"With such a high terrain, we will inevitably be discovered when we go up. God really wants to help us today, it's so dark, I can't see my hands clearly, everyone hurry up. Nighthawk laid out a brief course of action.

"Follow me, go." Nighthawk grabbed his gun and walked briskly towards the mountain path. The stabbers behind them tried their best to lower their bodies, almost bending over and parallel to the ground, and quickly followed behind Nighthawk.

Several people have actually been accustomed to such tactical movements, and they are walking like this, and they are much faster than ordinary people.

You know, for the sake of such a single movement practice. How much sweat they have paid, every day they will be tired and unable to straighten their waists, and they will lie in bed and sleep with grinning teeth and endure the tingling pain in their waists.

The real clothes provided by Shimada were too much in line with tonight's operation, and they were all black training uniforms of the Fuso special forces. The ghost makes the gods skillfully blend with the night, making them look like the elves of the night from afar.

The road is rough, but the slope is not large. The nighthawk and the black bear walked side by side, their heads tilted so high that they were about to fall behind their necks. I didn't dare to look carelessly in the direction of the castle for a moment, for fear that one of them would be discovered by the guards who suddenly appeared without paying attention.

The mountain road is relatively narrow, surrounded by dead vines and leaves, and the craggy rocks are mixed in between, so you can see the truth at a glance. Nighthawk is not afraid that there will be a secret whistle hidden in the darkness, unless Matsumoto's men are all iron-clad warriors, and they are not afraid of the threat of poison ivy and rocks rolling down at any time, so they dare to hide in places where these beasts dare not go.

The journey was relatively smooth, and the Nighthawks quickly reached the castle, and under a large protruding boulder, a small group of people quickly hid themselves.

Nighthawk slowly crawled out of the boulder's cover, twisting his body carefully. He took out an infrared telescope from behind him and carefully observed the environment and structure around the castle.

Much like what is depicted on the map, the castle is surrounded by an old brick structure, tall and thick, standing on the top of a hill. Except for the suspension bridge at the main entrance, there is no other road to guò.

Of course, the drawbridge had been pulled up high, and it was now half-leaning in the air like a hanged ghost.

Matsumoto would never let them in so lightly, which Nighthawk had expected.

Under the suspension bridge is a man-made moat, which began to be stored in the river water of the world many years ago, black and faintly flickering, and the stench can be clearly smelled from afar. If you look closely, even if you are so far away, you can see a faint green light flashing in it, and I don't know what it is that may endanger the health of the hài people.

Not to mention whether there are traps or other things that are many times stronger than the IQ of the Fuso people, it is difficult to determine whether there is a gloomy muzzle on the black hole castle tower aimed at them.

The guards could easily spot that Nighthawk could tell that there were about 20-30 men patrolling the tall walls just by listening to the footsteps.

Through a telescope. Their expressions were stern and their expressions were nervous, as if they were facing a great enemy, and I am afraid that even the slightest difference between them would not be able to escape the ears of these frightened birds.

It seems that going through the main gate will not work.

Nighthawk slowly crept back, not daring to make a sound.

"Expected." Nighthawk smiled at the team members and said, "The little devils are defending tightly, let's go, change the way." ”

Everyone threw their guns behind their backs, crouched low, and slowly crawled behind Nighthawk into the more unknown darkness. Almost all of them were squirming slowly at a speed not much faster than a snail, and they almost thought that they were not in a position to help, as if they were unable to extricate themselves from the deepest dreams.

There were too many stones on the ground, and even if they were wearing thick training uniforms, they were sometimes hurt by the sharp stones lying on the road from time to time. A slightly larger movement will bring a chaotic sound to the next one, and the sound of stones rolling is not small.

Time almost stopped, they were like walking the deep and endless Huangquan Road, listening to the crying wolf howl of the bull-headed horse-faced ghost, and the sharp sound of leather whipping came from the body, which was very rhythmic.

Half an hour later, the soldiers climbed with Nighthawk to the foot of a part of the city wall. There was a constant sound of water gushing out of the corner of the wall, and finally it slowly converged into the moat along a thin groove.

Everyone finally knew why the water in the moat, which shimmered with a dim green light, was so dirty, and it turned out to be a sewage pool in the sewer.

Nighthawk followed the sound, slowly groping. "Ha, here, I've finally found you. Black Bear, come and do me a favor. Nighthawk's tone was cheerful, beckoning the black bear behind him to come forward.

The black bear slowly crawled over, it was too dark, and when he reached out and touched it, it turned out to be the exit well of the sewer. The round lid has been rusted to death because of the age and the fact that it often runs through the water. Nighthawk tried several times with no response.

The black bear inserted his fingers into the manhole cover, clasped his hands tightly, and with a slight force, the manhole cover did not move at all. The black bear smiled and said, "It's pretty tight, you have to use a little more force." ”

"Then work harder, you can do this job." Nighthawk patted him on the back and said encouragingly.

"Okay, watch my Grandpa Xiong pull out the mountains and cover the world." The waist fell, the hands were violently forced, and with a soft drink, the black bear slowly exerted his strength, and his face instantly turned red.

Nighthawks could hear the slight sound of the manhole cover rubbing against the rock wall, squeaking like a rat gnawing on something.

With a clear bang, the black bear rolled backwards, holding the big manhole cover in his hand, and sat on the ground smirking.

"Shhh Nighthawk faintly heard a voice on the city wall and immediately issued a warning. Everyone immediately lay down in a panic.

Although the voice just now was not loud, it still attracted the attention of the highly alert security guards, who lowered their heads to carefully check the movements under the city.

"What's wrong?" One of the guards asked.

"I think I hear something." The guards who were looking at it looked around and said solemnly, but they didn't find anything after looking at it for a while.

Then he turned his head and smiled at his colleague: "Maybe I'm too nervous, I'm sorry to worry you." The two chatted slowly and walked away.

"Whew, it's so dangerous, I was almost discovered." Nighthawk wiped the cold sweat from his head and put down the gun in his hand. Just now, as long as there was a slight sign of discovery above, he was ready to shoot, and the first strike was a necessary reaction.

The military thorn slowly groped to the black bear's side, looked at the manhole cover in his hand, rubbed it for a while, and suddenly laughed and said: "You guys are too stupid, there are obviously screws on this, don't you just remove it." After saying that, he had a long screw in his hand that was a little rusty.

"Uh...... This one. Nighthawk and the black bear were silent at the same time. Why didn't I think of this just now, but fortunately it is dark now, otherwise everyone would have noticed that Nighthawk's face was as red as a red cloth.

"Uh...... That,,Ahem. Well, don't say more, let's go in first. Nighthawk interrupted the topic, trying to hide his embarrassment.

The well in front of him, not big or small, just enough for an adult to climb in, Nighthawk stopped the black bear who was about to climb in, turned to him and smiled, regardless of whether the black bear could see it or not, took the lead and climbed in. He didn't want any of his players to get hurt, and that was a pain Nighthawk couldn't afford. If there's any more danger, add it to me. Nighthawk thought silently.

The filthy passages were filthy, and all sorts of floating objects swirled and cheered and floated on the oily water. The position of the water is just enough to submerge their necks, as long as the person in front of them moves a little bigger, it will bring a wave of water, and the person behind is likely to eat a mouthful of black dirty sewage composed of unknown components.

When the last mine climbed into the pipe, a large group of people slowly appeared in the darkness below the mountain.

The whole team wore black camouflage uniforms full of various equipment, the movements were consistent and uniform, everyone's muscles were bulging with their clothes, and there was a wind and thunder between their gestures. Obviously, these are professionally trained military personnel.

The leader waved his hand, but there was no sound, and the speeding team stopped neatly at the foot of the mountain.

A few people slowly walked out of the back of the line, including a hand-pushed wheelchair.

Shimada, who was sitting in a wheelchair, chuckled and said to the mysterious young man next to him, "They should have already gone in." "Hehe, that's for sure, looking at the way it looks here, Matsumoto really doesn't have much strength. Hehe, there are too few people in the Celestial Empire, so let's help him and send Matsumoto to heaven. The two of them smiled evilly, quietly waiting for the next step on the mountain.

"Bah, Bah, Bah" crawled out of the passage, and the military thorns hiding under the thick city walls kept spitting out the dirt in their mouths, and there was a puddle of vomit on the ground. The spur was still spitting, almost vomiting all the bile.

"Are you alright?" The black bear patted the back of the thorn embarrassedly and said curtly.

Due to his size, all the dirty water accumulated and rushed backwards as he climbed through the passage, which was the first to bear the brunt of the pain, and the army stabbed Lang behind the black bear.

Unguarded, the spur opened his mouth wide and breathed hard in the stuffy environment of the sewers. The result can be imagined.

After eating a mouthful of gooey that I don't know what it was, he vomited when he was disgusted. But the water Lang made by the black bear continued, and what had just been spit out poured back again, and the hula returned to the mouth of the military thorn. It's a pity that he climbed all the way, vomited all the way, and ate all the way.

The spur felt like he was about to collapse, his stomach was empty, and his whole body collapsed without strength. Seeing the black bear apologizing embarrassedly, he smiled reluctantly, and just wanted to say that it didn't matter. Suddenly, I saw a soft thing stuck to the black bear's chest, and immediately a wave of nausea struck, and I vomited on the ground.

A few people around him laughed lowly, now I see that your military stab boy is squirming.

"Okay, bear with me, it's all here, don't be pretentious, get ready to move on." Nighthawk patted the spur on the back and gave orders.

In front of me, there is an empty square, with a flagpole in the middle, like a training ground in ancient times.

There are two large buildings in the castle. Behind the training ground is a relatively large palace, stretching in all directions.

A tall, multi-storey building stood next to it, five stories high, like a pagoda, with the first floor being the widest, the second floor much smaller, and so on, the top floor was already the size of a living room.

"Let's go, let's go to this building first, since this guy Matsumoto has a challenge book, he shouldn't be dodging." Holding back the nausea in his stomach, the spur quickly disappeared into the darkness with the group, groping towards the mysterious floor in front of him.