today's Joncoop Harbor camp. Since Wu Jie and his group of special combat teams were reprimanded by Li Tianyang in a rage, the entire team of the special combat team has been crazy around Jilong Harbor, robbing and killing and exterminating the indigenous team, which happens every day, and the ensuing casualties are inevitable.

In the past half a month, the number of wounded fighters in the camp has increased several times, and even dozens of special combat personnel have been killed in battle.

"Goo, goo!"

In the primeval forest, a few unknown bird calls came from the forest, floating in the dense jungle with a radius of hundreds of feet.

"Goo, goo!"

As if in response to these birds, in the other direction, the same kind of birdsong sounded a few times, and then calmed down.

Looking in the direction from which these bird calls came, in the dense jungle, in addition to a piece of turquoise, even the mottled ground could hardly reveal a bit of truth from the lush green leaves and weeds.

It wasn't until the picture was pulled in that a few figures loomed in the low bushes.

"Everything is normal, everyone hurry up and rest!" A man with crisscrossed faces, painted with more than ten black oil paints, and wearing a blue-gray costume all over his body, spoke softly and commanded to the person who was also dressed up behind him.

If this person hadn't taken the initiative to speak, I'm afraid that someone standing not far from this group of people might not be able to distinguish them from the entire jungle at a glance.

Hearing the leader speak, the dozen or so figures behind him could be regarded as letting go of their nervousness, slowly finding a place to stay, spreading out the cloak of the same color behind him, and finding a corner to rest at random.

It's just that even at this moment, all of them moved very lightly, and they didn't make any noise at all from beginning to end.

"Give everyone half an hour to eat and rest, and continue to set off after half an hour." Although the oil paint on the face of the man led by him was heavy, if Li Tianyang was here, he could still vaguely tell that this person was the vice captain of the special combat team, Lu Yu.

It turned out that these figures were the special combat forces who had been hunting and exterminating the natives outside the chicken coop harbor.

Silently, the people below untied a cloth bag the thickness of an arm, filled with things, and placed diagonally between the belt of the left shoulder and the right waist. The moment the bag was opened, a smell with the aroma of oil and wheat came to the noodles, which aroused people's appetite.

But in the eyes of the team members, if the contents of this cloth bag were too hungry and urgently needed to replenish their strength, otherwise, they would not even eat it and would not touch it again.

This kind of stuff full of the aroma of oil and wheat is a kind of high-calorie food specially prepared in the camp to take care of teams like special combat teams that need to go out in lurk. The recipe is actually made by grinding rice, wheat, sweet potatoes and other grains into powder, supplemented by lard, fine salt and other condiments.

This method of production can not only ensure that the soldiers consume a lot of calories every day, but also easy to store and carry, no matter how big the sky is, it is not easy to spoil. A tube of such food is enough for an adult soldier for eight days, and the special combat team members generally go out to patrol and clean up the natives, as long as they carry a bag of food on their left and right shoulders, they can not go back to the camp for half a month to replenish supplies.

It's just that under this development, the taste of these foods can be imagined, except for the beginning when everyone was willing to take it as a snack, and later it can only be like now, when it is impossible to make a fire to cook, everyone can barely use it to satisfy their hunger.

Lu Yu and his team were only one of the special combat teams within a radius of two miles, and in the jungle beside him, there were also soldiers of a company belonging to him, and two other companies belonging to Wu Jie and Liu Wang. Basically, except for the soldiers who have been wounded and killed these days, the rest of the special operators are in this jungle.

This time, their target was a medium-sized tribe lurking in a valley with a population of nearly five hundred. It is also this tribe, because it is only more than 50 miles away from Jilong Port, and has sent a lot of soldiers to harass and attack Jilong Port these days. made Wu Jie and them hate this tribe to the core.

However, it was also thanks to the carefully selected elite scouts in the team, if it weren't for the fact that they had a team of warriors of the tribe who had been scattered and defeated during one of their operations, it would not have been easy to find this tribe living in this valley.

Half an hour passed quickly, and after a few vivid birdsong sounds came out of Lu Qi's mouth, they started on the road again. On the road, from time to time, from their sides, the same birdsong sounded, and Lu Yu's team also made the same cry from time to time, and it turned out that it was the special combat team that echoed each other.

Fortunately, along the way, there were no major accidents, except for a few unlucky warriors who were bitten by the elusive poisonous insects in the jungle and were slightly poisoned, the rest of the people safely touched the vicinity of this hidden valley.

It is only here that many traces of human activity are found. The woods at the mouth of the valley had been cut down by this tribe, and the wooden fence they had built at the mouth of the valley did not have the slightest shelter for more than ten kilometers away.

Therefore, Wu Jie and his team could only lurk dozens of zhang away, closely monitoring every move in the direction of Taniguchi.

"This valley is in the shape of an oval, firmly enveloping this tribe, the mountains are steep and steep, and the vines are entangled, if a few people want to climb down the mountain, it is possible, but if our team wants to go around the valley and sneak into the cottage, I am afraid it will be a little difficult." At this time, outside the valley, behind a bush, more than a dozen figures were gathering together, discussing their next move. The person who spoke at this time was a scout captain of the special combat team who had been monitoring the tribe here, and he was holding a sketch to Wu Jie and telling them in detail about the results he had achieved in the past few days.

The art of cartography is basically a skill that everyone needs to know for the regular team members in the camp today. As the scout position of the eyes and ears of the front, it requires a deep understanding of this skill, so even if this scout captain is only a native, he can already draw all the terrain he has observed and learned around the valley in the past few days on a sketch, so that everyone can see it at a glance.

Of course, after all, it is only a sketch, and there are still many rough points in it, and this scout captain needs to whisper to everyone present one by one.

(End of chapter)